<?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-561387216521829308</id><updated>2012-02-13T22:46:55.733Z</updated><category term='bem visto'/><category term='Ora cá estemos....de novo'/><category term='zuttt...'/><category term='Seguidores'/><category term='Ora cá estemos....'/><category term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category term='De férias à chuva'/><category term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><category term='pá'/><category term='Porreiro'/><category term='De férias à noite'/><category term='Fotos Luisa'/><category term='Mamselle X'/><category term='F.Mouro'/><category term='Educação'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='...et puis'/><category term='pá.'/><category term='Politiquices'/><category term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><category term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category term='Foto Luisa'/><category term='As leituras proibidas'/><title type='text'>Quási de Nada</title><subtitle type='html'>« Já volta e já me cerca o tempo de lembrar.
  A vós eu sinto e vejo, e ouço-vos falar. »</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6900930082326916069</id><published>2012-02-13T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:46:55.763Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Pieguices (3) Un texto poético de Barceló para Tàpies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oX_pn7O_DhE/TzlkbiQfWvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zN-Q7Et3vEc/s1600/calcetin_Tapies_estrella_remodelada_Fundacion_artista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oX_pn7O_DhE/TzlkbiQfWvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zN-Q7Et3vEc/s320/calcetin_Tapies_estrella_remodelada_Fundacion_artista.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TÀPIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;El més gran mestre de la pintura del meu país: les tres coses, mestre, pintor i català, en grau màxim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un home sencer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;El peix més gran i més vermell de la tenassa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;**********&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;El mayor maestro de la pintura de mi país: las tres cosas, maestro, pintor y catalán, en grado máximo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un hombre de una pieza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;El pez más grande y más rojo del arrecife litoral&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O pintor Miguel Barceló despede-se assim de Tàpies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-6900930082326916069?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6900930082326916069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/pieguices-3-un-texto-poetico-de-barcelo_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6900930082326916069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6900930082326916069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/pieguices-3-un-texto-poetico-de-barcelo_13.html' title='Pieguices (3) Un texto poético de Barceló para Tàpies'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-oX_pn7O_DhE/TzlkbiQfWvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zN-Q7Et3vEc/s72-c/calcetin_Tapies_estrella_remodelada_Fundacion_artista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3241402676337835946</id><published>2012-02-12T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-12T14:15:24.603Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>Pieguices (2)</title><content type='html'>Ouvi-os ontem no Hot e gostei. E, se é que é importante, gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sBKQeS6Uqsw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Hot novo, fez-me ter saudades do velho, aquele que era numa cave e tinha colunas, lembram-se?&lt;br /&gt;E já agora, eu sei que catedral só há uma, mas &amp;nbsp;porque é que não fumam, conversam, ou vão fazer xixi &amp;nbsp;de uma vez por todas e se coíbem de passar&amp;nbsp;à frente de quem está a tocar ou ouvir?&lt;br /&gt;Ó tempora ó mores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3241402676337835946?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3241402676337835946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/pieguices-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3241402676337835946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3241402676337835946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/pieguices-2.html' title='Pieguices (2)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/sBKQeS6Uqsw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7135548665422587240</id><published>2012-02-10T11:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:40:05.437Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Pieguices (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quase&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln6krIqO8kw/TzVyN9RTCqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wPoEyiWOzoU/s1600/rothko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln6krIqO8kw/TzVyN9RTCqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wPoEyiWOzoU/s320/rothko.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...&lt;br /&gt;Assombro ou paz?&amp;nbsp; Em vão... Tudo esvaído&lt;br /&gt;Num grande mar enganador de espuma;&lt;br /&gt;E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,&lt;br /&gt;O grande sonho - ó dor! - quase vivido...&lt;br /&gt;Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,&lt;br /&gt;Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama...&lt;br /&gt;Entanto nada foi só ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou...&lt;br /&gt;- Ai a dor de ser - quase, dor sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Asa que se enlaçou mas não voou...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de alma que, desbaratei...&lt;br /&gt;Templos aonde nunca pus um altar...&lt;br /&gt;Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar...&lt;br /&gt;Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei...&lt;br /&gt;Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios...&lt;br /&gt;Ogivas para o sol - vejo-as cerradas;&lt;br /&gt;E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,&lt;br /&gt;Puseram grades sobre os precipícios...&lt;br /&gt;Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo encetei e nada possuí...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi...&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de sol - e fora brasa,&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de azul - e fora além.&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; M. Sá - Carneiro/Rothko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7135548665422587240?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7135548665422587240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/pieguices-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7135548665422587240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7135548665422587240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/pieguices-1.html' title='Pieguices (1)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-Ln6krIqO8kw/TzVyN9RTCqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wPoEyiWOzoU/s72-c/rothko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-4689080716656173278</id><published>2012-02-06T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:01:36.337Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....de novo'/><title type='text'>Wagner - Die Walküre: "The Ride of the Valkyries" (Boulez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1aKAH_t0aXA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-4689080716656173278?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4689080716656173278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/wagner-die-walkure-ride-of-valkyries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4689080716656173278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4689080716656173278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/wagner-die-walkure-ride-of-valkyries.html' title='Wagner - Die Walküre: &quot;The Ride of the Valkyries&quot; (Boulez)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/1aKAH_t0aXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-8336911929032074051</id><published>2012-02-05T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T15:43:22.896Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><title type='text'>Bessie Smith - St. Louis Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8Who6fTHJ34" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para recomeçar ( ai, as vezes que eu já disse isto)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-8336911929032074051?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8336911929032074051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/bessie-smith-st-louis-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8336911929032074051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8336911929032074051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/02/bessie-smith-st-louis-blues.html' title='Bessie Smith - St. Louis Blues'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/8Who6fTHJ34/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-5540030161278202385</id><published>2012-01-01T11:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:52:30.064Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....de novo'/><title type='text'>Bom ano 2012</title><content type='html'>Resoluções de Ano Novo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visitar mais vezes este blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lutar contra o&amp;nbsp;imperialismo&amp;nbsp;do Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;3. Escrever de acordo com o acordo &amp;nbsp;que a minha professora primária e minha tia ( a tia Nane) me ensinou.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;Propor à UNESCO que a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Humanidade&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;seja&amp;nbsp;elevada a Património Material &amp;nbsp;da Humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por agora, bom ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Iv2WaDZi7YQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5540030161278202385?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5540030161278202385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/01/bom-ano-2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5540030161278202385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5540030161278202385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2012/01/bom-ano-2012.html' title='Bom ano 2012'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/Iv2WaDZi7YQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-5781523734660532730</id><published>2011-12-20T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:53:19.213Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....de novo'/><title type='text'>Duane Michals</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WJ3SbheUuwk" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acredito no invisível. Não acredito no visível… . Para mim&amp;nbsp; a realidade reside na intuição e na imaginação, e na vozinha da minha cabeça que diz: “Isto é extraordinário?!”.&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/561387216521829308-5781523734660532730?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5781523734660532730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/12/duane-michals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5781523734660532730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5781523734660532730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/12/duane-michals.html' title='Duane Michals'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/WJ3SbheUuwk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-8081230701975478000</id><published>2011-11-23T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T19:30:27.139Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Paul Motian, o escultor do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7e5pmvYcYzY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Paul Motian sempre foi um dos grandes. Recordemo-lo como Monk indicou: ouvindo a sua música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-8081230701975478000?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogs.elpais.com/muro-de-sonido/2011/11/paul-motian-el-escultor-del-tiempo.html' title='Paul Motian, o escultor do tempo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8081230701975478000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/11/paul-motian-o-escultor-do-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8081230701975478000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8081230701975478000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/11/paul-motian-o-escultor-do-tempo.html' title='Paul Motian, o escultor do tempo'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/7e5pmvYcYzY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3434782070975363645</id><published>2011-10-21T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:56:51.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de....crise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THE RIGHT TO PHILOSOPHY&lt;br /&gt;Traces of the International College of Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um documentário deYuji Nishiyama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ps4VhUAhxSc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3434782070975363645?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3434782070975363645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/proposito-decrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3434782070975363645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3434782070975363645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/proposito-decrise.html' title='A propósito de....crise'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/Ps4VhUAhxSc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3966084787141344812</id><published>2011-10-17T18:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:08:07.784+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>A propósito de....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBcLVChByc4/TpxgMxdlwlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vPIZ_Gvlihg/s1600/Stig+Dagerman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBcLVChByc4/TpxgMxdlwlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vPIZ_Gvlihg/s320/Stig+Dagerman.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natureza de escravo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde quando é que se tornou digno de louvor o facto de alguém possuir uma natureza de escravo? Depois de todos os símbolos do poder terem desaparecido, já não tinhas qualquer razão para obedecer, mas continuaste a fazê-lo. Que força misteriosa te impelia a obedecer às ordens de pessoas tão desgraçadas como tu, tão nuas e miseráveis como tu? Eras demasiado cobarde para tentares fazer como os outros, para experimentares dizer uma vez que fosse ao capitão: vai buscar lenha, preciso de me aquecer à fogueira. Não, tinhas descoberto uma outra solução; enquanto estavas ainda saciado, calculavas friamente que chegaria a hora em que a tua fome seria maior do que a dos outros todos. E então pensavas: em breve ficarei faminto, tornar-me-ei selvagem e sem escrúpulos, revoltar-me-ei, não abertamente, mas de modo dissimulado, contra estes terroristas. Com a cabeça fria, fazias projectos sobre a maneira como utilizarias a tua embriaguez, e é isso que é desprezível. Para que serve o desejo de revolta se te recusas a revoltar-te quando estás saciado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stig Dagerman,&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;'A Ilha dos Condenados'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3966084787141344812?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3966084787141344812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/proposito-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3966084787141344812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3966084787141344812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/proposito-de.html' title='A propósito de....'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-IBcLVChByc4/TpxgMxdlwlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vPIZ_Gvlihg/s72-c/Stig+Dagerman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-1693154927962302563</id><published>2011-10-15T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:59:35.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vencedor em Cannes</title><content type='html'>Enviou-ma uma amiga, há minutos, esta curta vencedora em Cannes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dCAs_CyopMQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1693154927962302563?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1693154927962302563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/vencedor-em-cannes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1693154927962302563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1693154927962302563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/vencedor-em-cannes.html' title='Vencedor em Cannes'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/dCAs_CyopMQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-4803678293837132001</id><published>2011-10-10T22:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:00:25.914+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bem visto'/><title type='text'>What’s Wrong With the Nobel Prize in Literature by Tim Parks | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC6Ai-WfSW8/TpNqna30TaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Ie3yZ9z0VUY/s1600/Nobel_medal_dsc06171_png_190x630_q85.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC6Ai-WfSW8/TpNqna30TaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Ie3yZ9z0VUY/s1600/Nobel_medal_dsc06171_png_190x630_q85.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ora cá estemos, como diz o outro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-4803678293837132001?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2011/oct/06/why-nobel-prize-literature-silly/' title='What’s Wrong With the Nobel Prize in Literature by Tim Parks | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4803678293837132001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-wrong-with-nobel-prize-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4803678293837132001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4803678293837132001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-wrong-with-nobel-prize-in.html' title='What’s Wrong With the Nobel Prize in Literature by Tim Parks | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-KC6Ai-WfSW8/TpNqna30TaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Ie3yZ9z0VUY/s72-c/Nobel_medal_dsc06171_png_190x630_q85.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-458012423491197868</id><published>2011-10-07T20:15:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:20:51.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><title type='text'>Nobel da Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdgYyh6ppEA/To9RlbnkCBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X0WCpx99VE4/s1600/Nobel%2Bda%2BPaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660832960138709010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdgYyh6ppEA/To9RlbnkCBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X0WCpx99VE4/s320/Nobel%2Bda%2BPaz.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 208px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ora então, cá estemos outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas senhoras ganharam o prémio Nobel da Paz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamam-se &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ellen Johnson Sirleaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tawakkul Karman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; e &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leymah Gbowee &lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Por toda a parte, mas mesmo por toda a parte,  as mulheres  têm de lutar para que  a maioria dos seu direitos legais sejam encarados como direitos humanos. Por toda a parte, mas mesmo por toda a parte, reificam-nas, dão-lhe o  valor de uma mercadoria, vendem-nas, cortam-nas, aviltam-nas. Mas &lt;b&gt;elas&lt;/b&gt; resistem,  lutam, mobilizam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Venham os analistas referir que isto é um também é incentivo aos capacetes azuis que actuam na Libéria, que é uma forma de apoio à primavera árabe e outras quejandices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cá o Zé Primo é um básico  (diz a prima T 'reja que ele tem o direito de ser básico,ora essa!) . E &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;cá &lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;omo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;o  Zé não percebe estas subtilezas analíticas, só lhe ocorre verso de Aragon : «la femme est l' avenir de l'homme».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;E que dizer de um dos senhores enviados  por uma rádio de referência, para cobrir em directo o acontecimento,  que só conhecia a presidente da Libéria e das outras não sabia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;É! E o básico é o Zé?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/561387216521829308-458012423491197868?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/458012423491197868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/nobel-da-paz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/458012423491197868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/458012423491197868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/10/nobel-da-paz.html' title='Nobel da Paz'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/-MdgYyh6ppEA/To9RlbnkCBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X0WCpx99VE4/s72-c/Nobel%2Bda%2BPaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6207585321587706079</id><published>2011-09-25T15:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:32:40.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><title type='text'>Como diz que disse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff0b9yia1us/Tn85HsoW4DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aNchD-mlMoE/s1600/albert-einstein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff0b9yia1us/Tn85HsoW4DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aNchD-mlMoE/s200/albert-einstein.