<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:09:10.282+01:00</updated><category term='viagem'/><title type='text'>ESPAÇO X</title><subtitle type='html'>O lugar da memória que já não cabe dentro da cabeça 
e o espaço de partilha com os que se afastam ou que se aproximam</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-4382927968523259679</id><published>2011-04-04T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:26:13.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wxumKErHl50" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-4382927968523259679?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4382927968523259679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=4382927968523259679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/4382927968523259679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/4382927968523259679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wxumKErHl50/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-3709152152679513870</id><published>2011-04-01T18:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T18:21:40.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>De volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;De volta ao Blog para 5 meses sabáticos por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo pela Nigéria - 2/3 meses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alLPIaJJumc/TZYH2jDSSyI/AAAAAAAAEIg/1_vHAL-E2-Y/s1600/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alLPIaJJumc/TZYH2jDSSyI/AAAAAAAAEIg/1_vHAL-E2-Y/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590664621130402594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting all prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dando notícias por aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-3709152152679513870?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3709152152679513870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=3709152152679513870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3709152152679513870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3709152152679513870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-volta.html' title='De volta!'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alLPIaJJumc/TZYH2jDSSyI/AAAAAAAAEIg/1_vHAL-E2-Y/s72-c/IMG_2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-2364192988809561741</id><published>2009-04-13T21:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:21:34.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Velejador</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O Francisco é todo mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.franciscolobato.com/imgns/news/067/1066-460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As milhas que faz são tantas como as histórias que tem para contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre descrições de ventos e marés deixa escapar a imagem das baleias a poucos metros do seu barco... ou as alucinações perigosas da solidão no mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma regra de sono determinante e os exercícios mentais do enjoo ( sim porque os homens do mar também enjoam!) consegue cumprir os seus objectivos e tem ambição para ir mais longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepara-se para a nova transat em 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Francisco considera mais esta prova como uma das primeiras “montanhas” a escalar antes de chegar ao “Evereste” da vela – a volta ao mundo em solitário. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem patrocinadores oficiais para a competição, o Francisco convida-nos a tornar o seu projecto, um projecto de todos nós: &lt;a href="http://www.franciscolobato.com/online/jogo_milhas.html"&gt;http://www.franciscolobato.com/online/jogo_milhas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em 2006 e 2007 foi nº1 no ranking mundial na classe mini de série&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por aí já é campeão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas quiz mais e lutou por conseguir &lt;em&gt;completar a Transat 6,50 em 2007&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em 2008 ganhou a grande regata Les Sables Les Açores Les Sables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste momento está no 2º ano do Mestrado em Eng.ª e Arquitectura Naval no IST e vai voltar a participar na Transat 6,50 em 2009.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre todos conseguimos mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-2364192988809561741?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.franciscolobato.com/online/jogo_milhas.html' title='O Velejador'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2364192988809561741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=2364192988809561741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2364192988809561741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2364192988809561741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-velejador.html' title='O Velejador'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-2707354966446215418</id><published>2008-12-04T21:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:28:22.528Z</updated><title type='text'>O melhor presente de sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SThJ6PYC_lI/AAAAAAAAAYI/iUtI_e9RNwo/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048228373167698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SThJ6PYC_lI/AAAAAAAAAYI/iUtI_e9RNwo/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As surpresas são tão boas de receber!