tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62556642537167456372011-04-21T17:44:04.900-07:00Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-1203227098510966982007-03-11T08:10:00.000-07:002007-03-11T08:12:42.867-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQcHq3wgpI/AAAAAAAAABU/DicHor7sxl8/s1600-h/encontros+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQcHq3wgpI/AAAAAAAAABU/DicHor7sxl8/s320/encontros+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040684801027244690" border="0" /></a><br />Uma bela tarde.<br />Finalizavam-se as combinações...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-120322709851096698?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-52095871283439050182007-03-11T07:58:00.000-07:002007-03-11T08:09:21.076-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQZQK3wgoI/AAAAAAAAABM/abbk0NEgEFI/s1600-h/encontros+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQZQK3wgoI/AAAAAAAAABM/abbk0NEgEFI/s320/encontros+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040681648521249410" border="0" /></a><br />O Manuel Cabaço ( meu aluno) o Danado ( meu colega) o Victor e a Ana.<br />Sentados: o Sr. Valentim e o Anacleto Gregório. De costas o cunhado do Manuel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-5209587128343905018?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-20614976619982652562007-03-11T07:52:00.000-07:002007-03-11T07:56:31.179-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQYEq3wgnI/AAAAAAAAABE/mOU5p_y6g1w/s1600-h/encontros+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQYEq3wgnI/AAAAAAAAABE/mOU5p_y6g1w/s320/encontros+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040680351441126002" border="0" /></a>E o Jango a lembrar abrigava agora os valentões pescadores do Naval.<br />O Fernando, o Victor, a Ana de pé. Sentados, os sobas escutam: o Anacleto, o Sr. Valentim e o cunhado do Manuel. Lá ao fundo as feras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-2061497661998265256?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-43371809729626610092007-03-11T07:48:00.000-07:002007-03-11T07:52:24.275-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQXDK3wgmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LzPoTvs8BiQ/s1600-h/encontros+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQXDK3wgmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LzPoTvs8BiQ/s320/encontros+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040679226159694434" border="0" /></a>O Anacleto que eu não conhecia e o nosso colega Danado, fortemente empenhado a destruir as entranhas do choco. Já tinham ido dois cavirossos...de tinto.<br />Aquilo é que foi pescar!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-4337180972962661009?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-20581743517340106172007-03-11T07:39:00.000-07:002007-03-11T07:48:49.559-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQVCK3wglI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0RsTuO3HyBM/s1600-h/encontros+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQVCK3wglI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0RsTuO3HyBM/s320/encontros+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040677009956569682" border="0" /></a><br />A Ana está espantada com a memória dos alunos e o Victor recorda o Luís Pais Pinto. Nos pratos já jaziam os alcorrazes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-2058174351734010617?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-55644552798585393502007-03-11T07:33:00.000-07:002007-03-11T07:39:37.493-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQTb63wgkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/19inRIcczpI/s1600-h/encontros+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQTb63wgkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/19inRIcczpI/s320/encontros+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040675253314945602" border="0" /></a><br />O Anacleto em combate com o choco frito, o Fernando Danado e o Sr. Valentim salivam.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-5564455279858539350?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-65764002491205119362007-03-11T07:25:00.000-07:002007-03-11T07:32:32.694-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQR263wgjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yhIgdQo3kMg/s1600-h/encontros+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0C1BxMYbeMo/RfQR263wgjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yhIgdQo3kMg/s320/encontros+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040673518148158002" border="0" /></a><br />"Victor, como te estava a dizer, o zequinha partia uns bois do caraças." Manuel Cabaço.<br /><br />Mais a trás, o Sr. Valentim conversa com o Danado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-6576400249120511936?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255664253716745637.post-89023284220449070752006-11-30T15:03:00.000-08:002007-03-11T06:16:52.676-07:00<div align="justify">Nome de filha de grandes do Luando, que dizem os antigos, desposou um chefe vindo do kubango de entre os Humbi, de sua graça, Vihe. Com o seu séquito, instalaram-se nas anharas do centro de Angola, dando origem ao Bié.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255664253716745637-8902328422044907075?l=kahanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Sá Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05462966212895091989noreply@blogger.com0