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A anarquia económica da sociedade capitalista como existe actualmente é, na minha opinião, a verdadeira origem do mal. Vemos perante nós uma enorme comunidade de produtores cujos membros lutam incessantemente para despojar os outros dos frutos do seu trabalho colectivo – não pela força, mas, em geral, em conformidade com as regras legalmente estabelecidas. A este respeito, é importante compreender que os meios de produção – ou seja, toda a capacidade produtiva que é necessária para produzir bens de consumo bem como bens de equipamento adicionais – podem ser legalmente, e na sua maior parte são, propriedade privada de indivíduos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffff80; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffff80; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Para simplificar, no debate que se segue, chamo “trabalhadores” a todos aqueles que não partilham a posse dos meios de produção – embora isto não corresponda exactamente à utilização habitual do termo. O detentor dos meios de produção está em posição de comprar a mão-de-obra. Ao utilizar os meios de produção, o trabalhador produz novos bens que se tornam propriedade do capitalista. A questão essencial deste processo é a relação entre o que o trabalhador produz e o que recebe, ambos medidos em termos de valor real. Na medida em que o contrato de trabalho é “livre”, o que o trabalhador recebe é determinado não pelo valor real dos bens que produz, mas pelas suas necessidades mínimas e pelas exigências dos capitalistas para a mão-de-obra em relação ao número de trabalhadores que concorrem aos empregos. É importante compreender que, mesmo em teoria, o pagamento do trabalhador não é determinado pelo valor do seu produto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O capital privado tende a concentrar-se em poucas mãos, em parte por causa da concorrência entre os capitalistas e em parte porque o desenvolvimento tecnológico e a crescente divisão do trabalho encorajam a formação de unidades de produção maiores à custa de outras mais pequenas. O resultado destes desenvolvimentos é uma oligarquia de capital privado cujo enorme poder não pode ser eficazmente controlado mesmo por uma sociedade política democraticamente organizada. Isto é verdade, uma vez que os membros dos órgãos legislativos são escolhidos pelos partidos políticos, largamente financiados ou influenciados pelos capitalistas privados que, para todos os efeitos práticos, separam o eleitorado da legislatura. A consequência é que os representantes do povo não protegem suficientemente os interesses das secções sub-privilegidas da população. Além disso, nas condições existentes, os capitalistas privados controlam inevitavelmente, directa ou indirectamente, as principais fontes de informação (imprensa, rádio, educação). É assim extremamente difícil e mesmo, na maior parte dos casos, completamente impossível, para o cidadão individual, chegar a conclusões objectivas e utilizar inteligentemente os seus direitos políticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-pagination: none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Albert Einstein, &lt;i&gt;Porquê o Socialismo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffff80; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Einstein escreveu este trabalho especialmente para o lançamento da&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Monthly Review&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;, cujo primeiro número foi publicado em Maio de 1949.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tradução de Anabela Magalhães.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffff80; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O original deste artigo encontra-se em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.monthlyreview.org/598einst.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.monthlyreview.org/598einst.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;Este artigo encontra-se em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://resistir.info/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://resistir.info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/561387216521829308-6207585321587706079?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6207585321587706079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-diz-que-disse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6207585321587706079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6207585321587706079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-diz-que-disse.html' title='Como diz que disse?'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-Ff0b9yia1us/Tn85HsoW4DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aNchD-mlMoE/s72-c/albert-einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-877764138508549949</id><published>2011-09-24T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:25:46.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjDYctESiko/Tn3aIb60sKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PFiCpk9BX_Q/s1600/albertojoaojardim.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjDYctESiko/Tn3aIb60sKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PFiCpk9BX_Q/s320/albertojoaojardim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655916545515499682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/inicio/Politica/Interior.aspx?content_id=29251#Comment"&gt;'Se Portugal e Madeira são dois países, dêem-nos a independência' - Política - Sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Apoiado!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Nós ficamos com a independência.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Ele fica com o buraco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-877764138508549949?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/877764138508549949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-portugal-e-madeira-sao-dois-paises.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/877764138508549949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/877764138508549949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-portugal-e-madeira-sao-dois-paises.html' title=''/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/-LjDYctESiko/Tn3aIb60sKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PFiCpk9BX_Q/s72-c/albertojoaojardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7270907855391860323</id><published>2011-09-20T21:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:56:55.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nocturno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgdfzG-1OSo/Tnj9_x6kDmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KA134BdCoSM/s1600/display_692538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDV9KXlWgxs/TneJFKt2B6I/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0rppo_Z0Mc/s1600/Antero_de_Quental.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDV9KXlWgxs/TneJFKt2B6I/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0rppo_Z0Mc/s320/Antero_de_Quental.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nocturno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff6e5; color: #464545; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Espírito que passas, quando o vento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff6e5; color: #464545; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adormece no mar e surge a lua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Filho esquivo da noite que fluctua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tu só entendes bem o meu tormento...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Como um canto longínquo - triste e lento-&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Que voga e subtilmente se insinua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Sobre o meu coração, que tumultua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tu vertes pouco a pouco o esquecimento...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A ti confio o sonho em que me leva&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Um instincto de luz, rompendo a treva,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Buscando, entre visões, o eterno Bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;E tu entendes o meu mal sem nome,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A febre de Ideal, que me consome,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tu só, Génio da noite, e mais ninguem!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohyWeJrM_Fo/TneJHAGr4II/AAAAAAAAATk/SWPLPQeuS1Y/s1600/autor_jp_oliveira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohyWeJrM_Fo/TneJHAGr4II/AAAAAAAAATk/SWPLPQeuS1Y/s200/autor_jp_oliveira.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px;"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;(...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;E&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;para nada faltar a este mystico, anachronicamente perdido no meio do borborinho de um seculo activo até á &amp;nbsp;demencia, tem tambem uma fé ardente - uma fé buddhista. Sómente o seu Deus, Deus sem vontade , sem intelligencia e sem consciencia,é, para nós outros,a quem são vedados os mysterios da metaphisica buddista, igual a cousa nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Este homem, fundamentalmente bom, se tivesse vivido no seculo vi ou no seculo xIII , seria um companheiro de S. Bento ou de S. Francisco de Assis. No seculo xIx é um excentrico, mas d'esse feitio de excentricidade que é indispensavel, porque a todos os tempos foram indispensaveis os herejes, a que hoje se chama dissidentes. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oliveira Martins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sonetos de Anthero de Quental - &lt;/i&gt;Os sonetos completos de Anthero de Quental&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;prefaciados por J.P. Oliveira Martin&lt;i&gt;s,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Terceira Edição,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Companhia Portugueza Editora, Porto 1918&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464545; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/561387216521829308-1928376764762907934?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1928376764762907934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-livros-da-estante-velha-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1928376764762907934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1928376764762907934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-livros-da-estante-velha-5.html' title='Os livros da estante velha (5)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-bDV9KXlWgxs/TneJFKt2B6I/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0rppo_Z0Mc/s72-c/Antero_de_Quental.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3354853504853111184</id><published>2011-09-12T13:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:21:41.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Os livros da estante velha (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBIV6eLwzfs/Tm3vAHFvJiI/AAAAAAAAATU/IC1rvZ_PIpI/s1600/silva+tavares.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBIV6eLwzfs/Tm3vAHFvJiI/AAAAAAAAATU/IC1rvZ_PIpI/s320/silva+tavares.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gora, é&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;no lugar do&amp;nbsp;peixe&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a cena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala a peixeira, rúbida, morena:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- « Dê só mais cinco escudos!»&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - « Nem mais nada!»&lt;br /&gt;- volve a freguesa com vigor serenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - « Ai não? pois leve a pescada.....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Que lhe sirva de veneno!»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- « A mim?! - torna sorridente&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; a criadita: - Ilusões!.....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lá em casa, infelizmente,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;disso não é p´ra o meu dente:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- se matar, mata os patrões!....«&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silva Tavares,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Calendário de Lisboa&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;Livraria Popular Francisco Franco, Lisboa, 1948, ilustrações de Nuno San Payo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVHj3FkRhSs/Tm32hBtwP-I/AAAAAAAAATc/u62dfk5BXpg/s1600/Mar%25C3%25A7obr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVHj3FkRhSs/Tm32hBtwP-I/AAAAAAAAATc/u62dfk5BXpg/s320/Mar%25C3%25A7obr.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Março&lt;/i&gt;, p. 42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3354853504853111184?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3354853504853111184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-livros-da-estante-velha-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3354853504853111184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3354853504853111184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-livros-da-estante-velha-4.html' title='Os livros da estante velha (4)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-DBIV6eLwzfs/Tm3vAHFvJiI/AAAAAAAAATU/IC1rvZ_PIpI/s72-c/silva+tavares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-851747141616658079</id><published>2011-09-10T21:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:04:07.398+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><title type='text'>Para acabar de vez com a conversa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP5pxRWXYIc/TmvOuBGfJcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qkh11ejVnhg/s1600/6614bola.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP5pxRWXYIc/TmvOuBGfJcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qkh11ejVnhg/s320/6614bola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650837447431366082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando Deus nosso Senhor criou o homem disse: « eh pá ,este é um bocado assim a modos que para o básico! Posso fazer melhor».&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai daí , criou a mulher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo bem, obra acabada e quase perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem discute? Eu não .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, se hoje há o Manchester, o Chelsea, o Barcelona , o  Real Madrid, o Benfica, o Sporting e o Atlético de Madrid, não se importam de ir ostentar a vossa superioridade para outro lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É que aqui o básico agradece....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-851747141616658079?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/851747141616658079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-acabar-de-vez-com-conversa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/851747141616658079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/851747141616658079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-acabar-de-vez-com-conversa.html' title='Para acabar de vez com a conversa....'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/-AP5pxRWXYIc/TmvOuBGfJcI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qkh11ejVnhg/s72-c/6614bola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6081965185951262177</id><published>2011-09-07T20:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:55:57.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Os livros da estante velha (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yayYzwvE5O4/TmfCbWMqFsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TBonNhSLqtw/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9+laurie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yayYzwvE5O4/TmfCbWMqFsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TBonNhSLqtw/s1600/Andr%25C3%25A9+laurie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« Assim, pelo simples esforço d'um trabalho regular, quotidiano e bem disciplinado, esses quatrocentos homens tinham, em menos de dez meses, conseguido reparar a perda da fragata e construir outra completa , sem falar das culturas e das construções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Exemplo memoravel do poder das forças humanas quando methodicamente dirigidas para um fim util e para as artes pacíficas, em logar de, em grande parte ser dispendida em esforços improductivos ou mesmo em esforços destructivos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vendo o que podera fazer, em menos d'um anno, esse quarto de regimento francez, se todos os exercitos permanentes trabalhassem para o bem estar commum, ter-se-hia decerto o direito de, com Gloaguen, pensar intimamernte_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- O' genero humano, de que serias capaz se todos os exercitos permanentes trabalhassem para o bem estar commum, em vez de se prepararem para a carnificina mutua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, infelizmente, como todas as verdades evidentes &amp;nbsp;que se tornam banaes, aquella, sem duvida, durante longo tempo não entrará na ordem dos factos consumados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Havera exercitos permanentes enquanto existirem povos de rapina ao lado de povos laboriosos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Poucos dias depois de descobertos, os restos de Robinson Crusoe, piedosamente amortalhados pelos cuidados de seus netos, foram depositados n'um tumulo cavado por Khasji no meio da gruta. Foi erguido um mausoleu muito simples com este epitaphio: &amp;nbsp;Aqui jaz ROBINSON CRUSOE, o primeiro habitante d'esta ilha...»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;André Laurie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;O herdeiro de Robinson&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;, Lisboa , Bibliotheca de Traducções, s/d (ed&amp;nbsp;original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;'héritier de Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,Paris, Hetzel, 1883)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ean-François Paschal Grousset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;, &amp;nbsp;nasceu em 1844, faleceu em Paris em 1909, usou os pseudónimos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Docteur Flavius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;André Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Philippe Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Léopold Virey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tiburce Moray;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;foi jornalista, político e escritor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;chegando a escrever &amp;nbsp;uma obra com Julio Verne. Participou na Comuna de Paris e foi deputado na Terceira Republica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A edição portuguesa, sem data, custava menos de 200&amp;nbsp;réis&amp;nbsp;pois não tinha ilustrações e, pelas minhas contas, deve ter sido anterior a qualquer acordo ortográfico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/561387216521829308-6081965185951262177?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6081965185951262177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-livros-da-estante-velha-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6081965185951262177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6081965185951262177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-livros-da-estante-velha-3.html' title='Os livros da estante velha (3)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-yayYzwvE5O4/TmfCbWMqFsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TBonNhSLqtw/s72-c/Andr%25C3%25A9+laurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-2222656450259954111</id><published>2011-08-09T01:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:01:49.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De férias à noite'/><title type='text'>Os livros da estante velha (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25Hn4RMdih8/TkB1hgvwxWI/AAAAAAAAATE/SJP0hsPix1s/s1600/DongoMussulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25Hn4RMdih8/TkB1hgvwxWI/AAAAAAAAATE/SJP0hsPix1s/s320/DongoMussulo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;DONGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andou no mar - morreu no mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi árvore, deu sumaúma&lt;br /&gt;a um leito de rainha&lt;br /&gt;que na Europa reinou...&lt;br /&gt;Foi sombra de caminhante&lt;br /&gt;que junto de si descansou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Depois deixou na terra&lt;br /&gt;as suas próprias raízes,&lt;br /&gt;- e foi ao mar buscar pão&lt;br /&gt;para muitos infelizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dongo foi mafumeira&lt;br /&gt;lá nos longes da paisagem&lt;br /&gt;da terra triste, queimada&lt;br /&gt;pelo sol de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;e muita lágrima chorada&lt;br /&gt;pelo povo, toda a vida,&lt;br /&gt;na terra triste, queimada,&lt;br /&gt;na terra amargurada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dongo foi mafumeira&lt;br /&gt;deu sombra ao homem&lt;br /&gt;e lume, na sua dor...&lt;br /&gt;E sepultura no mar ao pescador!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;TOMAZ VIEIRA DA CRUZ ,in "Cazumbi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eram os anos sessenta, e lia-se na selecta literária do 1º ano do Liceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-2222656450259954111?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2222656450259954111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-da-estante-velha-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2222656450259954111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2222656450259954111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-da-estante-velha-2.html' title='Os livros da estante velha (2)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-25Hn4RMdih8/TkB1hgvwxWI/AAAAAAAAATE/SJP0hsPix1s/s72-c/DongoMussulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-1920689104447502524</id><published>2011-08-07T11:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:38:24.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De férias à chuva'/><title type='text'>Os livros da estante velha (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLmpdeKHcic/Tj5e4N5OneI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YYhy7m9TRIg/s1600/Cecil+Taylor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLmpdeKHcic/Tj5e4N5OneI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YYhy7m9TRIg/s200/Cecil+Taylor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« Referindo-se à sublevação negra &amp;nbsp;de Harlem, Marcuse considera-a &amp;nbsp;uma rebelião de escravos, e, por isso muito mais perigosa para uma sociedade capaz de&amp;nbsp;presentemente&amp;nbsp;conter e derrotar qualquer revolução. "Os escravos - diz Marcuse - são inúmeros e&amp;nbsp;estão&amp;nbsp;em toda a América e nada têm que perder senão as suas cadeias."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) Dois impulsos psicológicos catapultam a música de Cecil Taylor:&amp;nbsp;violência&amp;nbsp;e ambição - tidas ambas como forças legitimas de autodefesa. Num concerto de Cecil Taylor esteve presente Herbert Marcuse que no fim se levantou e dirigiu-se a&amp;nbsp;abraçar&amp;nbsp;o pianista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) &amp;nbsp;A noção que Taylor tem do "jazz" é bem definida : o "jazz" é uma forma de libertar as forças dessublimadas da&amp;nbsp;libido, um meio do&amp;nbsp;indivíduo&amp;nbsp;se despojar das restrições&amp;nbsp;gestuais&amp;nbsp;quotidianas, uma finalidade lúcida de exprimir um desejo de comunicação erótica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) Em Cecil &amp;nbsp;Taylor importa estar expectante, atento, ágil .»