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É tão bom sentir-se querida por todos os que couberam no eléctrico e todos os que quiseram ir mas já não havia lugar e todos os que estando fora foi impossível estarem presentes e todos juntos ou todos separados sabemos que contamos com eles sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Obrigado à Cenoura por me levar tão bem ao engano&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao Tai pela ideia incrível de percorrer a cidade no mítico eléctrico 28&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado à Rita pela concretização da ideia mesmo sabendo que não estaria presente, mas sempre presente em espírito&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado à Madalena pela reunião de todos ou alguns e muitos foram&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado à Filipa pelo lanche de visita de estudo&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao Fred que não conheço por levar a Madalena a fazer o Passe da primeira viagem no 28 aos 29&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos pelo bar escondido por debaixo do assento&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao primo da cunhada da Madalena pelo som&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao Luis pela musica&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao Nuno pela voltinha extra&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado à Maria Ana pela surpresa nº2 já em casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só existimos nos dias que fazemos. Nos dias em que não fazemos, apenas duramos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Padre António Vieira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1729745&amp;amp;id=786309362" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049112043332882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SThKtrTbpRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mJ_Z222Vozk/s400/frase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E vocês fizeram acontecer, proporcionaram um momento único que nunca esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar de dizer &lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-2707354966446215418?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2707354966446215418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=2707354966446215418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2707354966446215418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2707354966446215418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-melhor-presente-de-sempre.html' title='O melhor presente de sempre'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SThJ6PYC_lI/AAAAAAAAAYI/iUtI_e9RNwo/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-3633859834265204565</id><published>2008-06-23T20:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:34:45.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia do jogo de Portugal - Alemanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SF_5TXlQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rdH7kcpd9xU/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215161004661468658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SF_5TXlQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rdH7kcpd9xU/s400/IMG_0964.JPG" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O velho desce as escadas energicamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;caminha pela areia com as suas botas de borracha como quem caminha na calçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;despe a camisola num passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;está abrigado para uma noite de frio, e são oito horas de um dos dias mais longos do ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;junta-se às rochas e levanta a gola das suas botas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aí guarda os seus afazeres, a maré baixa não chega à mochila, camisola e cana de pesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e ele afasta-se de tudo isto e junta-se ao mar com um recipiente na mão para apanhar o isco que lhe dará trabalho esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É neste ambiente que vou ver o jogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;é com outros como o velho que chegam, e outros novos que olham para o velho como se este fosse um ser raro&lt;br /&gt;O velho faz o que sempre fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O novo nunca o fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A família que anda pela praia não saberá que hoje há jogo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ou não faz sequer parte dos seus planos visto não serem nem portugueses nem alemães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho não se juntou para ver o jogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tornou-se rocha e mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há coisas mais importantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim há sempre coisas mais importantes&lt;br /&gt;ficam os que dão importância a coisas menos importantes&lt;br /&gt;e eu que não lhe dando tanta importância fico, dando mais importância ao momento aos gestos e às palavras e claro, ao sol que se torna mar e rocha no intervalo dos dois tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estivemos mesmo à beirinha à beirinha ... mas não foi o suficiente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215162432718000226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SF_6mfgeUGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/v42ZuL4tPPI/s400/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-3633859834265204565?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3633859834265204565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=3633859834265204565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3633859834265204565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3633859834265204565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-dia-do-jogo-de-portugal-alemanha.html' title='O dia do jogo de Portugal - Alemanha'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/SF_5TXlQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rdH7kcpd9xU/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-7714025744727418359</id><published>2008-01-01T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:01:11.969Z</updated><title type='text'>BOM ANO !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R303kd8i3JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7oVUdtzVf9g/s1600-h/ESTRELAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R303kd8i3JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7oVUdtzVf9g/s400/ESTRELAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151334648435104914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim começou 2008&lt;/strong&gt;, com mais uma festa improvisada na casa das flores.