tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75518412024-03-07T23:40:34.953+00:00by necanecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.comBlogger532125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-80628143167446628622021-05-07T11:00:00.001+01:002021-05-07T11:00:57.617+01:00Dog Walking<div dir="auto"><div style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:12.8px" dir="auto"><div style="width:345.184px;margin:15px 0px"><div><div dir="auto">A minha rua tem 200 metros. Na minha rua há duas dog walkers. Naturalmente competem pelos cães da redondezas. Eu passeio o meu próprio cão. A tensão é de cortar à faca.</div></div></div><div style="height:0px"></div></div><div style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:12.8px" dir="auto"><br></div></div> necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-43126405575216161912020-12-11T19:25:00.000+00:002020-12-11T19:26:07.374+00:00The best email signature I've ever seen:<div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"It is normal for me to take 2 days to read my emails and 2 more days to reflect on the matter and respond calmly. The culture of immediacy and the constant fragmentation of time are not very compatible with the kind of life I lead."</div></div> necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-88484586299756870382016-01-11T16:02:00.001+00:002016-01-11T16:02:20.845+00:00Falta de noçãoAprendi hoje que uma das razões que levou a ANTRAL a fazer força para que se alterassem os estatutos e os táxis começassem a ser "beige marfim" (como se o beige tivesse variações de tom, beige é sempre beige), foi o facto de os táxis na Alemanha serem dessa cor. Como a maior parte dos nossos táxis são comprados em segunda-mão aos alemães, sempre se poupava uns trocos...<br />
Esta decisão, claramente ridícula e ao mesmo tempo prejudicial para o Marketing e diria mesmo a idendidade do país, foi abandonada em 2000. Os donos dos táxis são livres de escolher a cor beige a tradicional preto e verde.<br />
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Baffled.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-14628449514868437422015-07-28T14:34:00.002+01:002015-07-28T14:34:57.940+01:00I found my Market Nietzsche!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-5267180871316353822015-05-27T14:57:00.002+01:002015-05-27T14:57:34.838+01:00Adoro<br />
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necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-67759649139953212512015-05-19T23:53:00.001+01:002015-05-19T23:53:04.077+01:00Colours of the wind<p dir="ltr">And we are all connected to each other<br>
In a circle in a hoop that never <u>ends</u></p>
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Penso sobretudo nela e na injustiça que sofreu. Penso que lhe rouba a inocência que é tão característico nela, que é tão fundamental, que a define profundamente. <br>
Que injusto. Que inesperado.<br>
Terás de crescer, terás de superar. Mas poderás contar comigo. </p>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">Há dias assim, não há que esconder</span></div>
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Recear palavras, amar ou sofrer</div>
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Ocultar sentidos, fingir que não há</div>
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Há dias perdidos entre cá e lá</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(texto roubado)</span></div>
</span>necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-7376930933965266972013-09-05T17:49:00.000+01:002013-09-05T17:49:02.730+01:00Got a Job<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bordado Pinheiro</div>
necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-20216701364892157002013-03-11T16:11:00.001+00:002013-03-11T16:25:26.071+00:00Desemprego<br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;">Não gosto de pensar que estou desempregado. Gosto de pensar que estou entre empregos. Já gostei mais de pensar isto, quando estava apenas há um dia sem emprego, há uma semana, há um mês... Quando passou um mês, achei que a partir daí tinha de ser mais incisivo na minha procura, mais específico. Não perder tempo com candidaturas espontâneas, chorrilhos de emails que devem receber estas empresas que, por serem de grande dimensão, toda a gente assume que precisam de alguém exactamente com as suas competências. Já lá vão 4 meses que não concorro a empregos fantasma (candidaturas espontâneas). Concentro-me em ofertas de