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Jorge Lima Barreto,&lt;i&gt; A grande Música Negra&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;Edições Rés, 1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eram os anos 70 e assim se escrevia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1920689104447502524?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1920689104447502524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/08/os-livros-da-estante-velha-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1920689104447502524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1920689104447502524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/08/os-livros-da-estante-velha-1.html' title='Os livros da estante velha (1)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-nLmpdeKHcic/Tj5e4N5OneI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YYhy7m9TRIg/s72-c/Cecil+Taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-1937686206208461127</id><published>2011-07-05T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:06:08.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cy Twombly : para memória futura</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.01em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Les belles saisons de Cy Twombly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="author" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="subtitle" style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://q.liberation.fr/photo/304430/?modified_at=1309895544&amp;amp;width=460" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="legende" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;Deux personnes installent une toile de Cy Twombly, au musée d'art moderne de Munich, en mai 2009. -&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;REUTERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear m-bot-s2" style="clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="object-content" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;«U&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;n coup de dés jamais n'abolira le hasard.»&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;L'accident qu'invoque le poème mallarméen pourrait définir l'art de Cy Twombly. Toiles claires maculées de taches, fourmillantes de graffitis et de biffures, traversées par des écritures éjaculatoires. Plus qu'à des tableaux, on a le sentiment d'être face à des poèmes. C'est que la poésie n'a cessé de nourrir l'oeuvre de l'artiste, né en Virginie en&amp;nbsp;1928, et vivant à Rome depuis le début des années&amp;nbsp;60. Les&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Poems to the Sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(1959) et&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hérodiade&lt;/em&gt;(1960) s'inspirent de Mallarmé,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Duino&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1967) fait allusion à Rilke et à ses élégies, sa sculpture,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sans titre&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2002), tel un tombeau dédié&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;«à Alvaro de Campos»&lt;/em&gt;, un des hétéronymes de Pessoa, est un hommage au poète portugais. Chez Twombly, on l'aura compris, les références pullulent. S&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ay Goodbye Catullus to The Shores of Asia Minor&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(«Catulle, dis adieu aux rivages d'Asie mineure») vient d'un épisode relaté par Robert Burton dans son&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Anatomie de la mélancolie&lt;/em&gt;, où le poète latin se rend dans la marche orientale de l'empire pour y voir mourir son frère ;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;School of Athens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;renvoie au chef-d'oeuvre éponyme de Raphaël,&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Empire of Flora&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;à celui de Poussin. Cy Twombly, c'est le peintre «intello», l'abstrait bon ton, le chouchou des littéraires - Barthes a écrit sur lui, Sollers aussi, c'est dire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Virtuosité&lt;/strong&gt;. A l'occasion de ses 80&amp;nbsp;ans, la Tate Modern de Londres célèbre le maître américain à travers une grande rétrospective : «Cycles and Seasons» («Cycles et saisons»). L'exposition londonienne sort Cy Twombly d'un expressionnisme abstrait abscons et le tire vers une abstraction plus sensualiste. Chronologique mais sans chercher à être exhaustive, elle nous montre un cheminement très cohérent, des premières toiles à la mine de plomb et aux pastels gras des années&amp;nbsp;60 aux récents&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Bacchus,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;grands formats à l'acrylique - environ 3 m&amp;nbsp;x 4,5 m - en passant par le lyrique&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Wilder Shores of Love&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Nini's Paintings,&lt;/em&gt;pudiques grisailles à la mémoire de la femme de Plinio de Martiis, son premier galeriste italien. «Cycles and Seasons» est formidablement bien monté, dans le sens du bon montage au cinéma. On y admire la chaude viscosité de la série&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Ferragosto,&lt;/em&gt;peinte à l'huile, ou encore ce&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Tableau en neuf parties,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;tel un écho monochrome et vert émeraude des&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Nymphéas&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;de Monet. Et bien sûr, exceptionnellement côte à côte, les deux versions des&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Quattro Staggioni&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;(«Les Quatre saisons»), de la Tate et du MoMa de New York. Les commissaires - Nicholas Serota, le directeur de la Tate, et Nicholas Cullinan - ne donnent à voir que la&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;maestria&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;de Twombly, son extraordinaire virtuosité, en évitant, avec art, toute sa&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;maniera,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;ce maniérisme qui consiste à s'imiter soi-même. Car en plus d'un demi-siècle de carrière, Cy Twombly n'évolue guère, si ce n'est avec cette élégance qui le caractérise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Exilé&lt;/strong&gt;. Après des études à New York où il rencontre Rauschenberg, Cy Twombly suit des cours au fameux Black Mountain College, îlot libéral dans l'Amérique maccarthyste, où il reçoit l'enseignement de Franz Kline et de Motherwell (c'est Motherwell qui lui instille le goût de l'écriture automatique). On est dans le contexte de l'expressionnisme abstrait mais ce n'est pas vers cette voie-là que se tournera Twombly. On le sent plus attiré par l'inquiétude intime d'un Arshile Gorky que le lyrisme gros bras d'un Pollock. C'est après un voyage en Europe et en Afrique du Nord, avec son ami Rauschenberg, que Twombly commencera à tourner le dos à l'autre rive de l'Atlantique. Il ne semble pas concerné par un art qui comblerait&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;«l'écart entre l'art et la vie»,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;ni non plus par les nouvelles mythologies que forgera bientôt le pop art. Cy Twombly donne l'impression de s'être exilé (de fait, dans le Vieux monde), trouvant sa consolation dans la sagesse des classiques et la beauté de la nature. Avec au fond, plus de classicisme que de folie. Et à la fin de l'expo, on se dit, Twombly ce n'est pas Mallarmé, c'est Paul Valéry. Un talent très maîtrisé plutôt que le vertige du génie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;ROSE SEAN JAMES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e2e2e; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;a href="http://next.liberation.fr/culture/010187780-les-belles-saisons-de-cy-twombly"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://next.liberation.fr/culture/010187780-les-belles-saisons-de-cy-twombly" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;tp://next.liberation.fr/culture/010187780-les-belles-saisons-de-cy-twombly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1937686206208461127?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1937686206208461127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/07/cy-twombly-para-memoria-futura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1937686206208461127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1937686206208461127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/07/cy-twombly-para-memoria-futura.html' title='Cy Twombly : para memória futura'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-8183804149216327419</id><published>2011-06-26T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:55:08.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento sul (2)</title><content type='html'>um outro vento, diz a&amp;nbsp;Luísa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0IbHFUc6M4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0IbHFUc6M4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais mundos, dizia o Régio. 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Faz febre, esfarela os ossos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b90000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;E atira aos desesperados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b90000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;A corda com que se enforcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b90000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Na trave de algum desvão...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;(….)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 2.25pt; padding-right: 2.25pt; padding-top: 0cm; text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 16.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;e ao vento que anda, desanda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b90000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-element-frame-hspace: 2.25pt; mso-element-left: right; mso-element-top: .15pt; mso-element-wrap: around; mso-element: frame; mso-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;E sarabanda, e ciranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b90000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-element-frame-hspace: 2.25pt; mso-element-left: right; mso-element-top: .15pt; mso-element-wrap: around; mso-element: frame; mso-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: right;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Derredor da minha casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;(....)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;José Régio, Toada de Portalegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="right" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" style="text-align: -webkit-left;" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 2.25pt; padding-right: 2.25pt; padding-top: 0cm;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; mso-element-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-element-frame-hspace: 2.25pt; mso-element-left: right; mso-element-top: .15pt; mso-element-wrap: around; mso-element: frame; mso-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; mso-element-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-element-frame-hspace: 2.25pt; mso-element-left: right; mso-element-top: .15pt; mso-element-wrap: around; mso-element: frame; mso-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-2095613723826944794?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2095613723826944794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/em-manha-de-vento-sul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2095613723826944794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2095613723826944794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/em-manha-de-vento-sul.html' title='Em manhã de vento sul'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7307029002857523986</id><published>2011-06-20T22:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:53:42.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Esta agora....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgdCInm9u2Q?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgdCInm9u2Q?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Exit Through the Gift Shop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; por &amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Banksy - Pinta a Parede!" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Francamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7307029002857523986?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7307029002857523986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-agora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7307029002857523986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7307029002857523986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-agora.html' title='Esta agora....'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-4770762199482854509</id><published>2011-06-12T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:49:36.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNNI7knvh8o?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNNI7knvh8o?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Joris Ivens (1898-1989):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Chuva (1929) documentario com musica de Hanns Eisler (1898-1962).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-4770762199482854509?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4770762199482854509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/chuva.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4770762199482854509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4770762199482854509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3075467212638606901</id><published>2011-06-07T22:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:39:56.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Jorge Semprum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCbx6l-NJAk/Te6YHRMRAvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZOeVsBTWM9w/s1600/Jorge+Semprun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCbx6l-NJAk/Te6YHRMRAvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZOeVsBTWM9w/s200/Jorge+Semprun.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;«........INTERVIEWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear that you have not succeeded in depicting absolute evil in your work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRÚN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have helped people see that it is a fundamental theme of our era. But I have not been able to articulate it in my novels. At least not yet, and I don’t know that I ever will. Perhaps in bursts, in the corners of some of my anecdotes, my adventures, my tales. Man’s liberty resides in his freedom to do good as well as evil. In the camps, which quite literally collected and concentrated souls, it was all the more striking. I saw men who would turn a comrade in to the SS just to obtain a few supplementary morsels of bread and live a few days longer. But I also saw men who shared their bread with a comrade, even though that meant they would lose days of their own lives. I prefer speaking of the man who shares his bread, but we can also speak of the others. And we can speak about how men of higher social rank were capable of committing horrendous acts in order to survive, while at times men of modest origins were capable of heroic acts of self-sacrifice.  The privileges of class and education were thoroughly shattered in the face of the conditions at the camps. And humanity lay revealed, completely bare, terrifying, eerily beautiful....»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The Paris Review&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Jorge Semprún, The Art of Fiction No. 192&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Interviewed by Lila Azam Zanganeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Jorge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Semprún, &amp;nbsp;falecido hoje em Paris aos &amp;nbsp;87 anos, habitou &amp;nbsp;a sua obra literária &amp;nbsp;com fragmentos da memória &amp;nbsp;de uma vida que a barbárie dos tempos modernos marcou profundamente.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3075467212638606901?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3075467212638606901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/06/jorge-semprum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3075467212638606901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Vivement Godard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6lEnmUwG14?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6lEnmUwG14?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Karina à conversa com o filósofo Brice Parain que ,em 1965, voltamos a encontrar num 'Entretien sur Pascal', d'Éric Rohmer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1867790916595468237?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7354940429945054</id><published>2011-05-28T23:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:11:17.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Requiem for 3 cellos and piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFmhxJNGM9o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFmhxJNGM9o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johann Sebastian Paetsch, Yuko Miyagawa, Laurentiu Sbarcea e Martti Rautio tocam o Requiem Opus 66 de  David Popper para 3 violoncelos e piano. &lt;br /&gt;Rauma Music Festival, Finlândia, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tocado há pouco, no S. Carlos pela OSP, como "encore" ao concerto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7354940429945054?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7354940429945054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/requiem-for-3-cellos-and-piano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7354940429945054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7354940429945054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/requiem-for-3-cellos-and-piano.html' title='Requiem for 3 cellos and piano'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-7418487365577690958</id><published>2011-05-27T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:10:36.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upsF0jpz4kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upsF0jpz4kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7418487365577690958?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7418487365577690958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/volver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7418487365577690958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7418487365577690958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/volver.html' title='Volver'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-8017463624984482211</id><published>2011-05-26T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:03:04.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><title type='text'>A Country Without Libraries (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE9Y0a0q7zY/Td7NC2tm0jI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1tzOc4ahahM/s1600/hartland-library_jpg_470x487_q85+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE9Y0a0q7zY/Td7NC2tm0jI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1tzOc4ahahM/s200/hartland-library_jpg_470x487_q85+%25282%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hartland Four Corners, Vermont, 1994. Robert Dawson’s photos of libraries are currently on view in the exhibition&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Public Library: An American Commons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfpl.org/index.php?pg=1006175801" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #990101; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;San Francisco Public Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-style: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;—Groucho Marx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-style: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;h&lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/"&gt;ttp://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-8017463624984482211?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8017463624984482211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/country-without-libraries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8017463624984482211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8017463624984482211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/country-without-libraries.html' title='A Country Without Libraries (?)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-yE9Y0a0q7zY/Td7NC2tm0jI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1tzOc4ahahM/s72-c/hartland-library_jpg_470x487_q85+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-240553268751301442</id><published>2011-05-26T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:42:17.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>Yes we camp: as tendas continuam de pé no Rossio para dar voz a todos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EG90oOufEEI/Td7IsPPr1hI/AAAAAAAAASw/gyKDjaW1X7Y/s1600/341858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EG90oOufEEI/Td7IsPPr1hI/AAAAAAAAASw/gyKDjaW1X7Y/s200/341858.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;«.