&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi? Foi o Moët &amp; Chandon foi a Raposeira foi o Cordoniu foi a Veuve Clicquot foi o Freixenet , eramos ao todo mais de 40 a saltar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R306V98i3KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gvq5bjAu4no/s1600-h/pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R306V98i3KI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gvq5bjAu4no/s320/pessoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151337697861885090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R307198i3MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8hXL-Ylo4c4/s1600-h/Mensagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R307198i3MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8hXL-Ylo4c4/s320/Mensagem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151339347129326786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quem falava era o Pessoa... Esse falava sem parar. &lt;br /&gt;Deixava-nos ainda com mais palavras para os desejos de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos com algumas imagens roubadas a convidados de muito nível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R308ht8i3NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xQcyK6Iyt4Q/s1600-h/n728986550_531661_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R308ht8i3NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xQcyK6Iyt4Q/s320/n728986550_531661_1304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340098748603602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R308vN8i3OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lD6HUlHenWs/s1600-h/n728986550_531672_4423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R308vN8i3OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lD6HUlHenWs/s320/n728986550_531672_4423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340330676837602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R308-N8i3PI/AAAAAAAAALA/N1nlSsLP-Kk/s1600-h/n728986550_531678_6079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R308-N8i3PI/AAAAAAAAALA/N1nlSsLP-Kk/s320/n728986550_531678_6079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340588374875378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R309G98i3QI/AAAAAAAAALI/UYPAi9YfPPM/s1600-h/n728986550_531686_8355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R309G98i3QI/AAAAAAAAALI/UYPAi9YfPPM/s320/n728986550_531686_8355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340738698730754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R309U98i3RI/AAAAAAAAALQ/m7QmT9uIUGU/s1600-h/n728986550_531683_7479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R309U98i3RI/AAAAAAAAALQ/m7QmT9uIUGU/s320/n728986550_531683_7479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151340979216899346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-7714025744727418359?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7714025744727418359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=7714025744727418359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/7714025744727418359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/7714025744727418359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2008/01/bom-ano.html' title='BOM ANO !!!!'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R303kd8i3JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7oVUdtzVf9g/s72-c/ESTRELAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-8432697428019355767</id><published>2007-12-07T07:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:12:46.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Casamento em varias cerimonias III</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j4DUpRW6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dvs2qL7h5zM/s1600-h/IMG_7718.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141131710608530338 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j4DUpRW6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dvs2qL7h5zM/s320/IMG_7718.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j4-UpRW7I/AAAAAAAAAII/168eb77JF9E/s1600-h/IMG_7732.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141132724220812210 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j4-UpRW7I/AAAAAAAAAII/168eb77JF9E/s320/IMG_7732.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Todos os convidados no noivo acompanham-no ate ao local da cerimonia do casamento, ha banda ha cor e ha danca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j-CkpRW9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pmO3K-PtalQ/s1600-h/IMG_7738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j-CkpRW9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pmO3K-PtalQ/s320/IMG_7738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141138294793395154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chegando a porta, o lado da noiva recebe-os com cerimonias desejando prosperidade e fertilidade ao noivo. A noiva tenta por-lhe o colar de flores a volta do pescoco, ele foje, e com a tinta encarnada tenta tambem pintar-lhe o nariz... o noivo tem de conseguir desviar-se, nao conseguiu... mas e benvindo na mesma, de nariz encarnado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j_UkpRW-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/RjBvWmCka6w/s1600-h/IMG_7757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j_UkpRW-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/RjBvWmCka6w/s320/IMG_7757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141139703542668258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentam o noivo no altar acompanhado o irmao (neste caso o cunhado)e tapam-lhe a vista com um pano para nao ver a noiva chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kAX0pRW_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/JrAdGmWduN4/s1600-h/IMG_7776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kAX0pRW_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/JrAdGmWduN4/s320/IMG_7776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141140858888870898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recem casados&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-8432697428019355767?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8432697428019355767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=8432697428019355767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/8432697428019355767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/8432697428019355767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/12/casamento-em-varias-cerimonias-iii.html' title='Casamento em varias cerimonias III'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j4DUpRW6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dvs2qL7h5zM/s72-c/IMG_7718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-6773676974514052401</id><published>2007-12-07T07:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:33:09.