<?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-11848604</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:41.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O encontro com o meu eu...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-112525129522504044</id><published>2005-08-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:40:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vermelho dos Incêndios e o negro das Cinzas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7072/977/1600/sem%20t??tulo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7072/977/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo11.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7072/977/1600/sem%20t??tulo21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7072/977/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo21.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que podem os bombeiros fazer contra esta crueldade da Natureza??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Esta pergunta vem-me à mente quando recebo a informaçao de mais um incendio a lavrar contra o esforço imponente dos bombeiros...o pior de tudo é ver as pessoas que levam uma vida inteira a investir na sua casinha e ali em menos de um minuto, vê-na ser engolida pelas labaredas quentes do incendio... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E de quem é a culpa disto tudo???? Pois, eu tambem nao tenho a resposta...mas páro para pensar que todos nós somos culpados dos incêndios que devastam a floresta, e por vezes as casas. E quando digo todos nós, refiro-me a pessoas, população em geral, nada de criticar os bombeiros...já chega de lhes apontarem o dedo!! Louvores para o Sr. Ministro, e porrada para os Bombeiros!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grandes multas estas que dão aos incendiários, vao la ver o sr. Juiz e saem em liberdade condicional.... ou seja é o mesmo que lhe dar novamente um barril de gasolina e um fosforo para ir acender mais um incendio. Mas enfim...é o pais que nós temos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa-me muito ver os bombeiros a serem enxuvalhados pela população quando executam mal o seu trabalho...mas a população esquece-se que este ano ja morreram 11 bombeiros que nada tinham a ver com o que estavam a fazer, eles estavam a defender aquilo que não lhes pertencia, ou por outra pertenciam a todos nós, e todos nós podemos ser bombeiros... Bombeiro não é aquele pobre que não tem mais nada que fazer, que está desempregado, que é alcoolico e que tem todos os defeitos, bombeiro para mim, é um dos HEROIS de Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A comunicação social que páre com as novelas dos incêndios, páre de mostrar imagens de velhotes a correr e a sofrer...que páre com isto, porque a populaçao e a comunicaçao social deviam juntar esforços e ajudar os bombeiros a combater os incendios... e eu falo por experiencia própria que a comunicação social quando vai a um incendio so lá vai mostrar para as imagens menos boas....Mas enfim....em vez de ajudarem, so os prejudicam, e isto é k é lamentavel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gonçalo Bugia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-112525129522504044?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/112525129522504044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=112525129522504044' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/112525129522504044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/112525129522504044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-vermelho-dos-incndios-e-o-negro-das.html' title='O vermelho dos Incêndios e o negro das Cinzas'/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111541211003233044</id><published>2005-05-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:48:59.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="1659" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img141.echo.cx/img141/8963/escola4b7jr.jpg" width="2556" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pronto...agora apareço eu aki, trajado!! Curto bues o traje do IPP, é mesmo curtido, pena é k estavamos em luto académico, e eu n curto os trajes em luto... Esta foto foi tirada agora pela Semana Académica!!! Acho k ate nao ficou la muito ma!! Pena é k eu fico sempre mal nas fotografia!! Ah Brevemente, vou aki meter uma fotografia trajado, mas desta vez, feita num estudio de fotografia!! Ainda ando indeciso, sao 14, e kual a mais bonita...ou n estivesse la eu!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111541211003233044?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111541211003233044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111541211003233044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541211003233044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541211003233044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/05/pronto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111541108760011160</id><published>2005-05-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:32:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="1101" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img144.echo.cx/img144/7703/escola3b9zv.jpg" width="2300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E eis a foto mais gira...curto mm!! :D Digam lá que nao esta gira!!! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111541108760011160?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111541108760011160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111541108760011160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541108760011160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541108760011160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/05/e-eis-foto-mais-gira.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111541061731263977</id><published>2005-05-06T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:33:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="1331" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img133.echo.cx/img133/1081/escola2b0jj.jpg" width="2560" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como so dava pa meter uma foto de cada vêz, acho esta foto tambem girinha!! mas ja a outra a seguir, ainda considero muito melhor, ou nao tivesse sido eu a tirar! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111541061731263977?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111541061731263977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111541061731263977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541061731263977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541061731263977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/05/como-so-dava-pa-meter-uma-foto-de-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111541047822086979</id><published>2005-05-06T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:31:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="1324" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img133.echo.cx/img133/3783/escola1b9cs.jpg" width="2560" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oias!! Como eu nao sabia o que aqui enfiar, e como sei que as pessoas que comentam o meu blog, gostam de fotografia, decidi aki meter algumas fotos, que considero as melhores, que tirei à minha escola! À que referir que a arquitectura ja foi premiada!!! Por isso está bue de bacana!