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;O dia está cinzento e a chuva em nada convida a grandes ajuntamentos ao ar livre. As pessoas passam apressadas no Rossio. Escondem-se debaixo de ombreiras. Tapam o cabelo com um saco improvisado. Compram um chapéu-de-chuva barato, de última hora. Tentam não enfiar as sandálias abertas em grandes poças. Mas, mesmo assim, não resistem a uma paragem junto à estátua de D. Pedro IV. Os que vêm equipados com uma máquina, sobretudo os turistas, tentam uma fotografia. E mais outra. É impossível não reparar nas tendas, mesas, sofás e centenas de cartazes ali colocados. Há quem critique. Os mais curiosos aproveitam para falar com os 30 ou 40 jovens que estão aqui a passar o dia e a explicar a quem quiser o que os motiva e o que os faz resistir, até ao mau tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Durante o dia as conversas são mais informais e limpa-se o local com vinagre, cujo odor penetra o mais fundo que pode nas vias respiratórias de quem ali está. Há tempo para uma aula de yoga ao ar livre e para uma bancada com comida para todos os que quiserem repor energias. Partilha-se sopa, arroz, fruta, leite... o que houver. Umas coisas são trazidas pelos que aqui estão concentrados. “Mas também há pessoas solidárias que nos têm oferecido coisas”, conta. O momento alto do dia acontece às 19h00 quando se juntam umas 300 pessoas. É a esta hora que se cria uma reminiscência da polis grega e é então feita uma assembleia pública onde todos são convidados a intervir, a dar ideias, a denunciar problemas actuais. Ou simplesmente a contarem a sua história, em jeito de catarse colectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro, estudante de Educação Social, acredita que é possível mudar o sistema político e a actual sociedade. “Não esperes pela mudança. Fá-la”, diz um cartaz. Mas Pedro condena quem critica o actual estado do país e na hora de dar o seu contributo fica em casa. Por isso, nas legislativas no próximo dia 5 de Junho vai às urnas. “Não votar é desistir. Independentemente destas acções é importante traduzirmos a nossa vontade pessoal.” Mas porque a ideia é este protesto ser um espaço livre, também foram colocados cartazes daqueles que já não acreditam no escrutínio eleitoral. “Se votar mudasse algo seria proibido”, lê-se numa das faixas. Em contraponto, outra lembra que “uma utopia é uma possibilidade que pode efectivar-se no momento em que forem removidas as circunstâncias provisórias que obstam à sua realização”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto à zona da comida está Ana, 29 anos e irmã de Pedro. Apesar da licenciatura, nunca conseguiu trabalhar na sua área: Literatura. Há anos que não conhece outra coisa que um call-center. Mas até isso lhe fugiu e agora está desempregada. “Estou aqui porque acho importante discutirmos e redefinirmos a palavra democracia. O Estado deixou de ser das pessoas. Agora é uma mera entidade externa que gere a vida das pessoas mesmo contra a sua vontade”, defende, sublinhando que fala em nome próprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sobre o balanço de uma semana de acampamento, acredita que está a surtir o seu efeito e garante que recebem milhares de emails todos os dias, muitos com propostas de temas a serem discutidos na assembleia das 19h00 ou nos grupos de trabalho que entretanto criaram para conseguirem uma melhor organização. O protesto tem mesmo um&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://acampadalisboa.wordpress.com/" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #446786; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;blogue&lt;/a&gt;, à semelhança do que acontece com os outros acampamentos que se têm realizado em cidades de todo o mundo.Questionados sobre até quando vão acampar ali, Pedro e Ana garantem que é um protesto sem data e sem fim. “Ficamos enquanto as coisas não mudarem, mas também gostaríamos de descentralizar e que as pessoas fossem agindo nas zonas onde moram.” Até porque há um pequeno conflito de interesses: as festas de Lisboa vão arrancar e a comissão também quer fazer algumas instalações na zona da estátua. E Pedro dispensa barracas de cerveja que “desvirtuem a concentração e dêem a ideia que isto é só uma festa"......»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Público, 26.05.2011 - 17:55 Por Romana Borja-Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Sociedade/yes-we-camp-as-tendas-continuam-de-pe-no-rossio-para-dar-voz-a-todos_1496112?p=2"&gt;http://www.publico.pt/Sociedade/yes-we-camp-as-tendas-continuam-de-pe-no-rossio-para-dar-voz-a-todos_1496112?p=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-240553268751301442?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/240553268751301442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-we-camp-as-tendas-continuam-de-pe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/240553268751301442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/240553268751301442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-we-camp-as-tendas-continuam-de-pe.html' title='Yes we camp: as tendas continuam de pé no Rossio para dar voz a todos.'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-EG90oOufEEI/Td7IsPPr1hI/AAAAAAAAASw/gyKDjaW1X7Y/s72-c/341858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-2585213251804887623</id><published>2011-05-24T21:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:17:24.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Fala também tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNZdiJdo9MM/TdwSFERaMYI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZCVBAtAsRGQ/s1600/redcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNZdiJdo9MM/TdwSFERaMYI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZCVBAtAsRGQ/s200/redcollage.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fala também tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;fala em último lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;diz a tua frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fala —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Mas não separes o Não do Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dá à tua frase igualmente o sentido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;dá-lhe a sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dá-lhe sombra bastante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;dá-lhe tanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;quanta exista à tua volta repartida entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;a meia-noite e o meio-dia e a meia-noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Olha em redor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;como tudo revive à tua volta! —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Pela morte! Revive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fala verdade quem diz sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Mas agora reduz o lugar onde te encontras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Para onde agora, oh despido de sombra, para onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sobe. Tacteia no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tornas-te cada vez mais delgado, irreconhecível, subtil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Mais subtil: um fio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;por onde a estrela quer descer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;para em baixo nadar, em baixo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;onde pode ver-se a cintilar: na ondulação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;das palavras errantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Paul Celan, "De Limiar em Limiar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-2585213251804887623?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2585213251804887623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/fala-tambem-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2585213251804887623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2585213251804887623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/fala-tambem-tu.html' title='Fala também tu'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-aNZdiJdo9MM/TdwSFERaMYI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZCVBAtAsRGQ/s72-c/redcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-4334495593809257598</id><published>2011-05-22T13:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:54:08.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Es mejor arriesgar y perder que perder por no haber arriesgado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LVrCB5nISQ/TdkFNISlDII/AAAAAAAAASk/4xDW96VLOP0/s1600/sol3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LVrCB5nISQ/TdkFNISlDII/AAAAAAAAASk/4xDW96VLOP0/s320/sol3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;¿Quiénes somos?: Somos personas que hemos venido libre y voluntariamente, que después de la manifestación decidimos reunirnos para seguir reivindicando la dignidad y la conciencia política y social. No representamos a ningún partido ni asociación. Nos une una vocación de cambio. Estamos aquí por dignidad y por solidaridad con los que no pueden estar aquí".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"¿Por qué estamos aquí? Estamos aquí porque queremos una sociedad nueva que dé prioridad a la vida por encima de los intereses económicos y políticos. Abogamos por un cambio en la sociedad y en la conciencia social. Demostrar que la sociedad no se ha dormido y que seguiremos luchando por lo que nos merecemos mediante la vía pacífica. Apoyamos a los compañer@s que detuvieron tras la manifestación, y pedimos su puesta en libertad sin cargos. Lo queremos todo, lo queremos ahora, si estás de acuerdo con nosotros: ¡ÚNETE! Es mejor arriesgar y perder que perder por no haber arriesgado".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;El Pais,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://politica.elpais.com/politica/2011/05/21/actualidad/1305999838_462379.html"&gt;http://politica.elpais.com/politica/2011/05/21/actualidad/1305999838_462379.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYifudxCRRI/TdkFllVl9RI/AAAAAAAAASo/3OpbpwTlNH0/s1600/sol4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HYifudxCRRI/TdkFllVl9RI/AAAAAAAAASo/3OpbpwTlNH0/s320/sol4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Discutem os sociólogos se estaremos&amp;nbsp;perante&amp;nbsp;um novo Maio de 68, um Seattle 2000, ou apenas uma&amp;nbsp;manifestação folclórica,condenada a auto-esvaziar-se. Duvido que seja uma contestação sem sentido futuro: a assembleia &amp;nbsp;auto-organiza-se&amp;nbsp;mediante comissões e trabalho e soube construir cadernos reivindicativos. Estas bases que estão a ser construídas podem servir para que se mantenham após as eleições, ainda que venham a perder alguma intensidade. De facto já&amp;nbsp;algumas&amp;nbsp;iniciativas começam a ser discutidas para Junho.&amp;nbsp;Passadas&amp;nbsp;as eleições &amp;nbsp;talvez cesse o movimento e a agitação, mas não o&amp;nbsp;espírito&amp;nbsp;do 15-M . O que irá perdurar será a ideia &amp;nbsp;repensar o político e a política.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&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/561387216521829308-4334495593809257598?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4334495593809257598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/es-mejor-arriesgar-y-perder-que-perder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4334495593809257598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4334495593809257598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/es-mejor-arriesgar-y-perder-que-perder.html' title='Es mejor arriesgar y perder que perder por no haber arriesgado'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-2LVrCB5nISQ/TdkFNISlDII/AAAAAAAAASk/4xDW96VLOP0/s72-c/sol3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6729832492318779612</id><published>2011-05-21T00:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:49:21.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>La Puerta del Sol, esta noche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70NKvegYNWw/Tdb9Otr9iWI/AAAAAAAAASg/tpCjH6P4Uck/s1600/sol+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70NKvegYNWw/Tdb9Otr9iWI/AAAAAAAAASg/tpCjH6P4Uck/s400/sol+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«.......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;El 15-M es un movimiento que, de momento, parece imparable. La Puerta del Sol de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madrid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;es el epicentro pero la sacudida ha generado un tsunami. Las calles se siguen llenando de gente indignada que está desafiando cualquier prohibición y cualquier predicción. Decenas de miles de personas (28.000 según la policía) han vuelto a llenar la Puerta del Sol, en Madrid, y&amp;nbsp;miles más se han concentrado en otras plazas de numerosas ciudades españolas a pocas horas del cierre de la campaña electoral a medianoche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;En la Puerta del Sol, tras el segundo grito mudo, ha comenzado una una sentada multitudinaria y tas las campanadas del reloj de medianoche los miles de personas han saltado gritando "ahora todos somos ilegales" y "estamos reflexionando".﻿﻿»........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;El Pais :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://politica.elpais.com/politica/2011/05/20/actualidad/1305920877_763863.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://politica.elpais.com/politica/2011/05/20/actualidad/1305920877_763863.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-6729832492318779612?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6729832492318779612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-puerta-del-sol-esta-noche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6729832492318779612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6729832492318779612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-puerta-del-sol-esta-noche.html' title='La Puerta del Sol, esta noche.'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-70NKvegYNWw/Tdb9Otr9iWI/AAAAAAAAASg/tpCjH6P4Uck/s72-c/sol+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7554180142835695900</id><published>2011-05-20T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:11:22.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>Más allá de Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgWnG78qAs4/TdY9DDdEg6I/AAAAAAAAASc/uewRevWvH-k/s1600/Sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgWnG78qAs4/TdY9DDdEg6I/AAAAAAAAASc/uewRevWvH-k/s400/Sol.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font: normal normal normal 32px/41px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font: normal normal normal 32px/41px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El Movimiento 15-M mantiene el pulso ante el veto a las manifestaciones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;La Puerta del Sol madrileña es por ahora el corazón de la protesta. Pero la movilización se siguió extendiendo ayer por plazas de toda España. En Bilbao se reunieron 800 personas; en Valencia, 1.000; en Sevilla, 500. Hubo también cientos de personas en plazas de Granada, Santiago, A Coruña, Vigo, Pontevedra...﻿&amp;nbsp;En Sol también están también muy orgullosos de que sus reivindicaciones&amp;nbsp;se hayan extendido a otras ciudades europeas como Lisboa, Budapest, Berlín, Atenas, o&amp;nbsp;Montpellier, donde se han convocado concentraciones frente a Embajadas y Consulados españoles. Esta madrugada la protesta ha llegado también a Ciudad de México.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;El Pais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Garuda, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/global/"&gt;http://www.elpais.com/global/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7554180142835695900?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://politica.elpais.com/politica/2011/05/18/actualidad/1305752933_013731.html' title='Más allá de Sol'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7554180142835695900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/mas-alla-de-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7554180142835695900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7554180142835695900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/mas-alla-de-sol.html' title='Más allá de Sol'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-mgWnG78qAs4/TdY9DDdEg6I/AAAAAAAAASc/uewRevWvH-k/s72-c/Sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-5405771651989766937</id><published>2011-05-18T20:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:58:44.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>graffitis legais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zee7e-me2GI/TdQfX-lsk5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/UYggBbS6mhE/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obhbMVOEaQg/Tc_utmN8biI/AAAAAAAAASI/vPkaZPNfbug/s1600/gato%2Bpreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obhbMVOEaQg/Tc_utmN8biI/AAAAAAAAASI/vPkaZPNfbug/s1600/gato%2Bpreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obhbMVOEaQg/Tc_utmN8biI/AAAAAAAAASI/vPkaZPNfbug/s200/gato%2Bpreto.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jorge Guíllen,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gatos de Roma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os gatos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;não vagabundos mas sem ter um dono,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ao sol adormecidos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;em ruas sem passeios,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ou esperando uma mão generosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;talvez entre ruínas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;os gatos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;imortais de um modo tão humilde,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;desafiam o tempo, permanecem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;suportando bons e maus momentos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nada sabendo da História&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que levanta edifícios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ou os deixa abismar-se entre pedaços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;belos ainda, agora nobres pedestais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;dessas figuras: livres.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Olhar fixo de uns olhos muito verdes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;em solidão, em ócio e luz distante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Olhos semicerrados, olhos quase chineses,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;loira a pele em calma iluminada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Erguido junto a um mármore,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;resto sobrevivente de coluna,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;alguém feliz e pulcro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;alia-se com a pata bem lambida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;gatos. Frente à História,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sensíveis, sérios, sozinhos, inocentes.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eugénio&amp;nbsp;de Andrade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acerca de gato&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7IqIVxH2OJI/Tc_3b0gczfI/AAAAAAAAASY/IcHFHOhriTA/s1600/gato-chartreux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7IqIVxH2OJI/Tc_3b0gczfI/AAAAAAAAASY/IcHFHOhriTA/s200/gato-chartreux.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em abril chegam os gatos: à frente  &lt;br /&gt;o mais antigo, eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;dez anos ou nem isso,&lt;br /&gt;um  pequeno tigre que nunca se habituou&lt;br /&gt;às areias do caixote, mais foi quem&lt;br /&gt;primeiro me tomou o coração de assalto.&lt;br /&gt;Veio depois, já em Coimbra uma gata&lt;br /&gt;que não parava em casa: fornicava&lt;br /&gt;e paria no pinhal, não l'he tive &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;afeição que durasse, nem ela a merecia,&lt;br /&gt;de tão puta. Só muitos anos&lt;br /&gt;entrou em casa, para ser&lt;br /&gt;senhor dela, o pequeno persa&lt;br /&gt;azul. A beleza vira-nos a alma&lt;br /&gt;do avesso e vai-se embora.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, quem me lambe a ferida&lt;br /&gt;aberta que me deixou a sua morte&lt;br /&gt;é agora uma gatita rafeira e negra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;com três ou quatro borradelas de cal &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;na barriga. É ao sol dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;que talvez aqueça as mãos, e partilhe&lt;br /&gt;a leitura do "Público" ao domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/561387216521829308-8633105997477618419?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8633105997477618419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/para-luisa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8633105997477618419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8633105997477618419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/para-luisa.html' title='Para a Luísa'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-obhbMVOEaQg/Tc_utmN8biI/AAAAAAAAASI/vPkaZPNfbug/s72-c/gato%2Bpreto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7298344149834712121</id><published>2011-05-15T13:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:27:46.832+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educação'/><title type='text'>Poesía y graffiti se dan la mano en la librería Fuentetaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqMddM_BfeQ/Tc_J8xsgb_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/7NargqxQhMQ/s1600/boamistura+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqMddM_BfeQ/Tc_J8xsgb_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/7NargqxQhMQ/s320/boamistura+2.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Boa Mistura &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;é, em Espanha , um dos colectivos de «grafiteros» do momento;&amp;nbsp;a sua última intervenção, efectuada em princípios de Dezembro, pode ser vista na fachada da livraria Fuentetaja (Madrid, S. Bernardo,35). Homenageando a tradição literária da livraria, reinterpretaram nos seus muros e paredes os poemas de Lorca ou de Miguel Hernandez, com o que designam pela &amp;nbsp;«linguagem do século XXI».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;Em breve actuarão no seu interior&amp;nbsp; com um mural-tributo a Pablo Neruda .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;O colectivo &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Boa Mistura &lt;/b&gt;começou pintando pelas&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;ruas da Alameda de Osuna, vom muito cuidado para que a polícia não os multasse e terminanram (?) proferindo conferências nas faculdades de Belas Artes, um pouco por toda a Espanha, ocupando-se das “artworks” de Chambao ou Perza, decorando, inclusivamente a fachada do East Side Hotel, em Berlim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;«…y es que el grafitti puede ser poesia…»&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj9pIAOrYD0/Tc_KLDJB4jI/AAAAAAAAASA/OSr5gJLCYyU/s1600/boa-mistura+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj9pIAOrYD0/Tc_KLDJB4jI/AAAAAAAAASA/OSr5gJLCYyU/s400/boa-mistura+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;(Nós, por cá, proibimos.....e vão-se decorando livrarias com cartazes que anunciam "vende-se", em várias cores).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Libería Fuentetaja, Madrid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuentetaja.es/index.asp"&gt;http://www.fuentetaja.es/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/561387216521829308-7298344149834712121?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7298344149834712121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/poesia-y-graffiti-se-dan-la-mano-en-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7298344149834712121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7298344149834712121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/poesia-y-graffiti-se-dan-la-mano-en-la.html' title='Poesía y graffiti se dan la mano en la librería Fuentetaja'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-zqMddM_BfeQ/Tc_J8xsgb_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/7NargqxQhMQ/s72-c/boamistura+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7505401495609515679</id><published>2011-05-14T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:35:48.