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Casamento em varias cerimonias II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j1o0pRW4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/vJC1SgqgPH4/s1600-h/IMG_7705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j1o0pRW4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/vJC1SgqgPH4/s320/IMG_7705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141129056318741378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em casa dos pais do noivo benze-se a casa para a chegada da mulher do filho que ira viver com eles e prepara-se o noivo. na fotografia estao a benzer a unica comida que o noivo podera comer ate ao casamento ( visto ser ao fim do dia, a comida ainda e bastante... o jejum e de especiarias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j3H0pRW5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nd_BD-y1XE0/s1600-h/IMG_7710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j3H0pRW5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nd_BD-y1XE0/s320/IMG_7710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141130688406313874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-6773676974514052401?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6773676974514052401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=6773676974514052401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/6773676974514052401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/6773676974514052401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/12/casamento-em-varias-cerimonias-ii.html' title='Casamento em varias cerimonias II'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j1o0pRW4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/vJC1SgqgPH4/s72-c/IMG_7705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-2075281692220178824</id><published>2007-12-07T07:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:23:38.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Casamento em varias cerimonias I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j0UEpRW3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sw49VycQzw8/s1600-h/IMG_7616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j0UEpRW3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sw49VycQzw8/s320/IMG_7616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141127600324828018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cerimonia da Henna foi em casa dos pais da noiva, estes sao os pes da noiva, as maos e os bracos tambem foram tatuados, e o nome do noivo esta escondido entre os desenhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-2075281692220178824?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2075281692220178824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=2075281692220178824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2075281692220178824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2075281692220178824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/12/casamento-em-varias-cerimonias-i.html' title='Casamento em varias cerimonias I'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1j0UEpRW3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sw49VycQzw8/s72-c/IMG_7616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-1173601715923034278</id><published>2007-12-04T18:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:06:50.134Z</updated><title type='text'>3 Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1jw6EpRW1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/an2OboFPqw8/s1600-h/IMG_7496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1jw6EpRW1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/an2OboFPqw8/s320/IMG_7496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141123855113345874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saimos cedo em Direcao a Pune. o bus demorou uma eternidade e chegamos ja a meio do dia a cidade. Pune e do tamanho de 2 vezes Lisboa, um polo universitario bastante grande onde estao varias industrias de automoveis. Visitamos parte de um museu de um coleccionador muculmano impressionante.. uma quantidade de instrumentos de musica altamente ornamentados, pinturas de Deuses e reis, madeiras esculpidas, jogos de xadrez, cartas e outros que nao saberia jogar... tivemos pena de ja ser tao tarde e nao podermos entrar nas outras salas que imagino serem igualmente espectaculares...&lt;br /&gt;Perdmo-nos pelas ruas vizinhas com casas de madeira esculpida, e pelos portoes do &lt;a href="http://www.osho.com"&gt;Ashram de Osho que busca a iluminacao atraves do sexo. Este Ashram tao controverso tem a entrada totalmente restrita mas onde acorrem centenas de pessoas, sejam hindus ou ocidentais, vestidas de bordeaux ate aos pes.. e fica a icognita do que realmente se passara ali dentro.... no esterior 'e um palacio negro de ficcao cientifica....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantamos com Alfonso num restaurate ali por perto com um ambiente de fazer inveja a qualquer um dos nossos a beira mar... A Ana trouxe uma vela para a mesa porque este era o meu dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obrigado a todos os que se lembraram, e aquem nao pude responder!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-1173601715923034278?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1173601715923034278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=1173601715923034278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/1173601715923034278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/1173601715923034278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-dezembro.html' title='3 Dezembro'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1jw6EpRW1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/an2OboFPqw8/s72-c/IMG_7496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-3608048931045604387</id><published>2007-12-04T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:10:53.