emprego profundamente relacionadas com a minha área e cujo perfil requisitado é exactamente o meu. Se pedirem experiência de 5 anos no sector dos fósforos, não concorro. Se pedirem alguém que saiba alemão, não concorro. Tento ser o mais exacto possível na descrição do meu percurso académico e profissional. Tento realçar a minha experiência num ou noutro aspecto quando é extremamente relevante para o cargo em questão (Procuram alguém para gerir o marketing de uma Marca de Roupa de Crianças, EU JÁ FIZ ISSO! [Isto aconteceu, não tive resposta]). Pensei que esta abordagem à procura de emprego me traria resultados em breve. E desde então nunca disse não a nada. Continuo entre empregos.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;">Curioso este mercado da procura de emprego, porque, tal como todos os mercados, também se sujeita às leis da procura e da oferta. Infelizmente, como os activos a trocar são capital humano, sinto que se atropelam as regras do bom senso. Vivemos numa época em que a oferta é muito maior do que a procura e, por essa razão, atropelam-se protocolos, boas maneiras e boas práticas. Para paralelizar com a realidade, considero que ser chamado duas vezes para uma entrevista pessoal numa empresa em que, à segunda vez, (shorlisted), nos sentamos com a directora geral que sorri e aparentemente tudo corre bem, é merecedor de um telefonema a dizer, lamento não conseguiu a posição. Escolhemos outra pessoa para o lugar (outra pessoa que sabemos que conhece). Não, em vez disto... silêncio. Na minha opinião, falta de educação.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;">(...) É o meu desejo trabalhar numa empresa de média/grande dimensão onde a ciência do Marketing seja aceite e compreendida. Onde eu possa acreditar no produto a promover. Procuro estabilidade profissional e financeira e uma plataforma que me permita desenvolver competências. Quero estar inserido numa equipa, quero ter objectivos. (...) Motiva-me pensar que existe um lugar para mim, numa empresa com valores, que não trata os candidatos da mesma forma que muitas outras. Como objectos. Descartáveis. </span></div>
necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-59365723211447064212013-01-27T01:37:00.001+00:002013-01-27T01:37:54.680+00:00Eiffel Tower<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMVKTijxIMj7xlWi0QqWJ1-j20EuxNNjwJMICl0rQzqBRsFO02OckOOn-xG3Z8eow4As43N8KyDyDY00yQ4rDu2Ygj6U2xz5_qTr8TnP8Q3JabipK0Vgf0MjdBV1fAosxwaR21A/s1600/fotografia-774680.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMVKTijxIMj7xlWi0QqWJ1-j20EuxNNjwJMICl0rQzqBRsFO02OckOOn-xG3Z8eow4As43N8KyDyDY00yQ4rDu2Ygj6U2xz5_qTr8TnP8Q3JabipK0Vgf0MjdBV1fAosxwaR21A/s400/fotografia-774680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5837937199064247298" /></a></p>Não me acredito que demorou 27 anos da minha vida para ver alguém fazer esta piada.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-61303401025036085922013-01-02T14:05:00.001+00:002013-01-02T14:05:13.857+00:00Miles to go... (now illustrated)<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCBti0WbZZwG8Sv0z4vS9kdGrh9k2_D3HwQKA0frV_Q5RbdU6fKZe76eGYW55e4ZCynMDCNCzavehVpJJipafMrm0cSjkRL2HY1krwqzwO2LgAwlL51fcfoBnt_TON4_uEbVpzA/s1600/fotografia-713858.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCBti0WbZZwG8Sv0z4vS9kdGrh9k2_D3HwQKA0frV_Q5RbdU6fKZe76eGYW55e4ZCynMDCNCzavehVpJJipafMrm0cSjkRL2HY1krwqzwO2LgAwlL51fcfoBnt_TON4_uEbVpzA/s400/fotografia-713858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5828852652875901730" /></a></p>Durante anos procurei a Imagem certa para ilustrar este poema. No último dia do ano de 2012 penso que consegui capturar a sua essência.
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<br>Whose woods these are I think I know.
<br>His house is in the village, though;
<br>He will not see me stopping here
<br>To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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<br>My little horse must think it queer
<br>To stop without a farmhouse near
<br>Between the woods and frozen lake
<br>The darkest evening of the year.
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<br>He gives his harness bells a shake
<br>To ask if there's some mistake.
<br>The only other sound's the sweep
<br>Of easy wind and downy flake.
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<br>The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
<br>But I have promises to keep,
<br>And miles to go before I sleep,
<br>And miles to go before I sleep.