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>MORTE AO MEIO-DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nazO8UOII4E/Tc8DI3eA4dI/AAAAAAAAARw/HvywHeHwyao/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nazO8UOII4E/Tc8DI3eA4dI/AAAAAAAAARw/HvywHeHwyao/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;No meu país não acontece nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;à terra vai-se pela estrada em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Novembro é quanta cor o céu consente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;às casas com que o frio abre a praça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Dezembro vibra vidros brande as folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;a brisa sopra e corre e varre o adro menos mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;que o mais zeloso varredor municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Mas que fazer de toda esta cor azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;que cobre os campos neste meu país do sul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;A gente é previdente cala-se e mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;A boca é pra comer e pra trazer fechada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;o único caminho é direito ao sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu país não acontece nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;o corpo curva ao peso de uma alma que não sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Todos temos janela para o mar voltada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;o fisco vela e a palavra era para toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;E juntam-se na casa portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;a saudade e o transístor sob o céu azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;A indústria prospera e fazem-se ao abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;da velha lei mental pastilhas de mentol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Morre-se a ocidente como o sol à tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Cai a sirene sob o sol a pino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Da inspecção do rosto o próprio olhar nos arde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Nesta orla costeira qual de nós foi um dia menino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Há neste mundo seres para quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;a vida não contém contentamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;E a nação faz um apelo à mãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;atenta a gravidade do momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;O meu país é o que o mar não quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;é o pescador cuspido à praia à luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;pois a areia cresceu e a gente em vão requer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;curvada o que de fronte erguida já lhe pertencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;A minha terra é uma grande estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;que põe a pedra entre o homem e a mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;O homem vende a vida e verga sob a enxada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;O meu país é o que o mar não quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in “Boca Bilingue” (1966)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;(o abraço à TRAMA)&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/561387216521829308-7505401495609515679?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7505401495609515679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/morte-ao-meio-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7505401495609515679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7505401495609515679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/morte-ao-meio-dia.html' title='MORTE AO MEIO-DIA'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-nazO8UOII4E/Tc8DI3eA4dI/AAAAAAAAARw/HvywHeHwyao/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-5262921521708432832</id><published>2011-05-09T20:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:15:51.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>O que é que é pior que o FMI e os outros todos?</title><content type='html'>Evidentemente que é o PINTAM.&lt;div&gt;Ele agora  anda para aí tanta gente a dizer que "afinal eles não são tão maus quanto os pintam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou mais sossegado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem percebo porque é tamanha a confusão, se é sempre o mesmo que paga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e ainda há quem faça propaganda disto!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5262921521708432832?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5262921521708432832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-e-que-e-pior-que-o-fmi-e-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5262921521708432832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5262921521708432832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-e-que-e-pior-que-o-fmi-e-os.html' title='O que é que é pior que o FMI e os outros todos?'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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-561387216521829308.post-7323971218821977336</id><published>2011-05-08T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:09:51.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"O cinema é o espelho da vida, não temos outro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXCi3o_WAJQ/TcaVOmjbZJI/AAAAAAAAARs/o5Qhtht00j4/s1600/Manoel+de+Oliveira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXCi3o_WAJQ/TcaVOmjbZJI/AAAAAAAAARs/o5Qhtht00j4/s200/Manoel+de+Oliveira.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre o seu espólio a dar à cidade do Porto ainda não se encontrou solução?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Está-se a estudar, mas é difícil e a crise dificulta mais. Gostava de deixar uma reportagem familiar. É para a memória, assim sempre fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto à nossa memória, a vida da Cinemateca está a estrangular-se, não chegam autorizações para os seus serviços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;É um crime. Basta uma inundação ou um incêndio para desaparecer tudo. A nossa memória está nos livros, nas pinturas e nos filmes. Dizia Arturo Ripstein, um realizador mexicano, que os governos deviam ajudar os realizadores não por favor mas por obrigação, porque o cinema é o espelho da vida, não temos outro. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #86857d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipsilon.publico.pt/cinema/texto.aspx?id=283593"&gt;http://ipsilon.publico.pt/cinema/texto.aspx?id=283593&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7323971218821977336?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7323971218821977336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-cinema-e-o-espelho-da-vida-nao-temos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7323971218821977336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7323971218821977336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-cinema-e-o-espelho-da-vida-nao-temos.html' title='&quot;O cinema é o espelho da vida, não temos outro&quot;'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-sXCi3o_WAJQ/TcaVOmjbZJI/AAAAAAAAARs/o5Qhtht00j4/s72-c/Manoel+de+Oliveira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-8759502168140159484</id><published>2011-05-07T15:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:26:02.487+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><title type='text'>A Cartoon, By Mr. Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQO68dQzmnM/TcVVG9g8isI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZR6SCQxfAbo/s1600/bodyofevidence_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQO68dQzmnM/TcVVG9g8isI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZR6SCQxfAbo/s640/bodyofevidence_600.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Harper's magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/05/hbc-90008088"&gt;http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/05/hbc-90008088&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-8759502168140159484?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/05/hbc-90008088' title='A Cartoon, By Mr. Fish'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8759502168140159484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartoon-by-mr-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8759502168140159484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8759502168140159484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartoon-by-mr-fish.html' title='A Cartoon, By Mr. Fish'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-kQO68dQzmnM/TcVVG9g8isI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZR6SCQxfAbo/s72-c/bodyofevidence_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-2169818323095261490</id><published>2011-05-03T22:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:22:46.724+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>Competição (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"O Governo conseguiu um bom acordo", diz um. "Se não fossemos nós não se conseguiria um bom acordo", diz o oposto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A troika que os ature, que nós cá estaremos para pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(E ainda há quem faça propaganda disto!)&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/561387216521829308-2169818323095261490?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2169818323095261490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/competicao-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2169818323095261490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2169818323095261490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/competicao-2.html' title='Competição (2)'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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-561387216521829308.post-7657895191931138263</id><published>2011-05-02T22:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:24:09.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pá.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porreiro'/><title type='text'>Competição (1)</title><content type='html'>Pois é....&lt;div&gt;....agora que os católicos arranjaram um beato, os outros  tinham de encontrar um mártir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(E  esta, primo?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7657895191931138263?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7657895191931138263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/competicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7657895191931138263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7657895191931138263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/05/competicao.html' title='Competição (1)'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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-561387216521829308.post-1389133561660809247</id><published>2011-04-29T00:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:10:15.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Schubert, Trio op. 100 - Andante con moto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="480" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e52IMaE-3As?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e52IMaE-3As?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/b1v4BYV-YvA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/b1v4BYV-YvA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Não pretende ser metáfora de crise, governo, oposição e troika,  sequer do demo que os leve a todos....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-2313248919839253042?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2313248919839253042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/04/same-procedure-as-every-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2313248919839253042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2313248919839253042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/04/same-procedure-as-every-year.html' title='The same procedure as every year !'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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-561387216521829308.post-6034364534589323228</id><published>2011-04-17T13:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:49:10.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zuttt...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...et puis'/><title type='text'>Porque ainda é domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDJrjVZNb1U/TargINENKAI/AAAAAAAAARc/TgLt9Vs3jok/s1600/quadro%2Bbranco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDJrjVZNb1U/TargINENKAI/AAAAAAAAARc/TgLt9Vs3jok/s400/quadro%2Bbranco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-representa-se como &amp;nbsp;a "pessoa&amp;nbsp;certa no lugar&amp;nbsp;errado". Agiu sempre na melhor das intenções , mesmo se as suas virtudes foram mal tratadas. A responsabilidade incumbe&amp;nbsp;totalmente&amp;nbsp;ao sistema &amp;nbsp;que fez uma mau uso daquilo que ofereceu gratuitamente.&lt;br /&gt;Pode assim manter a continuidade formal entre o eu de ontem e o seu eu de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole aqui a sua fotografia preferida.&lt;br /&gt;A desse? Olhe que há mais, olhe que ele há muito mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-6034364534589323228?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6034364534589323228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-ainda-e-domingo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6034364534589323228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6034364534589323228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-ainda-e-domingo.html' title='Porque ainda é domingo'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/-LDJrjVZNb1U/TargINENKAI/AAAAAAAAARc/TgLt9Vs3jok/s72-c/quadro%2Bbranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-591334568040057079</id><published>2011-04-14T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T02:02:45.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Oncle  Boonmee ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2tgQ3svqI/TactAEbUl6I/AAAAAAAAARU/Tym1HK7YlsU/s1600/Tio+Bonmee+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2tgQ3svqI/TactAEbUl6I/AAAAAAAAARU/Tym1HK7YlsU/s1600/Tio+Bonmee+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;« Os fantasmas aparecerão em&amp;nbsp;certas&amp;nbsp;circunstâncias, quando nada estiver na sombra, nada estiver na&amp;nbsp;claridade ( na fronteira da alvorada ou do&amp;nbsp;crepúsculo).No princípio os mortos não saberão que estão mortos. Quando se beliscarem sentirão ainda dor; pensarão que ainda possuem o seu corpo. Mas tudo é uma ilusão, tudo está no pensamento. Aparecem e falam normalmente às pessoas, mas&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;se dá conta,&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;os vê, ninguém os ouve.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.W.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Uncle Bonmee, nota de apresentação&lt;/i&gt;, Cahiers du Cinema, Março 201&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;O tio Boonmee circula na&amp;nbsp;vizinhança da&amp;nbsp;morte e do sono - visões, sonhos recordações, misturam-se no jogo de ecos entre o longe e o perto, entre a força e a&amp;nbsp;fragilidade, entre a&amp;nbsp;doença &amp;nbsp;e a morte; depois leva consigo todos esses contos centenários. Restam as luzes de mau gosto, o karaoke, a televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;O escritor e poeta &amp;nbsp;Hamadou Hampâté Ba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mestre da tradição oral africana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dizia que “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;quando um velho morre é uma biblioteca inteira que se queima”.&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/561387216521829308-591334568040057079?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pVzWZ7ZkOuQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-9137975790208130258</id><published>2011-03-28T22:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:36:41.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><title type='text'>Agora cada vez mais.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bKnEaCweikg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... seguimos tocando el fondo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-9137975790208130258?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/9137975790208130258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/agora-cada-vez-mais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/9137975790208130258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/9137975790208130258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/agora-cada-vez-mais.html' title='Agora cada vez mais.....'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/bKnEaCweikg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7978372505871778333</id><published>2011-03-24T22:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:46:45.764Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><title type='text'>Qualquer semelhança com a Chanceler Merkl é pura coincidência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PluRW3_FEt0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Felizmente. Ufff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7978372505871778333?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7978372505871778333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/qualquer-semelhanca-com-chanceler-merkl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7978372505871778333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7978372505871778333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/qualquer-semelhanca-com-chanceler-merkl.html' title='Qualquer semelhança com a Chanceler Merkl é pura coincidência...'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/PluRW3_FEt0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-1522333174039395800</id><published>2011-03-21T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:56:04.326Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Não me lembro o que se celebra hoje.....fica assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;By&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.harpers.org/subjects/MrFish" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #000099; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mr. Fish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpers.org/media/image/blogs/misc/mrfishwinwin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" src="http://www.harpers.org/media/image/blogs/misc/mrfishwinwin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="slug" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Harper's Magazine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;http://www.harpers.org/&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/561387216521829308-1522333174039395800?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.harpers.org/media/image/blogs/misc/mrfishwinwin.jpg' title='Não me lembro o que se celebra hoje.....fica assim'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1522333174039395800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-me-lembro-o-que-se-celebra-hojefica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1522333174039395800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1522333174039395800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-me-lembro-o-que-se-celebra-hojefica.html' title='Não me lembro o que se celebra hoje.....fica assim'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7972877745936442810</id><published>2011-03-20T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:27:05.135Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Eduardo Chitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UWSMddyIuLE/TYZ9Rgfqk9I/AAAAAAAAARM/2AhcdEy0Srk/s1600/Eduardo+Chitas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UWSMddyIuLE/TYZ9Rgfqk9I/AAAAAAAAARM/2AhcdEy0Srk/s1600/Eduardo+Chitas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;« &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana;"&gt;uardo Chitas, meu inesquecível orientador de dissertação, faleceu. Apenas fisicamente. Ficará para sempre na minha memória e na daqueles que acreditam na emancipação espiritual e material do homem. Fica aqui um extracto de um seu texto, rigoroso como todos, intitulado "O Sentido do Mundo Sem Deus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para mim, sentido do mundo significa pelo menos três conjuntos de coisas interdependentes: experiência humana, categoria de totalidade, cultura mundial. (…)&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum dos três conjuntos que balizam ou coordenam o meu “sentido do mundo” carece da presença tutelar de um demiurgo (Platão), de um arquitecto ou relojoeiro de mecânica celeste (Voltaire e outros deístas do seu tempo), de um ser supremo (Rousseau) ou do deus-homem morto na cruz.&lt;br /&gt;«Por toda a parte encontro o sobrenatural imaginado, concebido, instituído ou transfigurado à imagem e semelhança das comunidades humanas que o imaginaram, conceberam, instituíram ou transfiguraram. Por tudo isso, por mais do que isso, deus é para mim, de raiz, um problema de antropologia, presente como tal na história das ideias e das civilizações, na história da arte e da ciência e, claro está, na fé que vive numa parte da humanidade. Mas presente também, de outros modos, em múltiplos sistemas de dominação, em alianças milenares do despotismo com a superstição, em piedosa resignação com os males do mundo e até, – impossível esquecer isso – na aliança do Evangelho com a libertação dos oprimidos no aquém terreno.&lt;br /&gt;«Do que precede talvez se infira sem dificuldade que, se deus é um problema de antropologia, então a teologia (literalmente, a “ciência de deus”), quer se lhe chame revelada ou natural, só pode ser compreendida como uma analítica da fé, isto é, para me exprimir à maneira de Kant, como um cânone de deduções formais, como um corpus de proposições dedutivas, não como um organon do conhecimento. Retire-se à teologia a fé, desaparece a pedra de toque da sua validade formal. Nesta perspectiva, as “ciências teológicas” (expressão que por vezes se ouve ou lê) só podem constituir, para o não-crente, um suave equívoco de linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;«Resta um último tópico, que assinalo sem nele entrar: observou Marx que o prefixo a-, na palavra ateísmo, ainda traduz (ex negativo, por assim dizer) uma derradeira ligação ao problema de deus. Aos ateus que pensam pertence talvez trabalhar a dificuldade, para além desse último vínculo de pensamento e de linguagem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Chitas esta "acima", se posso assim exprimir-me, do "ateu". O "ateu", disse-me ele uma vez, num dos momentos em que tinha o privilégio de aprender com a sua palavra presencial, empenhada, frontal e esclaredida, ainda mantém uma certa ligação, de debate, e de polémica, com a questão da existência de Deus. O materialista histórico-dialéctico não entra nesse debate, não se coloca, pois, numa posição de intolerância, nem de desprezo, mas aborda a questão religiosa dos ponto-de-vista histórico e antropológico, pelo lado das necessidades humanas e da sua alienação, e, inconsistentemente, como instrumento de opressão e de luta e aliança, equívoca mas muitas vezes positiva, pela liberdade dos oprimidos»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Publicada por Pedro Motta em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://petrusgmota.blogspot.com/2011/03/eduardo-chitas-e-o-sentido-do-mundo-sem.html" style="color: #7799bb;" target="_blank"&gt;ÍCARO E A CAVERNA - Filosofia e Práxis&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;a 3/20/2011 09:38:00 PM&amp;nbsp;&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/561387216521829308-7972877745936442810?