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Bombaim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1jx5UpRW2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZBGFp7Qpf0o/s1600-h/IMG_7602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1jx5UpRW2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZBGFp7Qpf0o/s320/IMG_7602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141124941740071778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a Bombaim a tempo da primeira cerimonia do casamento de Bimale e Lakshmi. Um primeiro cocktail para os jovens, um bar a beira da praia  em Juhu todo iluminado por tochas. Aqui provamos todo o tipo de comidas, umas ja conheciamos outras ja de nome tinhamos ganho curiosidade.&lt;br /&gt;entre vestimentas Hindus e outras mais ocidentais, dancamos Bollywood e Madonna ou Paul Simon, dancamos antes de jantar, depois de jantar ja com a pista meio vazia, inventamos as nossas dancas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-3608048931045604387?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3608048931045604387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=3608048931045604387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3608048931045604387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3608048931045604387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/12/bombaim.html' title='Bombaim'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1jx5UpRW2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZBGFp7Qpf0o/s72-c/IMG_7602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-8353369789074482313</id><published>2007-12-04T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:23:59.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Humpi - Badami - Hubli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kDCkpRXCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UjWRC_TEOv0/s1600-h/IMG_7342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kDCkpRXCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UjWRC_TEOv0/s320/IMG_7342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141143792351534114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humpi - Badami - Hubli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na viagem de carro vao desaparecendo as rochas dando espaco a mais palmeiras, campos de girassois e cana de acucar. Passamos por camponeses, vacas a lavrar os capos, os camioes que dias antes viramos 'as centenas parados em fila a beira da estrada estao agora carregados e ocupam os dois sentidos das estradas.&lt;br /&gt;Demoramos um bom tempo a chegar a Aihole, onde estao os primeiros temlos Hindi, ainda experimentao formas, o templo e oval e ornamentado com algumas esculturas. Mais tarde fomos ainda a Pattadakal onde pudemos ver uma fase posterior dos templos, ja de forma rectangular, torre quadrada e figuras do Ramayana contando historias de Deuses.&lt;br /&gt;A passagem por Mahakuta foi a mais surpreendente ja que vimos o templo com a mesma tipologia dos outros, com o tamque e as capelas a volta de uma praca coberta de arvores. o templo esta ainda em uso e pudemos ver uma das cerimonias de um casamento em que a agua toma um papel fundamental. De inicio estao os homens a tomar banho, longos mergulhos e as mulheres em volta do tanque, depois descem os noivos vestidos dentro de agua para a cerimonia. A vila 'e bastante pobre mas pudemos ver as mulheres com os seus melhores saris multicolores.&lt;br /&gt;Badami foi a ultima paragem do dia ja numa paisagem de rocha avermelhada criando uma enorme bolsa de agua rodeada de degraus onde se sentam as pessoas. Vimo-lo de cima desde os templos escavados na rocha, em que cada cluna e cada escultura pertence a mesma rocha escavada. &lt;strong&gt;Impressionante!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kCI0pRXBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/czqiLLDK13Y/s1600-h/IMG_7332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kCI0pRXBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/czqiLLDK13Y/s320/IMG_7332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141142800214088722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-8353369789074482313?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8353369789074482313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=8353369789074482313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/8353369789074482313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/8353369789074482313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/12/humpi-badami-hubli.html' title='Humpi - Badami - Hubli'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kDCkpRXCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UjWRC_TEOv0/s72-c/IMG_7342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-370568004704223895</id><published>2007-11-28T16:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:29:45.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Humpi II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kD0EpRXDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nz4_Mg6R1Lk/s1600-h/Bombaim+01+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kD0EpRXDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nz4_Mg6R1Lk/s320/Bombaim+01+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141144642755058738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se tivesse havido uma chuva de granito, grandes bocados de granito, que ao bater na terra se despedacaram e cairam irregularmente na paisagem deixando partes caidas no rio, partes em equilibrio por cima de outras, amontoados de partes formando montanhas. &lt;br /&gt;Como se com essa chuva tivessem esmagado uma paisagem verde de palmeiras e bananeiras, deixando apenas uns vazios para que pudessem crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso veio o Homem, e ao ver tamanhos blocos, esculpiu-os, formando estatuas e oferecendo-as aos Deuses; vieram os reis e instalaram-se criando palacios e templos inacreditaveis. Nas suas pedras estao esculpidas historias da sua Historia, menos a ultima que falaria sobre a guerra coontra os musulmanos que destruiram e deixaram os palacios cair num esquecimento contado por camadas de lama.&lt;br /&gt;Ha 30 anos escavaram a terra ate redescobrir os templos e os palacios. A enorme estatua de Ganesh ( Deus-elefante ) estava partida - a sua barriga fora destruida durante a guerra - e uma estatua partida deixa de ser visitada como templo, a outros intactos levam-lhe flores e veneram-nos.