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111541047822086979?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111541047822086979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111541047822086979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541047822086979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111541047822086979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/05/oias-como-eu-nao-sabia-o-que-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111442689490367589</id><published>2005-04-25T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T04:06:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grita Comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/5595/semttulo5vb.jpg" border="0" width="478" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grita comigo&lt;br /&gt;que é possivel&lt;br /&gt;avançar contra a corrente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grita comigo que é possivel&lt;br /&gt;se te tirma as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Será tua vida&lt;br /&gt;A que grita fortemente!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hehe lembras-te?? ;) Bjs fofos :*]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111442689490367589?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111442689490367589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111442689490367589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111442689490367589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111442689490367589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/grita-comigo.html' title='Grita Comigo'/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111365081115985120</id><published>2005-04-16T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T04:29:17.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 541px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="664" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img22.echo.cx/img22/7828/serrademontesinhoaofundo7jy.jpg" width="1193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Como eu não sabia o que aqui meter, lembrei-me de que tinha mais umas fotos bacaninhas na neve! Aqui é uma paisagem lá do Centro de Formação...Tinha uma vista linda sobre a Serra de Montesinho... Grande semana esta... :D Comentem vá... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111365081115985120?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111365081115985120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111365081115985120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111365081115985120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111365081115985120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/como-eu-no-sabia-o-que-aqui-meter.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111360071732819209</id><published>2005-04-15T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:34:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="353" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img215.echo.cx/img215/353/olhos4ou.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Os olhos são as janelas da mente e falam mais rápido que a voz."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111360071732819209?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111360071732819209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111360071732819209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111360071732819209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111360071732819209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/os-olhos-so-as-janelas-da-mente-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111333577310576749</id><published>2005-04-12T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:57:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="208" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img236.echo.cx/img236/6597/livro0sr.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ás vezes não basta virar a página, temos mesmo que acabar por a rasgar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111333577310576749?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111333577310576749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111333577310576749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111333577310576749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111333577310576749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/s-vezes-no-basta-virar-pgina-temos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111315980454572407</id><published>2005-04-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:03:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Carta escrita em 2070"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img234.exs.cx/img234/8297/agua3pm.jpg" border="0" width="225" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Estamos no ano de 2070, acabo de completar os 50, mas a minha aparência é de alguém de 85. Tenho sérios problemas renais porque bebo muito pouca água. Creio que me resta pouco tempo. Hoje sou uma das pessoas mais idosas nesta sociedade. Recordo quando tinha 5 anos. Tudo era muito diferente. Havia muitas árvores nos parques, as casas tinham bonitos jardins e eu podia desfrutar de um banho de chuveiro com cerca de uma hora. Agora usamos toalhas em azeite mineral para limpar a pele. Antes todas as mulheres mostravam a sua formosa cabeleira. Agora devemos rapar a cabeça para a manter limpa sem água. Antes o meu pai lavava o carro com a água que saía de uma mangueira. Hoje os meninos não acreditam que a agua se utilizava dessa forma. Recordo que havia muitos anúncios que diziam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CUIDA DA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AGUA&lt;/span&gt;, só que ninguém lhes ligava; pensávamos que a agua jamais se podia  terminar. Agora, todos os rios, barragens, lagoas e mantos aquíferos estão irreversivelmente contaminados ou esgotados. Antes a quantidade de agua indicada como ideal para beber era oito copos por dia por pessoa adulta. Hoje só posso beber meio copo. A roupa é descartável, o que aumenta grandemente a quantidade de lixo; tivemos que voltar a usar os poços sépticos (fossas) como no século passado porque as redes de esgotos não se usam por falta de água. A aparência da população é horrorosa; corpos desfalecidos, enrugados pela desidratação, cheios de chagas na pele pelos raios ultravioletas que já não têm a capa de ozono que os filtrava na atmosfera.  Imensos desertos constituem a paisagem que nos rodeia por todos os lados. As infecções gastrointestinais, infermidades da pele e das vias urinárias são as principais causas de morte. A industria está paralisada e o desemprego é dramático. As fábricas dessalinizadoras são a principal fonte de emprego e pagam-te com agua potável em vez de salário. Os assaltos por um bidão de agua são comuns nas ruas desertas. A comida é 80% sintética. Pela ressiquidade da pele uma jovem de 20 anos está como se tivesse 40. Os cientistas investigam, mas não há solução possível. Não se pode fabricar agua, o oxigénio também está degradado por falta de arvores o que diminuiu o coeficiente intelectual das novas gerações. Alterou-se a morfologia dos espermatozóides de muitos indivíduos, como consequência há muitos meninos com insuficiências, mutações e deformações. O governo até nos cobra pelo ar que respiramos. 