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7972877745936442810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/eduardo-chitas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7972877745936442810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7972877745936442810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/eduardo-chitas.html' title='Eduardo Chitas'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UWSMddyIuLE/TYZ9Rgfqk9I/AAAAAAAAARM/2AhcdEy0Srk/s72-c/Eduardo+Chitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-56851810081270684</id><published>2011-03-13T02:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T02:21:41.840Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zuttt...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...et puis'/><title type='text'>Modesta proposta à minha geração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mTf0Vctkyo/TXwo0ubvqXI/AAAAAAAAACg/DOfAAbWwy9s/s1600/thumbnail.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mTf0Vctkyo/TXwo0ubvqXI/AAAAAAAAACg/DOfAAbWwy9s/s320/thumbnail.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583382524315281778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão à rasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós pagamos  propinas, livros e cantinas; duplicamos mesadas, emprestamos o carro, as gravatas e o blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esbulhamo-nos de uma parte do vencimento para quem de direito(?); trabalhamos mais horas do que as justamente nos são  devidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles são a geração à rasca;nós somos a geração &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; à rasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não vai uma voltinha pela avenida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-56851810081270684?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/56851810081270684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/modesta-proposta-minha-geracao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/56851810081270684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/56851810081270684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/modesta-proposta-minha-geracao.html' title='Modesta proposta à minha geração'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/-_mTf0Vctkyo/TXwo0ubvqXI/AAAAAAAAACg/DOfAAbWwy9s/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-9029515908968652088</id><published>2011-03-09T22:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:52:19.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Arte e moralidade (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sJNWW3JFY0Q?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« ...Um dos motivos porque se diz que estes Contos são "morais" é que são quase&amp;nbsp;totalmente&amp;nbsp;desprovidos&amp;nbsp;de acções &amp;nbsp;físicas: tudo se passa na cabeça do narrador. Contada por outra&amp;nbsp;pessoa&amp;nbsp;qualquer&amp;nbsp;a história seria diferente, não&amp;nbsp;existiria. Os meus&amp;nbsp;heróis, um pouco como D.&amp;nbsp;Quixote, tomam-se por&amp;nbsp;personagens&amp;nbsp;de romance, mas talvez não haja romance. A presença de comentários na primeira&amp;nbsp;pessoa&amp;nbsp;fica a dever-se menos à necessidade de revelar pensamentos&amp;nbsp;íntimos, impossíveis de traduzir pela imagem ou pelo diálogo, do que pela necessidade de situar sem qualquer equívoco o ponto de vista do&amp;nbsp;protagonista, e fazer desse ponto de vista o objecto da minha&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;visão de autor e de cineasta.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E. Rohmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;( Se calhar deveria, como blogger normal, escrever sobre o discurso do PR, as reacções, dar a minha brilhante &amp;nbsp;e decisiva opinião. Que se lixem! A aposta de Pascal,&amp;nbsp;subvertida como está, é melhor que qualquer análise.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-9029515908968652088?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/9029515908968652088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/arte-e-moralidade-ii.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/9029515908968652088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/9029515908968652088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/03/arte-e-moralidade-ii.html' title='Arte e moralidade (2)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/sJNWW3JFY0Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7133363388764267610</id><published>2011-02-25T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:46:13.649Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>It's a book</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XwoW9hnB4vY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"It's a Book", de Lane Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roubado de fresco de&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="playnav-curvideo-channel-name" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lerdevagar" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; 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A" w:st="on"&gt;1. A&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; arte pode ser imoral? Pode-se depreciar uma obra ou, dito de outra forma, pô-la em causa esteticamente pela sua imoralidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uma versão forte do moralismo estético perspectiva o juízo e avaliação moral de uma obra de arte, não a partir do seu conteúdo mas a partir das qualidades estéticas que lhe são intrínsecas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi este ponto de vista que prevaleceu na polémica posterior ao filme realizado por Gilo Pontecorvo, &lt;i&gt;Kapo,&lt;/i&gt; de 1959.&lt;i&gt; Kapo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ficciona a história de uma adolescente judia, Edith, que para escapar à morte se faz passar por prisioneira de delito comum, com a conivência de um médico que a ajuda a obter uma nova identidade. À medida que o tempo passa, torna-se cada vez mais indiferente à vida e à violência exercida nos campos de concentração, confraterniza com os guardas e&amp;nbsp; é promovida a Kapo. &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O exercício e o abuso do poder que possui coloca-a quase ao nível dos guardas nazis. Trazida à realidade pelo suicídio de uma amiga, Terese (Emanuelle Riva), Edith participa numa tentativa de fuga massiva, sacrificando a sua vida no processo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme de Pontecorvo &amp;nbsp;viria ser objecto de uma crítica exacerbada de Jacques Rivette&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; («&amp;nbsp;De l’Abjection&amp;nbsp;»,&amp;nbsp;Cahiers du Cinéma, Junho 1961), que deve ser entendida como uma conclusão lógica&amp;nbsp; da “política de autor” defendida pelos &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cahiers du Cinéma&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp; ao longo dos anos 50/60. Trata-se, para os jovens críticos dos Cahiers, de definir uma abordagem especificamente cinematográfica do filme, fundada na "mise en scène" , enquanto&amp;nbsp; modo &amp;nbsp;de expressão por excelência do trabalho livre do autor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tema da técnica que remete para uma metafísica e para uma ética já tinha sido abordado por J.Luc Godard numa mesa redonda consagrada a &lt;i&gt;Hiroshima meu Amor&lt;/i&gt; (Resnais , 1959), com a sua célebre fórmula «os travellings são uma questão de moral», na qual afirmava :«há uma coisa que me incomoda um pouco em “Hiroshima.”, e que me tinha igualmente incomodado em “&lt;i&gt;A Noite e o Nevoeiro&lt;/i&gt;”, é que há uma certa facilidade em mostrar cenas de horror, porque se passa rapidamente para lá da estética.» .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neste contexto escreve Rivette:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«…on a beaucoup cité, à gauche et à droite, et le plus souvent assez sottement, une phrase de Moullet&amp;nbsp;: "la morale est affaire de travellings (..) (ou la version de Godard&amp;nbsp;: "les travellings sont affaire de morale&amp;nbsp;; &amp;nbsp;(..). Voyez cependant, dans&amp;nbsp;Kapo, le plan où Riva se suicide, en se jetant sur les barbelés électrifiés&amp;nbsp;; l'homme qui décide, à ce moment, de faire un travelling-avant pour recadrer le cadavre en contre-plongée, en prenant soin d'inscrire exactement la main levée dans un angle de son cadrage final (..), cet homme n'a droit qu'au plus profond mépris. On nous les casse depuis quelques mois avec les faux problèmes de la forme et du fond, du réalisme et de la féerie, du scénario et de la "misenscène", de l'acteur libre ou dominé et autres balançoires&amp;nbsp;; disons qu'il se pourrait que tous les sujets naissent libres et égaux en droit&amp;nbsp;; ce qui compte, c'est le ton, ou l'accent, la nuance, comme on voudra l'appeler - c'est-à-dire le point de vue d'un homme, l'auteur, mal nécessaire, et l'attitude que prend cet homme par rapport à ce qu'il filme, et donc par rapport au monde et à toutes choses&amp;nbsp;: ce qui peut s'exprimer par le choix des situations, la construction de l'intrigue, les dialogues, le jeu des acteurs, ou la pure et simple technique, "indifféremment mais autant". Il est des choses qui ne doivent être abordées que dans la crainte et le tremblement&amp;nbsp;; la mort en est une, sans doute&amp;nbsp;; et comment, au moment de filmer une chose aussi mystérieuse, ne pas se sentir un imposteur&amp;nbsp;?».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rivette aplica a "politica de autor" a um tema limite do pós guerra, o dos campos de concentração, marcados pela impossibilidade de se&amp;nbsp;constituírem&amp;nbsp;como objectos de referência da representação e ficção cinematográficas; a gravidade do tema implica que a mínima inconsequência "mise en scène" condene o realizador ao desprezo: no caso, Pontercorvo realizador comprometido com a sua boa consciência de esquerda, é, &amp;nbsp;formalmente, culpado de inanidade e imoralidade cinematográficas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Qual é o núcleo do argumento de Jacques&amp;nbsp; Rivette? Que ao esteticizar um tema de conteúdo moral forte, o das vitimas dos campos nazis, Pontecorvo teria produzido uma obra «obscena»; a alegada imoralidade da obra não seria proveniente de um conteúdo demasiado repugnante ou demasiado licencioso, para ser admissível pela nossa experiência estética ou compatível com os nosso juízos morais, mas de uma estiticização da moral, designadamente, como as da violência do genocídio, das limpezas étnicas. De um modo mais incisivo, da ideia que não pode haver uma atitude estética relativamente determinadas questões morais, como se , no caso vertente, eo filme ou o último plano colocassem o espectador na posição «voyeurista» de quem contempla a vítima com prazer estético. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este ponto de vista influenciou consideravelmente as discussões posteriores e , em 1992, é retomado &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;por Serge Daney num de seus últimos artigos, intitulado "O Travelling de Kapo", no qual &amp;nbsp;Daney &amp;nbsp;retoma a distinção de Rivette &amp;nbsp;entre um cinema que é ético e político pelo seu próprio fazer,como o já referido a &lt;i&gt;Noite e o Nevoeiro&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;e um cinema que simplesmente trata de temas éticos e políticos, submetendo o assunto às normas dramatúrgicas gerais do cinema e, genericamente, às de todo tipo de espectáculo. Como propor uma representação/depicção “justa “ do horror, como impedir que o espectador banalize e torne trivial a violência, o genocídio, a atrocidade histórica, que se pensa ser de todos os&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;modos&amp;nbsp;irrepresentável?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. É possível avaliar a moralidade de um objecto estético como se este fosse um indivíduo? E se é o autor o visado, sendo o caso de se determinar a sua intenção, qual o valor da mesma, perante a autonomia que a obra adquire para o publico que a que a experiencia, a partir das suas crenças estéticas e morais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficam as perguntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7241089989005916163?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7241089989005916163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/02/arte-e-moralidade-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7241089989005916163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7241089989005916163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/02/arte-e-moralidade-1.html' title='Arte e moralidade (1)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/8RmbIDWl4PI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6567331328281446020</id><published>2011-02-13T20:08:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:00:00.452Z</updated><title type='text'>a pedra e o contrário da pedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpk81qt_lfU/TVuDwYgSefI/AAAAAAAAADU/E5N_q9LdyUI/s1600/grardcastellolopes006hs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpk81qt_lfU/TVuDwYgSefI/AAAAAAAAADU/E5N_q9LdyUI/s400/grardcastellolopes006hs9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574193831035959794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqv8D62vBNw/TVuCtzeRfhI/AAAAAAAAADM/cFH8kE5cDXk/s1600/grardcastellolopes006hs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt; “Consegui fotografar a pedra e o contrário da pedra, isto é, o peso e a ausência de peso. A pedra foi uma espécie de oferta de Deus.” &lt;i&gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/561387216521829308-6567331328281446020?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6567331328281446020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/02/pedra-e-o-contrario-da-pedra.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6567331328281446020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6567331328281446020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/02/pedra-e-o-contrario-da-pedra.html' title='a pedra e o contrário da pedra'/><author><name>Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12242677041610985243</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/-Wpk81qt_lfU/TVuDwYgSefI/AAAAAAAAADU/E5N_q9LdyUI/s72-c/grardcastellolopes006hs9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7410425315307054994</id><published>2011-02-04T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:28:08.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Iánnis Xenákis</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ziQjykdLDVU" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brăila, 29 de Maio de 1922 — Paris, 4 de Fevereiro de 2001&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/561387216521829308-7410425315307054994?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7410425315307054994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/02/iannis-xenakis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7410425315307054994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7410425315307054994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/02/iannis-xenakis.html' title='Iánnis Xenákis'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/ziQjykdLDVU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-676476025528912386</id><published>2011-01-27T15:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:26:45.163Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As leituras proibidas'/><title type='text'>Das  leis e outras coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TUGNxVcDD3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/m_Yi0KamJ_4/s1600/Thomas+Mann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TUGNxVcDD3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/m_Yi0KamJ_4/s320/Thomas+Mann.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;A Lei&lt;/i&gt; ( &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Das&amp;nbsp; Gesetz&lt;/i&gt;), escrito no exílio em 1943, é , em meu entender, uma obra de&amp;nbsp; referência. Thomas Mann teve de procura protecção nos USA, em fuga da loucura assassina do III Reich, que condenara os seu livros, do mesmo modo que condenara todos os livros que não convinham às suas convicções delirantes sobre o ser e o nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;Mann conta-nos, com a liberdade do romancista, passe a desactualização do termo, as condições do nascimento do povo judeu, a causa essencial da sua libertação e, principalmente, a conflitualidade na aceitação de uma Lei, o Decálogo, que o interdita de se tomar por Deus (“Deus”, nome próprio ou descrição definida?) e que, por isso, o induz a observar um conjunto de princípios inalteráveis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;- respeitar o princípio da liberdade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;-não matar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;-não roubar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;-respeitar o outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;-não transformar o outro em escravo ou apropriar-se daquilo que constitui a sua subsistência;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Teoria dos mandamentos divinos à parte e numa perspectiva puramente laica, a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;lei&lt;/i&gt; contraria o &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;arbitrário&lt;/i&gt; e objecta á auto divinização do si mesmo. Ao escrever a&amp;nbsp; “A Lei”, Mann denuncia o projecto hitleriano, não em qualquer tipo de modalidade, &amp;nbsp;mas de uma de uma forma transtemporal que é aquela &amp;nbsp;que diz respeito aos seus princípios e fundamentos, que relevam da perda do sentido do humano, pela desorientação das acções desligadas de toda a obrigação ética e jurídica, pela cultura da morte que hoje se impõe a todas as forma de racionalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-676476025528912386?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/676476025528912386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/lei-das-gesetz-escrito-no-exilio-em.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/676476025528912386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/676476025528912386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/lei-das-gesetz-escrito-no-exilio-em.html' title='Das  leis e outras coisas'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TUGNxVcDD3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/m_Yi0KamJ_4/s72-c/Thomas+Mann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-1001807369931633749</id><published>2011-01-25T14:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:55:57.658Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>So, what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P4TbrgIdm0E?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1001807369931633749?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1001807369931633749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1001807369931633749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1001807369931633749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what.html' title='So, what?'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/P4TbrgIdm0E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-91979873641485295</id><published>2011-01-23T22:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:37:00.680Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>E mudemos de assunto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JCojQsFrmIU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Momentos há em que a toda a nossa volta os objectos se tornam insuportáveis como se nos roubassem o ar, como se neles houvesse uma respiração onde o ar e a luz interviessem simultaneamente. Entre os sabores que tocam no meu espírito procuro então o que melhor me possa devolver à transparência, não a dos espelhos ou dos vidros, que a literalidade impregna, mas a abrupta transparência dos sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;L. Miguel Nava,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;O Céu sob as Entranhas&lt;/i&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/561387216521829308-91979873641485295?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/91979873641485295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-mudemos-de-assunto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/91979873641485295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/91979873641485295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-mudemos-de-assunto.html' title='E mudemos de assunto....'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/JCojQsFrmIU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7322834338041765742</id><published>2011-01-23T14:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:13:47.580Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zuttt...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...et puis'/><title type='text'>Desculpe......?</title><content type='html'>Estive a conferir o meu recibo de vencimento deste mês.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por nada mas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B1MChmwxNy8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda há quem faça&amp;nbsp;propagandista&amp;nbsp;disto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7322834338041765742?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7322834338041765742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/desculpe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7322834338041765742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruim por Ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TToPTYVlJFI/AAAAAAAAACM/nQRjsp7g-F8/s1600/galo%2Bde%2Bbarcelos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564777115194565714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TToPTYVlJFI/AAAAAAAAACM/nQRjsp7g-F8/s320/galo%2Bde%2Bbarcelos.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 251px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Votem em mim&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/561387216521829308-979902067090016549?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/979902067090016549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/campanha-eleitoral-para-concluir_21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/979902067090016549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/979902067090016549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/campanha-eleitoral-para-concluir_21.html' title='Campanha eleitoral: para concluir.'