&lt;br /&gt;A reencarnacao de Vishnu, Narasimha ( Deus-Leao ) pediu a Rama para nao morrer nem de dia nem de noite, nem dentro nem fora de casa, nem na terra nem no ceu. Rama, nao lhe podendo conceder imortalidade concedeu-lhe esse desejo. Mas Narasimha tornara-se mau com o tempo, matava e roubava, e os Homens queixavam-se aos deuses. Vishnu ( Deus-protector ) teria de destrui-lo, e arranjou forma de ao anoitecer, na porta de sua casa saltou-lhe para a anca, agarrou-o e matou-o, protegendo assim os homens deste Deus tao poderoso. Nao era nem dia nem de noite, nao era nem dentro nem fora, nem na terra nem no ceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kEXUpRXEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hAle-9miJTs/s1600-h/IMG_7016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kEXUpRXEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hAle-9miJTs/s320/IMG_7016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141145248345447490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-370568004704223895?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/370568004704223895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=370568004704223895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/370568004704223895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/370568004704223895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/11/humpi-ii.html' title='Humpi II'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R1kD0EpRXDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nz4_Mg6R1Lk/s72-c/Bombaim+01+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-2959785327894657871</id><published>2007-11-27T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:09:53.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Humpi</title><content type='html'>A partida de Bombaim foi complicada, perdemos um autocarro, fomos ter a paragem seguinte e um shanti shanti do esta a chegar dentro de 5min tao eterno que ja queriamos estrangular o dono da agencia... mas la chegou e o bus nocturno tinha couchettes a seria por cima dos bancos e pudemos dormir um sono profundo ( pelo menos eu...) at'e ouvir os gritos de Hubli Hubli quem sai em Hubli! outra camioneta e um rickshaw mais tarde passando por paisagens verdes de campos de girassois, canaviais, palmeiras l'a chegamos a Humpi, com uma paisagem de estranha mistura entre pedras gigantes, templos de colunas, templos em torre povoados de macacos, o rio que serpenteia pelas montanhas de pedras e zonas verdes ( esta 'e a estacao logo a seguir as moncoes por isso tudo esta tao verde) Mas esta vila tem um misto de indiano com o hippie ocidental, por estar tao perto de goa, por ser tao mistica, nao sei... mas a verdade 'e que a pedra do pavimento nas ruas lhe da um aspecto limpo, as lojas vendem roupas ocidentalizadas de tecidos indianos ( das feiras hippies de todo  lado ), os restaurantes tem comidas com nomes estranhos que se parecem aos pratos tipicos italianos... E as pessoas sao simpaticas, toma se um cha por baixo da enorme mango tree em frente ao rio, onde as indianas lavam os seus saris e as camisas dos homens ( todos vestem camisas), faz-se uma massagem ayurvedica ( que nao aconselho aqui...), passeia-se pelas ruelas... &lt;strong&gt;shanti shanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-2959785327894657871?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2959785327894657871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=2959785327894657871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2959785327894657871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/2959785327894657871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/11/humpi.html' title='Humpi'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-7643441901267846147</id><published>2007-11-26T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:19:19.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Chegada a Bombaim sem malas nem hotel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chegada a Bombaim sem malas nem hotel.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa resolve-se com a maior eficiencia poss'ivel: um hotel em frente ao mar em Colaba, junto ao famoso Taj &lt;br /&gt;as malas, essas haverao de chegar.. nada podemos fazer para acelarar o processo em Londres&lt;br /&gt;Portanto a atitude 'e Kuibat n'hee ! chanti chanti ...&lt;br /&gt;E assim 'e, acordamos tarde por termos dormido tao pouco e percorremos a nossa rua onde de um lado vemos o mar, do lado esquerdo da rua palacetes coloniais de 4 andares lindos muito degradados, o caminho 'e protegido por palmeiras e outras tantas 'arvores tropicais verdes verdes e grandes, tao grandes que provocam uma sombra com uns raios de luz que lhe atravessam muitissimo agradaveis... &lt;br /&gt;Sendo domingo encontramos menos movimento do que o habitual, mas encontramos sempre os mercados de rua e mil pessoas de um lado para o outro, sentamo nos a tomar um cafe e o primeiro Naan no tao movimentado leopoldo cafe, andamos muito cruzamos as ruas ( sempre uma aventura ) ... subimos ao 33 andar de um arranha ceus para ver a vista incrivel sobre a ba'ia, o mar e a cidade que desaparece sob o nevoeiro.&lt;br /&gt;chegaram as malas, ja podemos partir. hoje as 7 da tarde e a chegada sera a qualquer hora de amanha, se tudo correr bem, talvez de manha chegaremos a 3h de Hampi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;objectivo: Hampi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-7643441901267846147?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7643441901267846147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=7643441901267846147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/7643441901267846147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/7643441901267846147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/11/chegada-bombaim-sem-malas-nem-hotel.html' title='Chegada a Bombaim sem malas nem hotel....'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-3650162324853073424</id><published>2007-11-23T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T18:25:23.523Z</updated><title type='text'>A caminho de Bombaim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R0casX0U93I/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZSWuYKepRA/s1600-h/jarra-do-Maraja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R0casX0U93I/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZSWuYKepRA/s320/jarra-do-Maraja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136103249649399666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namasté&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto-vos a Historia do Marajá de Jaipur convidado pelo rei de Inglaterra para ir conhecer o seu reino, Londres em especial.