<?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-2623418138987523929</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:50:54.499Z</updated><title type='text'>(e assim) acontece</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-390495013827273348</id><published>2010-06-15T13:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:21:58.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a aventura continua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.assimacontece.com/"&gt;http://www.assimacontece.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-390495013827273348?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/390495013827273348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/390495013827273348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/06/aventura-continua.html' title='a aventura continua...'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-3109330859351758836</id><published>2010-05-20T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:35:22.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S_U6eUxIHrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QXRFaXKG3RI/s1600/seraph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S_U6eUxIHrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QXRFaXKG3RI/s400/seraph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473345214783954610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-3109330859351758836?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/3109330859351758836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/3109330859351758836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S_U6eUxIHrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QXRFaXKG3RI/s72-c/seraph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-8139450485337404273</id><published>2010-04-10T22:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:01:08.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutamente janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;todos arriscam à primeira vista, o olhar seduzido... "uma teia!", "um trapézio!" mas onde pára a rede? o verdadeiro significado repousa na expressão serena de Helena Janeiro, a responsável por esta instalação que marcou presença no evento "Casa Absolut", no passado mês de Março.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du4JKYpEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FJ4y61AKK5I/s1600/Janeiro_absoluta_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du4JKYpEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FJ4y61AKK5I/s400/Janeiro_absoluta_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625396672603202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; do emaranhado de fios quase caem as peças suspensas que compõem mais um capítulo da aventura (e assim) acontece, e também aí as peças desta criadora desassossegada marcam presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du3_Ai7jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Md6CeI0Ul-4/s1600/Janeiro_absoluta_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du3_Ai7jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Md6CeI0Ul-4/s400/Janeiro_absoluta_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625393946979890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;respeitando a temática da nova temporada, as feições de diversos ícones cinematográficos observam orgulhosamente quem pára e se espanta... Bogart e Marilyn em flirt arrojado, numa lapela que passa por si? sim, é possível. e é assim que a expressão "levar uma estrela para casa" ganha novo vigor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du3gBSvPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DLZXT1CfqKA/s1600/Janeiro_absoluta_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du3gBSvPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DLZXT1CfqKA/s400/Janeiro_absoluta_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625385628613874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; venham ver o trabalho da Helena até ao final da temporada e trocar uns olhares com o que paira por detrás da montra. se alguém vos piscar o olho, não se surpreendam... é que cinema e magia sempre andaram de mão dada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-8139450485337404273?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/8139450485337404273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/8139450485337404273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/04/absolutamente-janeiro.html' title='absolutamente janeiro'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S8Du4JKYpEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FJ4y61AKK5I/s72-c/Janeiro_absoluta_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-5652782352391968331</id><published>2010-03-25T13:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:47:31.839Z</updated><title type='text'>here's looking at you, kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;quem disse que as montras não falam? alheias a horários e temporais, espreitam quem passam com um olhar nada indiferente. coloridas, vazias, a abarrotar, uma montra é também um retrato sempre inacabado do que se passa mais dentro. nisto pensava o serafim quando se deparou com um espaço por preencher. encavalitou-se num poiso confortável (não no mais alto, que isto das vertigens é uma coisa tramada!) e por ali vai ficando, saudando quem entra e quem passa e quem o atura. está rodeado de cor e de simpatia, nas mesas em frente há sempre alguém que se senta e que oferece o seu tempo para um lanche fora de horas. às vezes, soa um piano que tem dias bons e maus, como todos. é agradável, como agradável pode ser a casa que nos recebe e nos senta, todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdx0Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jthwyP1P8po/s1600/24911_101417309894879_100000798324083_38401_4964779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdx0Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jthwyP1P8po/s400/24911_101417309894879_100000798324083_38401_4964779_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562236612638610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdecmRjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RhKEOkQvHrc/s1600/24911_101417286561548_100000798324083_38394_407103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdecmRjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RhKEOkQvHrc/s400/24911_101417286561548_100000798324083_38394_407103_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562231414113842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdM24H-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/uFKXBpRKm5U/s1600/24911_101417283228215_100000798324083_38393_6550823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdM24H-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/uFKXBpRKm5U/s400/24911_101417283228215_100000798324083_38393_6550823_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562226692497378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkcl3HDOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P5qLIhrew5M/s1600/24911_101417303228213_100000798324083_38399_485251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkcl3HDOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P5qLIhrew5M/s400/24911_101417303228213_100000798324083_38399_485251_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562216224492770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loja 9, na galeria Lumiére. (podem olhar, mas entrem também.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-5652782352391968331?