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TToPTYVlJFI/AAAAAAAAACM/nQRjsp7g-F8/s72-c/galo%2Bde%2Bbarcelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-5767561459843123369</id><published>2011-01-18T22:13:00.034Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:56:55.737Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><title type='text'>Campanha eleitoral - O Livro de São Cipriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TTYmPP2i7fI/AAAAAAAAACE/6Mr2cpK-s_A/s1600/S%25C3%25A3o%2BCipriano.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563676433058033138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TTYmPP2i7fI/AAAAAAAAACE/6Mr2cpK-s_A/s200/S%25C3%25A3o%2BCipriano.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 199px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAGIA PARA FICAR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;INVISÍVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matar um gato preto e enterrá-lo com uma fava em cada olho, outra debaixo da cauda e outra em cada ouvido. Depois, enterre-o e regue-o com pouca água todas as noites à meia-noite, até que as favas, depois de brotadas, estejam maduras. Cortar as favas pelo pé. Depois de cortadas, leve-as para casa e vai colocando uma de cada vez na boca. Quando, porém, parecer que está invisível, é porque a fava que tens na boca é a que tem a propriedade mágica. Assim, se desejares entrar em qualquer parte sem ser                                                                                             visto, ponha a dita fava na boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;este livro se relata de quantos feitiços se houveram de S. Cipriano, astrólogo, mágico e feiticeiro e como ele fazia todas as suas artes, enquanto feiticeiro. Se falará, assim, de como S. Cipriano fazia toda a qualidade de mágicas pretas e brancas e como fazia os seus feitiços a quem muito bem queria, menos a uma virgem que neste livro vem mencionada, mas de quem o mesmo diz nunca se ter servido, nem por artes mágicas: Por tais   artes  foi ele tido como um grande pecador, contando-se entre as suas faltas algumas que aqui não se narrarão, mas que originaram a sua conversão e  consequente martírio, mas por causa do qual  veio a salvar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 4.8pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Neste livro o feitiço é a arte de toda arte mágica e dizem os fastos que terá recebido a influência das velhíssimas práticas dos economistas ocidentais, orientais acidentais e até caldeus e assírios, fundadas em bases aritméticas, astronómicas, religiosas e que deixaram no sulco das décadas sinais inapagáveis em toda a nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 4.8pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Actualmente, não é possível falar do Livro, mas sim dos Livros de São Cipriano, pois no decorrer dos séculos, o conteúdo sofreu alterações significativas, que colocam em dúvida a fidelidade das versões recentes, se comparadas às mais antigas. As edições capa preta e capa de aço, mesmo se  intituladas como o autêntico, o verdadeiro ou o único livro de todos os livros ,revelam grandes diferenças no conteúdo. Enquanto alguns exemplares apresentam histórias e rituais inofensivos, outros apelam para campos negativistas e destrutivos da magia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 4.8pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Num aspecto geral, encontram-se neste livro muitas instruções aos religiosos para tratar qualquer moléstia e crise, além de cartomancia, esconjuros, exorcismos e de  muitos outros  rituais de como obter um pacto com o  primeiro demónio, ou outro mafarrico de ocasião.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TTYflP3HpjI/AAAAAAAAABk/IFuehvieMzk/s1600/cavaco-silva-o-adivinho.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563669114436167218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TTYflP3HpjI/AAAAAAAAABk/IFuehvieMzk/s200/cavaco-silva-o-adivinho.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 161px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... olha eu, que nem acredito em bruxas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Roubei o boneco aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wehavekaosinthegarden.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://wehavekaosinthegarden.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5767561459843123369?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5767561459843123369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/campanha-eleitoral-o-livro-de-sao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5767561459843123369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5767561459843123369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/campanha-eleitoral-o-livro-de-sao.html' title='Campanha eleitoral - O Livro de São Cipriano'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/_-Aq88LIB_TU/TTYmPP2i7fI/AAAAAAAAACE/6Mr2cpK-s_A/s72-c/S%25C3%25A3o%2BCipriano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-1457336431479094911</id><published>2011-01-16T16:18:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:59:34.652Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ora cá estemos....'/><title type='text'>Campanha eleitoral - Lunário perpétuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TTMYPjmXsII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A9LFZPtwp8w/s1600/Lun%25C3%25A1rio+perp%25C3%25A9tuo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TTMYPjmXsII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A9LFZPtwp8w/s1600/Lun%25C3%25A1rio+perp%25C3%25A9tuo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TTMYPjmXsII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A9LFZPtwp8w/s320/Lun%25C3%25A1rio+perp%25C3%25A9tuo.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunário Perpétuo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/autor/Antonio_N%C3%B3brega"&gt;Antonio Nóbrega&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/autor/Wilson_Freire_E_Br%C3%A1ulio_Tavares"&gt;Wilson Freire E Bráulio Tavares&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;«….Meu lunário tem antigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Alquimias de almanaque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Já enfrentou intempéries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Roubos, incêndios e saques:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Dos homens, das traças, das garras das eras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Carrega segredos, decifra quimeras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Venceu todos os ataques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O meu lunário perpétuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Sob o sol é luzidio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Meu lunário foi forjado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Num fogo de desafio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;                                                              Que vibra, esquenta, atiça, aperreia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;                                                               Faísca, enlouquece, que pega na veia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;                                                                Pelos séculos a fio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…… »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Lunário Perpétuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; é o nome dado a um pequeno livro que, durante esses dois últimos séculos foi uma das principais fontes de referências e conhecimentos para os poetas, podendo ser considerado, a par do Dicionáriao de Rimas, um dos livros básicos para o domínio da arte de poetar, com toadas, cantigas,  cantadeiras e outras choradeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No  &lt;i&gt;Lunário&lt;/i&gt;  encontramos  «as antigas alquimias de almanaque», crenças  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;populares, mitologia, rudimentos de física, calendários, vidas de santos, biografia de papas, conhecimentos agrícolas, generalidades, processo para construir um relógio de sol, procedimento para se conhecer a hora pela posição das estrelas, conselhos de veterinária; os cálculos das luas novas ou conjuções, cheias ou oposições e quartos crescentes ou minguantes, solar ou dominical, as festas móveis, as festas fixas, o calendário dos meses e outras peculiaridades confrontadas ou  claramente explicadas, bem como uma lista bibliográfica dos papas e outros que por nós exerceram o direito à participação na vida política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; 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font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&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: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Não sei se vote no vate .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rotundaseencruzilhadas.blogspot.com/2010/10/justo-e-solidario.html"&gt;http://rotundaseencruzilhadas.blogspot.com/2010/10/justo-e-solidario.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1457336431479094911?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1457336431479094911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/campanha-eleitoral-lunario-perpetuo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1457336431479094911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1457336431479094911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/campanha-eleitoral-lunario-perpetuo.html' title='Campanha eleitoral - Lunário perpétuo'/><author><name>Zé Primo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02390450969603910135</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TTMYPjmXsII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A9LFZPtwp8w/s72-c/Lun%25C3%25A1rio+perp%25C3%25A9tuo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-611938904066384998</id><published>2011-01-13T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:29:37.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As leituras proibidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Mein Junges Leben Hat Ein End</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfL5D9AGnXM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfL5D9AGnXM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Jan Pieters Sweelink . O estranho nome do velho músico holandês faz com que toda a beleza pareça curiosa e&amp;nbsp;longínqua. Ouço as suas variações para clavicórdio sobre uma antiga ária: &lt;i&gt;Youth has an end&lt;/i&gt;. Na névoa vaga dos velhos sons surge um tímido ponto de luz: a voz da alma está prestes a ser escutada. A juventude tem um fim: o fim é aqui.Nunca será. Sabe-lo bem. O quê então? Escreve isso , porra p´ra ti, escreve isso! Prestas para mais alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porquê?"&lt;br /&gt;"Porque de outro modo não te poderia ver".&lt;br /&gt;Escorregamento-espaço- idades- folhagem de&amp;nbsp;estrelas- e céu minguante - quietude - e quietude mais profunda- quietude de aniquilamento - e a voz dela. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;James Joyce, &lt;i&gt;Giacomo Joyce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hiena Editora, 1984&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/561387216521829308-611938904066384998?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/611938904066384998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/mein-junges-leben-hat-ein-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/611938904066384998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/611938904066384998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/mein-junges-leben-hat-ein-end.html' title='Mein Junges Leben Hat Ein End'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-4659168638151717847</id><published>2011-01-11T19:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:46:15.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As leituras proibidas'/><title type='text'>O passo da Floresta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TSysly49r9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/rekFJNaNK40/s1600/Ernst_Junger_drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TSysly49r9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/rekFJNaNK40/s200/Ernst_Junger_drawing.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« No fundo tirania e liberdade não se podem considerar isoladas, mesmo se, vistas temporalmente, se revezam uma à outra: Não há dúvidas &amp;nbsp;de que se pode dizer que a tirania suprime e&amp;nbsp;aniquila&amp;nbsp;a liberdade - mas, por outro lado, uma tirania só pode ser possível, quando a liberdade se domestica e se volatiliza no seu conceito vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O ser humano tende a confiar no aparelho político ou ainda a submeter-se-lhe, quando devia haurir das suas próprias fontes. o que é uma falha em imaginação. Ele tem de conhecer os pontos nos quais não pode deixar que a sua decisão soberana seja negociada. Enquanto as coisas estiverem em ordem, a água estará canalizada e a corrente&amp;nbsp;eléctrica ligada. Se a vida e a propriedade forem ameaçadas,um grito de alarme fará afluir magicamente Bombeiros e Polícia.O grande perigo está em que o ser humano conta em excesso com &amp;nbsp;estas ajudas &amp;nbsp;e fica desamparado quando lhe faltam. Todo o conforto tem de ser pago. A situação do animal doméstico arrasta atrás de si a do animal de abate.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ernst Junger (1895- 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O passo da Floresta &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1951&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/561387216521829308-4659168638151717847?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4659168638151717847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-passo-da-floresta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4659168638151717847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4659168638151717847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-passo-da-floresta.html' title='O passo da Floresta'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TSysly49r9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/rekFJNaNK40/s72-c/Ernst_Junger_drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-2609171115299337834</id><published>2011-01-08T10:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:27:20.125Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><title type='text'>Se é assim tudo tão claro .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk6vgZGdar8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk6vgZGdar8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..... porque é que eu ando tão angustiado?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-2609171115299337834?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2609171115299337834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-e-assim-tudo-tao-claro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2609171115299337834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2609171115299337834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-e-assim-tudo-tao-claro.html' title='Se é assim tudo tão claro .....'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-4634582786029904086</id><published>2011-01-07T12:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:54:09.773Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As leituras proibidas'/><title type='text'>Pelo centenário de J.Genet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TScIvyI6hZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZMUOMbt1388/s1600/Genet.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TScIvyI6hZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZMUOMbt1388/s320/Genet.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un tableau mystique&amp;nbsp;: exhiber l’absolu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La blessure mystique&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genet nous guide vers le cœur mystérieux de l’exhibition&amp;nbsp;: le vide, le néant ou encore la blessure&amp;nbsp;[&lt;a href="http://www.raison-publique.fr/article377.html#nb31" id="nh31" title="Nous assimilons sans la précision philosophique nécessaire, la notion de (...)"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]. C’est pour cacher une blessure, un manque d’être que les personnages se parent, comme d’un pansement d’une figure. La figure, faites de coupures infinies, n’est alors que le déploiement de la blessure&amp;nbsp;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;C’est bien mal dire qu’autour d’une invisible blessure un homme amoncelle ce qui cachera la blessure cependant qu’il la montre du doigt. Il me semble donc que chaque personnage n’est qu’une blessure disparaissant sous les ornements. (Les Paravents, 268)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La blessure est à la fois la singularité du personnage et l’insignifiance de cette singularité. Une singularité absolue ne renvoie qu’à elle-même, alors que la signification, par nature, suppose un renvoi à plusieurs choses. (…) La singularité est à la fois la fin de la signification puisque un être absolument singulier se refuse à toute étiquette, et l’origine de la signification car c’est cette absence de toute étiquette qui plonge les personnages dans la recherche de l’étiquette.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La singularité est donc le seul absolu&amp;nbsp;: absolu qui n’est pas un salut comme le serait un absolu garant d’universalité et donc de signification, mais un absolu qui est une perte dans l’insignifiance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vita activa&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;vita contemplativa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainsi, Genet nous impose-t-il de prendre le point de vue de l’absolu. Dès lors les images et les gestes révèlent leur inutilité&amp;nbsp;: leur nature est d’être inutilisables. L’utilité des gestes ou des images, en effet, dépend de leur rapport à un universel, à une valeur, au Bien, qu’ils contribuent à réaliser. Or, ici, le geste est à lui-même sa propre fin, il ne réalise rien au-delà de lui-même. En nous conduisant à une telle révélation Genet nous fait quitter le plan de la&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;vita activa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;où les gestes sont considérés comme utiles, comme réalisant illusoirement une finalité supérieure&amp;nbsp;[&lt;a href="http://www.raison-publique.fr/article377.html#nb32" id="nh32" title="Cette rupture est bien dramatisée à plusieurs reprise dans Le Balcon : « (...)"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]. Genet nous pousse, au contraire, à la&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;vita contemplativa&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;: ne considérer dans le geste que sa gestualité puisque le geste n’est que ce qu’il est. Sa raison d’être est l’effort pour fuir la singularité absolu dans une fiction de signification. La figure est alors l’auto-jouissance de l’absolu qui cache le solitaire échec qui l’a fermentée.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.4pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il sera pris de vertige face à cette distance infranchissable entre lui et le Pape. Distance ou vide obtenu par l’accumulation de gestes inutilisables. Ces gestes sont tellement nombreux chez moi, que je ne sers plus à rien. In-utilisable. Bon à rien. Danseur. Je danse le Pape. (Elle, 67)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #596571;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raison-publique.fr/article377.html#nh31" title="Notes 31"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nous assimilons sans la précision philosophique nécessaire, la notion de néant, celle de vide et de blessure, parce qu’il semble que Genet lui-même le fait&amp;nbsp;: «&amp;nbsp;Je m’approche, le cœur éperdu, et ne découvre rien, rien que le vide dressé, sensible et fier comme une haute digitale.&amp;nbsp;» Notre-Dame-Des-Fleurs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Œuvres Complètes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;t.II, Gallimard, Paris, 1951, p.11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.raison-publique.fr/article377.html#nh32" id="nb32" title="Notes 32"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;] «&amp;nbsp;Devenir évêque, monter les échelons [...] c’eût été m’éloigner de la dignité définitive de l’évêque [...] Pour devenir évêque, il eût fallu que je m’acharne à ne l’être pas, mais à faire ce qui m’y eût conduit. Devenu évêque afin de l’être, il eût fallu [...] que je ne cesse de me savoir l’être pour remplir ma fonction.&amp;nbsp;» (&lt;i&gt;Les Bonnes&lt;/i&gt; )&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b5190a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Les rituels d’exhibition&amp;nbsp;» dans l’oeuvre de Genet&lt;b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;REGARDEZ, IL N’Y A RIEN À VOIR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raison-publique.fr/auteur193.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Pierre Cretois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pode ler o ensaio inteiro aqui:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.raison-publique.fr/article377.html&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TSCYGA9YglI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6zJolr_SRB0/s1600/Steinbeck1946-72dp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TSCYGA9YglI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6zJolr_SRB0/s320/Steinbeck1946-72dp.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;« &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O ano passou velozmente &amp;nbsp;e a Terra continuava na sua infindável tarefa de dobar o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Como um mocho fantasma , o vento uivava aos cantos da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Num ano, um homem esquece-se seja do que for, Vítor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Eu sei como vai ser este ano - gemeu o rapaz. - Estou a ver o caramelo e o gelo prateado a&amp;nbsp;cobrirem&amp;nbsp;o tanque . Estou a ver os ramos enegrecidos das pereiras e os&amp;nbsp;cães&amp;nbsp;a farejarem e a latirem à entrada das casas por causa das tempestades: Sinto no nariz o ar gelado a crestar-me, bem como as unhas doridas e roxas do frio, e o cheiro ácido da cidra. (...) E tu Mordeen, silenciosa e fatigada de esperar, hás-de caminhar sem ruído, com os olhos os ouvidos e o tacto voltados para dentro de ti , a fim de escutares, veres e sentires o nosso filho.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J. Steinbeck, &lt;i&gt;Chama Devoradora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E, já agora, &amp;nbsp;bom &amp;nbsp;2011&lt;i style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS - Receita para gerir a crise:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;arranjem-lhe um &amp;nbsp;cantinho ao borralho,&amp;nbsp;aconcheguem-na&amp;nbsp;com mantas quentinhas &amp;nbsp;(chá quente e mel também ajudam)... não vá ela piorar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5617634965340894052?