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<br>"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
<br>by Robert Frostnecahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-42454860793111260242012-10-31T16:28:00.001+00:002012-10-31T16:28:08.560+00:00Epic Win!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Se não cabe no meu Mini, está a mais na minha vida"</div>
necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-64850119030738479562012-07-03T00:17:00.002+01:002012-07-03T00:17:17.337+01:00The Return Address<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2ckZDaRCgwk" width="640"></iframe>necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-86265846054045242292012-04-02T11:51:00.002+01:002012-04-02T11:51:39.699+01:00work work work<a href="http://i.imgur.com/e3jve.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 288px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/e3jve.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-17980568543373878142012-02-15T12:26:00.001+00:002012-02-15T12:26:59.075+00:00It snows a lot in Budapeste<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghEuZIZ8cp8-GtJaGcdJJK_47e2NuFT2aBULOQdcw_g1FcG97EBnLAOnjTcDzhDzU8hp1YXA1YmoTPvWKIbhjK6kwFopZNwkbmAJMAtBuSB6zZvZrzZ9vhXiMnOedlmD0u1MQkQ/s1600/fotografia-719075.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghEuZIZ8cp8-GtJaGcdJJK_47e2NuFT2aBULOQdcw_g1FcG97EBnLAOnjTcDzhDzU8hp1YXA1YmoTPvWKIbhjK6kwFopZNwkbmAJMAtBuSB6zZvZrzZ9vhXiMnOedlmD0u1MQkQ/s400/fotografia-719075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709337908316543090" /></a></p>necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-38133173288783245492012-02-07T06:54:00.001+00:002012-02-07T06:54:30.659+00:00Frio, qual frio?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibV3fLTUlj8oRmiuiLd2oUVgSaQpc7JGcF7Zgx9Fai5Yvk4ta3U0fpDBrYHV2Ln7xQLZU24Qmph5f9SWwDmdvWb0gyb_LA7-QiOx15eVIOTujbjf5fjgYGxrtca9YAJ1xv1Wa8JA/s1600/fotografia+1-770660.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibV3fLTUlj8oRmiuiLd2oUVgSaQpc7JGcF7Zgx9Fai5Yvk4ta3U0fpDBrYHV2Ln7xQLZU24Qmph5f9SWwDmdvWb0gyb_LA7-QiOx15eVIOTujbjf5fjgYGxrtca9YAJ1xv1Wa8JA/s400/fotografia+1-770660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706283548136501618" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3kSMEOtn00nfVWu8j05V2rFBbeeJTGvt4y_tSeNN0qLS5avM7_0kIf7r0miN_tC1emJ4Ci00gHGNvOE90BqymjPaov_tY7z5fa_zqdgOz3C1BbbVu55Hd0zI83WFR6awPQ9bESQ/s1600/fotografia+2-772180.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3kSMEOtn00nfVWu8j05V2rFBbeeJTGvt4y_tSeNN0qLS5avM7_0kIf7r0miN_tC1emJ4Ci00gHGNvOE90BqymjPaov_tY7z5fa_zqdgOz3C1BbbVu55Hd0zI83WFR6awPQ9bESQ/s400/fotografia+2-772180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706283550998432514" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2Ujq0Cxr5cmlGuL2com9ObcJZIAfcve_QLnVqmY4wpY5fjAgBiaTnb5vTthNicsMLHRnBEWyw7UrNyAy8-ENudyt0dWOMUqRPViClbx4JKv-wyWieKJgYcpyCdb2ijhYGpgLvw/s1600/fotografia+3-773514.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2Ujq0Cxr5cmlGuL2com9ObcJZIAfcve_QLnVqmY4wpY5fjAgBiaTnb5vTthNicsMLHRnBEWyw7UrNyAy8-ENudyt0dWOMUqRPViClbx4JKv-wyWieKJgYcpyCdb2ijhYGpgLvw/s400/fotografia+3-773514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706283556962039218" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAJKY8zcPs15oFZJwTe3R6XoCltLy4L4v3zmY_Os6H7yB9pJs1Z9TRV6I4ojgtgzYyL18A1Ep2Ptj5g4Y9IsVez3bRciaa_HZWK_m6gg0bRvI1dIQz9eBwztEZN6Ylp4DlTAEZA/s1600/fotografia+4-775992.