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/5652782352391968331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/5652782352391968331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-looking-at-you-kid.html' title='here&apos;s looking at you, kid.'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6tkdx0Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jthwyP1P8po/s72-c/24911_101417309894879_100000798324083_38401_4964779_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-2888618970461980091</id><published>2010-03-18T13:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:33:13.507Z</updated><title type='text'>ana encarnação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;há palavras que revelam de imediato a sua natureza e há também quem diga que por alguma razão beleza é um adjectivo feminino. existem muitos tipos de beleza, é certo, mas ana encarnação há só uma e por alguma razão (também) surge associada a este termo. é possível - e compreensível - exagerar nos adjectivos que descrevem o trabalho desta criadora de ar frágil, mas beleza será talvez o mais unânime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEr__-MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aogWhdvBLCw/s1600-h/IMGP4360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEr__-MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aogWhdvBLCw/s400/IMGP4360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449961460555839682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEQ3NibI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ltinPg_YGm0/s1600-h/100_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEQ3NibI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ltinPg_YGm0/s400/100_4060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449961453271222706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEM2tvMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0GJm3irJC0E/s1600-h/IMGP4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEM2tvMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0GJm3irJC0E/s400/IMGP4255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449961452195396802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de colares a brincos, passando por carteiras e bandoletes, as peças de ana encarnação respiram delicadeza e nascem de um universo onde imperam as cores suaves e os móveis em miniatura. espreitem-na na montra do acontece. e venham com tempo, é natural que se demorem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-2888618970461980091?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/2888618970461980091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/2888618970461980091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/03/ana-encarnacao.html' title='ana encarnação'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6InEr__-MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aogWhdvBLCw/s72-c/IMGP4360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-5434935498994896428</id><published>2010-03-17T16:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:52:39.906Z</updated><title type='text'>MJK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a maria poderia ser uma canção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;algo elegante e sofisticado, mas com uma batida muito própria, onde se falasse de desfiles originais, tecidos caros e unhas pintadas de vermelho. a maria nunca pára e traz sempre uma ideia na algibeira. e atrás dessa uma outra logo se apruma, ainda a lutar por ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6EHSwNB1CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sdPRw2W5Sqo/s1600-h/mjk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6EHSwNB1CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sdPRw2W5Sqo/s400/mjk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449645042853598242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;organizadora de eventos, ilustradora de cenários sonhadores, artesã e criadora por vontade e vocação, mary john of kings inventou para a montra do acontece um conjunto de pregadeiras esvoaçantes e coloridas. se passarem por lá, até pode ser que a ouçam e se encantem. é um risco que vale bem a pena correr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-5434935498994896428?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/5434935498994896428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/5434935498994896428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/03/mjk.html' title='MJK'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S6EHSwNB1CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sdPRw2W5Sqo/s72-c/mjk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-6179488848114351955</id><published>2010-02-26T13:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:33:23.537Z</updated><title type='text'>helena janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;as peças de helena janeiro falam francês e até há quem diga que tocam piano. parecem respirar ares de outras décadas e nota-se o bom-gosto e a elegância logo no primeiro relance. cativam. e logo de seguida, apaixonam. a escolha é diversa e apetece permanecer dentro do universo que lhes deu forma. colares multicolores, anéis bizarros, pregadeiras inesperadas, colagens e caixas que fazem pasmar e parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM9Jo4MnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l6-sOs6xGA4/s1600-h/100_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM9Jo4MnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l6-sOs6xGA4/s400/100_3966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442544025631994482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM89zyoHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Vv1N23MjV1I/s1600-h/STB_3002_C_pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM89zyoHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Vv1N23MjV1I/s400/STB_3002_C_pia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442544022456541298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM8sTMWcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Pe24i2oD1jU/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM8sTMWcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Pe24i2oD1jU/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442544017756412354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: PT;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;se tiverem a oportunidade de trocar umas palavras com a própria criadora, não a percam. se sugerirem uma peça sonhadora é bem provável que daí a uns dias se tenha tornado realidade. fazedora de sonhos e madame janvier para os amigos, também em exposição no acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-6179488848114351955?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/6179488848114351955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/6179488848114351955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/02/helena-janeiro.html' title='helena janeiro'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4fM9Jo4MnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l6-sOs6xGA4/s72-c/100_3966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-7786107406747504991</id><published>2010-02-22T00:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:24:49.693Z</updated><title type='text'>susana teixeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4HNs6x4MoI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kz1YNuOrRD0/s1600-h/sus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4HNs6x4MoI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kz1YNuOrRD0/s400/sus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440855996416668290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4HNslVuJoI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZDcvx1ze5VA/s1600-h/100_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4HNslVuJoI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZDcvx1ze5VA/s400/100_3938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440855990661424770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os corações batem, dizem. esperançosos, eufóricos, nostálgicos... um em cada corpo que passa e pára, a ouvir. ("we had a promise made") cá em cima batem 3 exemplares perfeitos e únicos, imaginados por Susana Teixeira. venham ouvi-los. venham!