&lt;br /&gt;O Marajá via os ingleses que conhecia da Índia como muito snobs e esquisitos, nem sequer bebiam a mesma água dos indianos...&lt;br /&gt;Viviam na sua terra mas comportavam-se de um modo inadequado.&lt;br /&gt;Achou que deveria estar à altura deles aquando da sua viagem, e numa atitude considerada excêntrica para uns e natural para outros, &lt;br /&gt;mandou fazer duas jarras de prata com dois metros de altura e encheu-as de água do Ganges ( O sagrado choro de shiva - himalaias -)&lt;br /&gt;e durante toda a sua viagem ( de barco ) e longa estadia bebeu da sua água, demonstrando aos ingleses o seu poder.&lt;br /&gt;as jarras são incríveis e podemos encontrá-las  à porta do palácio de jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite parto de novo para a Índia, desta vez será mais a Sul, primeira paragem Bombaim&lt;br /&gt;Depois logo se verá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chegamos à 1h da manhã, ainda sem hotel onde ficar.... mas Kuibat na'hee!!! lá nos arranjaremos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-3650162324853073424?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3650162324853073424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=3650162324853073424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3650162324853073424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3650162324853073424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/11/caminho-de-bombaim.html' title='A caminho de Bombaim'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/R0casX0U93I/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZSWuYKepRA/s72-c/jarra-do-Maraja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-110270442403866257</id><published>2007-08-01T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:12:45.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPAÇO X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/RrCCGyokHII/AAAAAAAAAFY/kks9k-cRTPI/s1600-h/espa%C3%A7o+x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/RrCCGyokHII/AAAAAAAAAFY/kks9k-cRTPI/s320/espa%C3%A7o+x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093714231738768514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre MALPHETTES&lt;br /&gt;2002 França&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-110270442403866257?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.documentsdartistes.org/artistes/malphettes/repro4.html' title='ESPAÇO X'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/110270442403866257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=110270442403866257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/110270442403866257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/110270442403866257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/08/espao-x.html' title='ESPAÇO X'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/RrCCGyokHII/AAAAAAAAAFY/kks9k-cRTPI/s72-c/espa%C3%A7o+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-3478541524945987332</id><published>2007-07-30T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:13:42.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GOGOL BORDELLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eugene Hütz Євген Гудзь &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ucraniano       35 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiros Saltimbancos&lt;br /&gt;Aos 14 anos viveu o desatre de Chernobyl de perto&lt;br /&gt;percorreu a Europa e os estados unidos juntou músicos e criou o seu próprio estilo Gipsy punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.fmm.com.pt/"&gt;Festival de música de Sines&lt;/a&gt; deu-nos a conhecer esta banda e nós dançámos até não poder mais!&lt;br /&gt;Um concerto memorável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_81l4DXlwM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_81l4DXlwM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nem tudo está perdido e ainda há uma oportunidade de os ver&lt;br /&gt; dia 14 no &lt;a href="http://www.paredesdecoura.com/programa/"&gt;festival de paredes de coura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wristcutters.com/"&gt;Um filme a ver, com Eugene e Tom Waits: The Wristcutters - a Love story &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G76igEUtxCA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G76igEUtxCA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-3478541524945987332?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gogolbordello.com/' title='GOGOL BORDELLO'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3478541524945987332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=3478541524945987332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3478541524945987332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3478541524945987332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/07/gogol-bordello.html' title='GOGOL BORDELLO'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-6415225906741491731</id><published>2007-07-16T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:27:17.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piero Pesce</title><content type='html'>Há uns anos aterrei de malas e bagagens numa cidade impressionante&lt;br /&gt;Conhecia menos de meia dúzia de pessoas e queria falar com mais&lt;br /&gt;Éramos ainda um pequeno grupo numa cidade distante e cheia de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximava-se o verão de S.Martinho. &lt;br /&gt;O Santo nasceu em Itália e por alguma razão em Florença, como no resto do país esse santo é ignorado. Mas disso nós ainda não sabíamos e decidimos festejá-lo como se fosse universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocámos cartazes pela cidade para uma reunião popular.&lt;br /&gt;Não pedíamos mais do que o essencial para festejar esse dia&lt;br /&gt;Castanhas vinho e música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia do Santo pedalámos alegremente até ao local escolhido para o encontro: as galerias Uffizi por terem uma acústica única; e antes da hora marcada já se tinham reunido um bom grupo de pessoas com diversos instrumentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haviam os constantes batuques, o saxofonista, o contrabaixo que passava depois do seu concerto num bar próximo, a flauta e a gaita... estava reunida a orquestra! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As músicas eram populares, cânticos a solo e em coro&lt;br /&gt;todos acompanhavam o ritmo com dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim me apresentaram a Tarantella e os Briganti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vos apresento o Piero que foi o primeiro a chegar nesse dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixCjx_lE4Hc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixCjx_lE4Hc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhando um concerto do Manu Chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSulYv8xdBs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSulYv8xdBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-6415225906741491731?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=ixCjx_lE4Hc' title='Piero Pesce'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6415225906741491731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=6415225906741491731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/6415225906741491731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/6415225906741491731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/07/piero-pesce.html' title='Piero Pesce'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-1848250222143389575</id><published>2007-06-25T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:30:56.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>calendario dos 366 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080070470286035362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/RoAJLWdZyaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IiLmHRbH6RI/s400/366dias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O calendário dos dias é um jogo:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;preencher 366 dias com a fotografia de um aniversariante de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fica associado um dia a um número para no final termos um calendário dos dias, sem meses nem semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-1848250222143389575?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.366dias.blogspot.com/' title='calendario dos 366 dias'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1848250222143389575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=1848250222143389575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/1848250222143389575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/1848250222143389575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/06/calendario-dos-366-dias.html' title='calendario dos 366 dias'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98W1LMMNWQQ/RoAJLWdZyaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IiLmHRbH6RI/s72-c/366dias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-7874569431202154995</id><published>2007-06-25T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:32:46.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>prink prank project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacob vive numa cidade sueca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacob tem amigos, gosta de arte, viaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até simpatizo com Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkprankproject.com/"&gt;mas será que Jacob gosta de cor de rosa ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia Jacob apanhou um vôo para N.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atravessou o Atlantico para voltar na semana seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amigo de Jacob ficou com a chave de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e transformou-lhe a casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heis o que se pode fazer em 6 horas a um apartamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/br8ttIjV120"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/br8ttIjV120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-7874569431202154995?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pinkprankproject.com/' title='prink prank project'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7874569431202154995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=7874569431202154995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/7874569431202154995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/7874569431202154995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/06/prink-prank-project.html' title='prink prank project'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368940619791697620.post-3083439778616779412</id><published>2007-06-19T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:28:29.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7651 visitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;7651&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;visitas no &lt;a href="http://www.albarraque.spaces.live.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Espaço X&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;do spaces fez me repensar na melhor maneira de conversar e partilhar experiencias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;O espaço agradava-me mas dificultava a conversação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Decidi mudar de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Começar do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;zero &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+7651&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Durante quaze dois anos fui partilhando aventuras e loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;só mudo de sitío não de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;e tentarei escrever com mais regularidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hoje. um dia como qualquer outro no espaço X.
Tens algo que contar ?&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368940619791697620-3083439778616779412?l=espaco-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3083439778616779412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368940619791697620&amp;postID=3083439778616779412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3083439778616779412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368940619791697620/posts/default/3083439778616779412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espaco-x.blogspot.com/2007/06/7651-visitas.html' title='7651 visitas'/><author><name>.X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063926085224994566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