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpAJKY8zcPs15oFZJwTe3R6XoCltLy4L4v3zmY_Os6H7yB9pJs1Z9TRV6I4ojgtgzYyL18A1Ep2Ptj5g4Y9IsVez3bRciaa_HZWK_m6gg0bRvI1dIQz9eBwztEZN6Ylp4DlTAEZA/s400/fotografia+4-775992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706283569256088722" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQeFXYOSOa0C34QE-5m2LApiRikdQxFj2OuEvjZOXU1Bo3tyaItgaA7VAXUUInxAAA5oFIQkPL2ctC-Px7fOSHjS18iV1LXDTJrD0pI07VPs3PZbtYHfxry0K4qpk52OEpzlWWQ/s1600/fotografia+5-777089.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQeFXYOSOa0C34QE-5m2LApiRikdQxFj2OuEvjZOXU1Bo3tyaItgaA7VAXUUInxAAA5oFIQkPL2ctC-Px7fOSHjS18iV1LXDTJrD0pI07VPs3PZbtYHfxry0K4qpk52OEpzlWWQ/s400/fotografia+5-777089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706283575046571122" /></a></p>Este ano a novidade aqui é uma chuva gelada, mal toca em alguma coisa forma uma camada de gelo. Nice.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-7595088775173820392012-02-05T09:11:00.001+00:002012-02-05T09:11:33.579+00:00Tá fresquinho e tal...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlfMeMdpxwCMTHDrRteay8zibrfN0mcoe6faLwIh6W3P2LOwg4KYZerTLoDJBMJtv9heGC_R8XE-YZdAT6pVCrvGe386QhScMLCO8cXh5MDxmNgIR9uy1zXjFquNusxRG_jB4Ag/s1600/fotografia+1-793580.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlfMeMdpxwCMTHDrRteay8zibrfN0mcoe6faLwIh6W3P2LOwg4KYZerTLoDJBMJtv9heGC_R8XE-YZdAT6pVCrvGe386QhScMLCO8cXh5MDxmNgIR9uy1zXjFquNusxRG_jB4Ag/s400/fotografia+1-793580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705576694614776290" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nfjkkTrl3jB4tUwPTrlCMOr-ltFVZ0flTcxJY__xdP0TsXNMbX0wupg3DPQH454h_iKaX6PtomNkYPnBXBKqaGiGp536PwO8At3C_FzcMdaszw-3-sOjF4Hj0_f48ccR3ZR-IQ/s1600/fotografia+2-794781.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nfjkkTrl3jB4tUwPTrlCMOr-ltFVZ0flTcxJY__xdP0TsXNMbX0wupg3DPQH454h_iKaX6PtomNkYPnBXBKqaGiGp536PwO8At3C_FzcMdaszw-3-sOjF4Hj0_f48ccR3ZR-IQ/s400/fotografia+2-794781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705576696560150354" /></a></p>Bucareste, Fevereiro 2012necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-8715279399361606602012-02-04T23:20:00.002+00:002012-02-04T23:23:56.136+00:00You know you're in Istanbul when...<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QE0um49tMxw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />This guy was coming towards us on a NARROW one way street very fast while flashing his lights. Then he stopped he let out his girlfriend, proceeded to reversing the whole way back, tried to pull ahead of us at the end but my taxi driver wouldn't take any of that.<br /><br />I feel sorry I ended the video when I did because we continued our conversation for 5 more minutes, even though we didn't understand one word of each other.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-59029797064970876872012-02-02T21:16:00.001+00:002012-02-02T21:16:56.542+00:00Money is power<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWxFyPxuxoHI1FphRwUd8arqh98WdEtJdMloq1u81IPJLidF7qOh72MAg-RSR8rdz6kS20cVx_evzW6pcfw4zYsQbcOd-5zwT2RtAVJ5BqyYvAC8pl-zhR1pH6eD9Ssh0mn64jw/s1600/fotografia-716543.