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-7786107406747504991?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/7786107406747504991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/7786107406747504991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/02/susana-teixeira.html' title='susana teixeira'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S4HNs6x4MoI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kz1YNuOrRD0/s72-c/sus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-3981943988579552428</id><published>2010-02-12T18:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:24:06.051Z</updated><title type='text'>freaks &amp; geeks</title><content type='html'>she's an indie, he's a punk. ela é simpática. ele, tem dias. ele desenha, ela inventa. e desta receita com dois ingredientes, resultam as inevitáveis expressões de surpresa... "ah, tão giro!", "olha, olha!" sacolas reinventadas, colares marie antoinette, pregadeiras e pins a que ninguém fica indiferente. são acessórios encantados com um espírito muito próprio, que nos transportam para cenários de filmes independentes, fotografias saturadas de cor e canções em repeat. freaks &amp; geeks. (quem é que se lembra de um nome destes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S3WcWzjEe3I/AAAAAAAAADg/LfzGlSFuNlY/s1600-h/f%26g2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S3WcWzjEe3I/AAAAAAAAADg/LfzGlSFuNlY/s400/f%26g2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437424040728099698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S3WcOcV_W2I/AAAAAAAAADY/VPtNdvepSWA/s1600-h/f%26g1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S3WcOcV_W2I/AAAAAAAAADY/VPtNdvepSWA/s400/f%26g1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437423897060268898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em exposição destacada aqui no acontece. venham ver e admirar-se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-3981943988579552428?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/3981943988579552428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/3981943988579552428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/02/freaks-geeks.html' title='freaks &amp; geeks'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S3WcWzjEe3I/AAAAAAAAADg/LfzGlSFuNlY/s72-c/f%26g2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-4203679646877668617</id><published>2010-01-27T02:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:11:15.763Z</updated><title type='text'>aconteceu ali...</title><content type='html'>no dia 23, o amanhecer quente não durou até ao cair da noite, mas este jardim esteve bem protegido do temporal. muitas mãos, muitos pés, muita conversa e muitos desejos de sucesso aqueceram o ambiente elevado e bem-humorado. restam umas poucas imagens, os pratos e copos lançados ao plasticão e a promessa de um regresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-kShsOSyI/AAAAAAAAADA/OGfbY6R8lBY/s1600-h/dezjan0910+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-kShsOSyI/AAAAAAAAADA/OGfbY6R8lBY/s400/dezjan0910+214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431240313820564258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-kbalB5yI/AAAAAAAAADI/e9fC69OCSl4/s1600-h/dezjan0910+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-kbalB5yI/AAAAAAAAADI/e9fC69OCSl4/s400/dezjan0910+220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431240466530166562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-krxbaQ5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KrlXk21bZNU/s1600-h/dezjan0910+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-krxbaQ5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KrlXk21bZNU/s400/dezjan0910+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431240747541742482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um sonoro "obrigado" a quem compareceu. quem não veio, está sempre a tempo de mudar de rumo. olhem que não custa nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-4203679646877668617?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/4203679646877668617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/4203679646877668617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/01/aconteceu-ali.html' title='aconteceu ali...'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1-kShsOSyI/AAAAAAAAADA/OGfbY6R8lBY/s72-c/dezjan0910+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-8909118459451530512</id><published>2010-01-23T00:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:45:22.279Z</updated><title type='text'>chamada ao palco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nesta primeira incursão pelo espaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(e assim) acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; podem deparar-se com estes e outros cenários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1o_UPoeXsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fEwUjh4HDMw/s1600-h/panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1o_UPoeXsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fEwUjh4HDMw/s400/panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429721917774782146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as peças de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;susana teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;maria joão dos reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;helena janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;freaks &amp;amp; geeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; não mordem, mas provocam estragos sentimentais. dizem que o coração foi feito para ser partido... atrevam-se já este sábado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2623418138987523929-8909118459451530512?l=istoacontece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/8909118459451530512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623418138987523929/posts/default/8909118459451530512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istoacontece.blogspot.com/2010/01/chamada-ao-palco.html' title='chamada ao palco!'/><author><name>(e assim) acontece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687754669842838285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S0-w6TIT-WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IL5c-A3jfcU/S220/IMG_3104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1o_UPoeXsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fEwUjh4HDMw/s72-c/panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623418138987523929.post-7189531184276193020</id><published>2010-01-15T19:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:04:40.859Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVaA4z7Q2bo/S1DKRht_K0I/AAAAAAAAACY/3K9yZtY0S4A/s1600-h/DSCN3144e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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