137 m3 por dia por habitante e adulto. A gente que não pode pagar é retirada das "zonas ventiladas", que estão dotadas de gigantescos pulmões mecânicos que funcionam com energia solar, não são de boa qualidade mas pode-se respirar, a idade média é de 35 anos. Em alguns países ficaram manchas de vegetação com o seu respectivo rio que é fortemente vigiado pelo exercito, a agua tornou-se um tesouro muito cobiçado mais do que o ouro ou os diamantes. Aqui em troca, não há arvores porque quase nunca chove, e quando chega a registar-se precipitação, é de chuva ácida; as estações do ano tem sido severamente transformadas pelas provas atómicas e da industria contaminante do século XX. Advertia-se que havia que cuidar o meio ambiente e ninguém fez caso. Quando a minha filha me pede que lhe fale de quando era jovem descrevo o bonito que eram os bosques, lhe falo da chuva, das flores, do agradável que era tomar banho e poder pescar nos rios e barragens, beber toda a agua que quisesse, o saudável que era a gente. Ela pergunta-me: Papá! Porque se acabou a agua? Então, sinto um nó na garganta; não posso deixar de sentir-me culpado, porque pertenço à geração que terminou destruindo o meio ambiente ou simplesmente não tomámos em conta tantos avisos. Agora os nossos filhos pagam um preço alto e sinceramente creio que a vida na terra já não será possível dentro de muito pouco porque a destruição do meio ambiente chegou a um ponto irreversível. Como gostaria voltar atrás e fazer com que toda a humanidade compreendesse isto quando ainda podíamos fazer algo para salvar o nosso planeta terra!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111315980454572407?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111315980454572407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111315980454572407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111315980454572407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111315980454572407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/carta-escrita-em-2070.html' title='&quot;Carta escrita em 2070&quot;'/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111304911764435239</id><published>2005-04-09T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T05:18:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.exs.cx/img143/8936/sexo6jg.jpg" border="0" width="300" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A alegria da conquista do amor está na luta, na tentativa, no sofrimento envolvido. Não na vitória propriamente dita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111304911764435239?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111304911764435239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111304911764435239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111304911764435239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111304911764435239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/alegria-da-conquista-do-amor-est-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111282247901339054</id><published>2005-04-06T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:21:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.exs.cx/img101/6874/poor13th.jpg" border="0" width="325" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cada dia a natureza produz o suficiente para nossa carência. Se cada um tomasse o que lhe fosse necessário, não haveria pobreza no mundo e ninguém morreria de fome."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111282247901339054?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111282247901339054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111282247901339054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111282247901339054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111282247901339054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/cada-dia-natureza-produz-o-suficiente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111264722683455560</id><published>2005-04-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:43:54.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.exs.cx/img140/4918/semttulo2zk.jpg" border="0" width="300" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida não é como uma folha de papel, onde se desenha e dps se pode utilizar a borracha para apagar os erros que se cometem!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111264722683455560?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111264722683455560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111264722683455560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111264722683455560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111264722683455560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/vida-no-como-uma-folha-de-papel-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111256526944894119</id><published>2005-04-03T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:59:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="317" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img138.exs.cx/img138/7299/gpiiindex7pi.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sei que estais sempre ao meu lado e que não vos cansais de rezar por mim. Saúdo-vos e vos dou o coração de graças"-&gt; Papa João Paulo II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111256526944894119?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111256526944894119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111256526944894119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111256526944894119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111256526944894119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/papa-joo-paulo-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111246660286341481</id><published>2005-04-02T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:56:55.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img234.exs.cx/img234/7187/margens0my.jpg" border="0" width="550" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do rio que tudo arrasta se diz violento, mas nao se dizem violentas as margens que o oprimem"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111246660286341481?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/111246660286341481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848604&amp;postID=111246660286341481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111246660286341481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848604/posts/default/111246660286341481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-rio-que-tudo-arrasta-se-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12262248281534370031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/425/bugee14wd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848604.post-111237695051437758</id><published>2005-04-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:00:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.exs.cx/img136/8363/amizade3fq.jpg" border="0" width="479" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A única forma de multiplicar a felicidade é dividi-la com alguém."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848604-111237695051437758?l=encontrosdoeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Parecia um puto a brincar com a neve!! Eh eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Acho k ja me entendi c esta porcaria!!! 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