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWxFyPxuxoHI1FphRwUd8arqh98WdEtJdMloq1u81IPJLidF7qOh72MAg-RSR8rdz6kS20cVx_evzW6pcfw4zYsQbcOd-5zwT2RtAVJ5BqyYvAC8pl-zhR1pH6eD9Ssh0mn64jw/s400/fotografia-716543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704650373454668930" /></a></p>Na Turquia há coisas que não se questionam. Como por exemplo, o que faz um gerador na montra se uma casa de câmbios.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-71651131496704511662012-02-02T21:14:00.000+00:002012-02-02T21:15:06.946+00:00Em Roma sê romano<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PvX4OK4A5lUdxV8PwDv7Wk1VoWIlGF1vyPSsYqomkUZJtziuuW8KIGC1A3fHpZ_M0LVuJbIu4vinJxqzpaEZ8p1bNtz8GtDsDeMt6I83dwJQhnB1htkamncB4a5Nturn7_rUvw/s1600/fotografia-706947.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PvX4OK4A5lUdxV8PwDv7Wk1VoWIlGF1vyPSsYqomkUZJtziuuW8KIGC1A3fHpZ_M0LVuJbIu4vinJxqzpaEZ8p1bNtz8GtDsDeMt6I83dwJQhnB1htkamncB4a5Nturn7_rUvw/s400/fotografia-706947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704649895647735586" /></a></p>Na Turquia...necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-68940810259585783812012-02-02T08:08:00.001+00:002012-02-02T08:08:29.976+00:00Turkish Coffee<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUoI0wuKnw-TWcC_WPMkSqMgX9nSzI1THVAIgcMlIFYUnOgngXClbZU3a05XbAzGY3zpLOYsNCZRMYaX3e2ctSKzBTWA0wD5Pth8ANCu-sBuFJ0OYVS2OuIiXPU6-NybmdY-rig/s1600/fotografia-709977.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUoI0wuKnw-TWcC_WPMkSqMgX9nSzI1THVAIgcMlIFYUnOgngXClbZU3a05XbAzGY3zpLOYsNCZRMYaX3e2ctSKzBTWA0wD5Pth8ANCu-sBuFJ0OYVS2OuIiXPU6-NybmdY-rig/s400/fotografia-709977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704447188310461330" /></a></p>Os Turcos são mesmo engraçados e dão-nos água como se fosse um iogurte.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-51739489931118171822012-01-31T19:48:00.000+00:002012-01-31T20:02:04.435+00:00Botões de elevador<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fwu9IrClcMpXu_8VxLGlARVDu644NHySxD0ItQo14OZdd4Y5zpPcxZpsojgBBErJBzUpuVEKjfQ1xlRKGgzVcrGI1ngqaVZXSD3rSSVAyAWzv5JWcktbjBLWcKBqCaQPBpgLPw/s1600/fotografia-724436.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fwu9IrClcMpXu_8VxLGlARVDu644NHySxD0ItQo14OZdd4Y5zpPcxZpsojgBBErJBzUpuVEKjfQ1xlRKGgzVcrGI1ngqaVZXSD3rSSVAyAWzv5JWcktbjBLWcKBqCaQPBpgLPw/s400/fotografia-724436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703888908512037714" /></a></p>Tantas possibilidades para dispor os botões e foi assim que os Turcos escolheram.necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551841.post-46770725197988443822011-12-11T14:23:00.001+00:002011-12-11T14:23:52.814+00:00Blowtorch<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9KRogNcQDivgdUjBODVjaeE1ZZY4JNCUqTOJ9qOT328paq253c7kT6kVnRBFH-m-I0byyoBmn2plB9kozkeRPsGvJErdXIYStZV9JzdM8-cQXP-mH__Y6SAjPXgZMMszW6FS7g/s1600/fotografia-732815.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9KRogNcQDivgdUjBODVjaeE1ZZY4JNCUqTOJ9qOT328paq253c7kT6kVnRBFH-m-I0byyoBmn2plB9kozkeRPsGvJErdXIYStZV9JzdM8-cQXP-mH__Y6SAjPXgZMMszW6FS7g/s400/fotografia-732815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684876410267526722" /></a></p>Se havia algo que a minha tia-avó de 90 anos não pensava usar algum dia, era um maçarico para queimar o leite creme. But, here we are...necahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053955670915535622noreply@blogger.com0