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5617634965340894052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/mensagem-de-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5617634965340894052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5617634965340894052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2011/01/mensagem-de-ano-novo.html' title='Mensagem de Ano Novo'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TSCYGA9YglI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6zJolr_SRB0/s72-c/Steinbeck1946-72dp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-5004113056473422942</id><published>2010-12-26T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:54:37.985Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dh57sCPjtzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dh57sCPjtzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...porque sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5004113056473422942?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5004113056473422942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5004113056473422942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5004113056473422942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile.html' title='Smile...'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-443484424610858363</id><published>2010-12-19T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:26:07.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Cópia certificada (2) - A propósito.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TQ59rK6HFDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SKWVPQO53Qw/s1600/copiacertificada190010_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TQ59rK6HFDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SKWVPQO53Qw/s320/copiacertificada190010_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"...há incerteza deliciosa...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;«&lt;i&gt; Robbe- Grillet:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A questão está em saber se a incerteza que se liga às imagens do filme é exagerada em relação àquela que nos rodeia na vida quotidiana, ou se pertence a uma mesma ordem.(...). Mostra-se tudo. Mas trata-se de coisas que não se reduzem a uma simples explicação. O que é estranho é as pessoas de muito boa vontade admitirem encontrar na vida corrente uma série de elementos reais irracionais ou ambíguos e que essas mesmas pessoas se queixem também ao&amp;nbsp;encontrá-los também nas obras de arte, nos romances ou nos filmes, que, segundo presumem, deveriam apresentar&amp;nbsp;qualquer&amp;nbsp;coisa&amp;nbsp;de mais&amp;nbsp;tranquilizante &amp;nbsp;que o mundo real. Como se a obra fosse feita para explicar o mundo, para tranquilizar o homem acerca do mundo. Não penso que a arte seja feita para tranquilizar. Se o mundo é na verdade tão complexo, o que é necessário é encontrar a sua complexidade. (...) Mas seria necessário ir mais longe. Ficando por aqui parece supormos que a realidade existe fora da obra e isso mesmo não é inteiramente certo. Uma obra é uma espécie de consciência . Como na vida corrente, o mundo não existe inteiramente em a consciência que o apreende, e na obra de arte passa-se de certo modo o mesmo. As coisas narradas não existem verdadeiramente fora da narração que a obra de arte dá delas.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resnais,Robbe-Grillet et "Marienbad", &lt;i&gt;Cahiers du Cinema&lt;/i&gt;, (Setembro de 1961), entrevista de A. Labarthe e Jacques Rivette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/561387216521829308-443484424610858363?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/443484424610858363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/copia-certificada-2-proposito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/443484424610858363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/443484424610858363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/copia-certificada-2-proposito.html' title='Cópia certificada (2) - A propósito.....'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TQ59rK6HFDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SKWVPQO53Qw/s72-c/copiacertificada190010_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6913022522432406871</id><published>2010-12-19T15:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:24:40.643Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Cópia certificada (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdGwKt0tzgA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdGwKt0tzgA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Lale Andersen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gravou &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lili Marleen&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;composta&amp;nbsp;por Norbert Schultz, em 1939.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Houve quem não gostasse&amp;nbsp;dessa canção triste, sobre amantes separados, e J. Goebbels proibiu &amp;nbsp;não só a sua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;difusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;como as actuações de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lale, que não apareceu em público por nove meses, &amp;nbsp;não só por causa da canção, como pela sua amizade com Rolf Liebermann, judeu, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;outros artistas pouco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;gratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ao regime. Desesperada, Lale&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;tentaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;suicídio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Só voltaria a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;actuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;pouco antes o final da guerra &amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;sob determinadas condições, entre as quais a de não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cantar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lili Marleen e&lt;/i&gt; participar em acções de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;propaganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/561387216521829308-6913022522432406871?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6913022522432406871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/copia-certificada-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6913022522432406871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6913022522432406871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/copia-certificada-1.html' title='Cópia certificada (1)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-1536975366328870830</id><published>2010-12-16T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:57:20.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Um triplo sem gelo, sff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4IzqG7oP18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4IzqG7oP18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem se lembra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-1536975366328870830?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1536975366328870830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-triplo-sem-gelo-sff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1536975366328870830'/><link rel='self' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ec6TEZLkfU4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ec6TEZLkfU4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até terça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5966877048284243161?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5966877048284243161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-hoje-e-segunda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5966877048284243161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5966877048284243161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-hoje-e-segunda.html' title='Porque hoje é segunda'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7150307409621620560</id><published>2010-11-28T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:29:42.776Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Porque ainda é domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Quem se lembra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkAv95PQpyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkAv95PQpyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Ah!Non credea mirarti - Ah non giunge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Concerto&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;Lisboa, 1986.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Para acabar um domingo em sossego.&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/561387216521829308-7150307409621620560?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7150307409621620560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-ainda-e-domingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7150307409621620560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7150307409621620560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-ainda-e-domingo.html' title='Porque ainda é domingo'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-2149700130289077906</id><published>2010-11-26T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:09:37.470Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Porque hoje ainda vai ser sábado</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqbwraLF7p4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqbwraLF7p4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda há o John Lurie em "Permanent Vacations" .&lt;br /&gt;Até já&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-2149700130289077906?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/2149700130289077906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-hoje-ainda-vai-ser-sabado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2149700130289077906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/2149700130289077906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-hoje-ainda-vai-ser-sabado.html' title='Porque hoje ainda vai ser sábado'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7974307276810608487</id><published>2010-11-24T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:37:44.442Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que vou gostando e roubando'/><title type='text'>Poema de agradecimento à corja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TO0wuNeVC5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/XmwGROjodxY/s1600/JP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TO0wuNeVC5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/XmwGROjodxY/s200/JP.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Obrigado, excelências.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por nos destruírem o sonho e a oportunidade &lt;br /&gt;de vivermos felizes e em paz. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo exemplo que se esforçam em nos dar &lt;br /&gt;de como é possível viver sem vergonha, sem respeito e sem &lt;br /&gt;dignidade. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por nos roubarem. Por não nos perguntarem nada. &lt;br /&gt;Por não nos darem explicações. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por se orgulharem de nos tirar &lt;br /&gt;as coisas por que lutámos e às quais temos direito. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por nos tirarem até o sono. E a tranquilidade. E a alegria. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo cinzentismo, pela depressão, pelo desespero. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pela vossa mediocridade. &lt;br /&gt;E obrigado por aquilo que podem e não querem fazer. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por tudo o que não sabem e fingem saber. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por transformarem o nosso coração numa sala de espera. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por fazerem de cada um dos nossos dias &lt;br /&gt;um dia menos interessante que o anterior. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por nos exigirem mais do que podemos dar. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por nos darem em troca quase nada. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por não disfarçarem a cobiça, a corrupção, a indignidade. &lt;br /&gt;Pelo chocante imerecimento da vossa comodidade &lt;br /&gt;e da vossa felicidade adquirida a qualquer preço. &lt;br /&gt;E pelo vosso vergonhoso descaramento. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por nos ensinarem tudo o que nunca deveremos querer, &lt;br /&gt;o que nunca deveremos fazer, o que nunca deveremos aceitar. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por serem o que são. &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por serem como são. &lt;br /&gt;Para que não sejamos também assim. &lt;br /&gt;E para que possamos reconhecer facilmente &lt;br /&gt;quem temos de rejeitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Pessoa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;oaquim Pessoa nasceu no Barreiro em 1948. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Poeta, publicitário e pintor, é uma das vozes mais destacadas da poesia portuguesa do pós 25 de Abril, sendo considerado um "renovador" nesta área.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(roubei &amp;nbsp;à Teresa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-7974307276810608487?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7974307276810608487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/poema-de-agradecimento-corja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7974307276810608487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7974307276810608487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/poema-de-agradecimento-corja.html' title='Poema de agradecimento à corja'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TO0wuNeVC5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/XmwGROjodxY/s72-c/JP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3992423792716145493</id><published>2010-11-21T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:02:58.538Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zuttt...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...et puis'/><title type='text'>O problema mente-corpo (II)</title><content type='html'>Porque daqui a um cisco é segunda, ou  porque a crise não se foi enquanto estive fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WlBiLNN1NhQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WlBiLNN1NhQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ou por outra razão qualquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3992423792716145493?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3992423792716145493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-2460423631722763894</id><published>2010-11-09T14:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:02:04.482Z</updated><title type='text'>E a morte perderá o seu domínio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TNle6p9HxnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CLOPgvOFVxw/s1600/dylan+thomas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TNle6p9HxnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CLOPgvOFVxw/s200/dylan+thomas.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 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margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), falecido neste dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;E a morte perderá o seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;Nus, os homens mortos irão confundir-se&lt;br /&gt;com o homem no vento e na lua do poente;&lt;br /&gt;quando, descarnados e limpos, desaparecerem os ossos&lt;br /&gt;hão-de nos seus braços e pés brilhar as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que se tornem loucos permanecerá o espírito lúcido;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que sejam submersos pelo mar, eles hão-se ressurgir;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que os amantes se percam, continuará o amor;&lt;br /&gt;e a morte perderá o seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a morte perderá o seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que há muito repousam sobre as ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;não morrerão com a chegada do vento;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que, na roda da tortura, comecem&lt;br /&gt;os tendões a ceder, jamais se partirão;&lt;br /&gt;entre as suas mãos será destruída a fé&lt;br /&gt;e, como unicórnios, virá atravessá-los o sofrimento;&lt;br /&gt;embora sejam divididos eles manterão a sua unidade;&lt;br /&gt;e a morte perderá o seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a morte perderá o seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;Não hão-de gritar mais as gaivotas aos seus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;nem as vagas romper tumultuosamente nas praias;&lt;br /&gt;onde se abriu uma flor não poderá nenhuma flor&lt;br /&gt;erguer a sua corola em direcção à força das chuvas;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que estejam mortas e loucas, hão-de descer&lt;br /&gt;como pregos as suas cabeças pelas margaridas;&lt;br /&gt;é no sol que irrompem até que o sol se extinga,&lt;br /&gt;e a morte perderá o seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Thomas,&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;«A mão ao assinar este papel»,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Assírio e Alvim, 1998.- tradução de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fernando Guimarães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;roubado à&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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mente-corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoGErup6-xk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoGErup6-xk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Convenhamos: ele sempre há vida para lá do orçamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Um resto de boa &amp;nbsp;tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;(...o problema mente-corpo? Agora não, que vou &lt;i&gt;ouver&lt;/i&gt; outra vez.)&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/561387216521829308-1196685799382937311?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoGErup6-xk' title='O problema mente-corpo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/1196685799382937311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-problema-mente-corpo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1196685799382937311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/1196685799382937311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-problema-mente-corpo.html' title='O problema mente-corpo'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-7476568380825863077</id><published>2010-11-04T09:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:55:15.302Z</updated><title type='text'>Elogio da diversidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;O sistema educativo precisa de mudar?&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estará a mudar? &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nos EUA há mais testes, mais avaliação dos professores, as escolas são penalizadas se não conseguirem os resultados esperados, há rankings que desmoralizam os professores e os directores. O que é que se ganha com isso? Fala-se de eficiência para a educação como para a indústria automóvel e não se pode aplicar esse conceito nas escolas. Tem sido um desastre e em Portugal provavelmente também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Qual é o segredo das boas escolas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ter bons directores, bons professores, uma boa relação com a comunidade. Os professores é que são o sistema educativo e não o Ministério da Educação. É senso comum. Aceitamos a diversidade nos restaurantes, na arquitectura, na música. Em todo o lado procuramos a diversidade, por que não na escola? Queremos que estas sejam todas iguais, mas não são máquinas, são organismos vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se tratamos os alunos como se não fossem indivíduos, com talentos reconhecidos, eles não podem interessar-se pela escola. O sistema educativo mata a criatividade das crianças. Os políticos não compreendem e acham que a solução está em normalizar tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sabem que não resulta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não está a resultar, os alunos continuam a abandonar a escola. É preciso regressar às origens, a uma educação mais pessoal, mais comprometida, onde se criam oportunidades para as pessoas desenvolverem os seus talentos, seja na matemática ou a tocar violoncelo. A experiência diz-me que se descobrirmos uma coisa em que somos bons, conseguimos ser melhor em todas as outras em que somos menos bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Entrevista com Ken Robinson no Público hoje ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jornal.publico.pt/noticia/04-11-2010/aceitamos-a-diversidade-nos-restaurantes-na-arquitectura-por-que-nao-na-escola-20543177.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/561387216521829308-7476568380825863077?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jornal.publico.pt/noticia/04-11-2010/aceitamos-a-diversidade-nos-restaurantes-na-arquitectura-por-que-nao-na-escola-20543177.htm' title='Elogio da diversidade'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/7476568380825863077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/elogio-da-diversidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7476568380825863077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/7476568380825863077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/11/elogio-da-diversidade.html' title='Elogio da diversidade'/><author><name>Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12242677041610985243</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-4225056824376198331</id><published>2010-10-09T20:51:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:58:29.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><title type='text'>Elogio da metamorfose por Edgar Morin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quand un système est incapable de traiter ses problèmes vitaux, il se dégrade, se désintègre ou alors il est capable de susciter un meta-système à même de traiter ses problèmes : il se métamorphose. Le système Terre est incapable de s’organiser pour traiter ses problèmes vitaux : périls nucléaires qui s’aggravent avec la dissémination et peut-être la privatisation de l’arme atomique ; dégradation de la biosphère ; économie mondiale sans vraie régulation ; retour des famines ; conflits ethno-politico-religieux tendant à se développer en guerres de civilisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’amplification et l’accélération de tous ces processus peuvent être considérées comme le déchaînement d’un formidable feed-back négatif, processus par lequel se désintègre irrémédiablement un système.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le probable est la désintégration. L’improbable mais possible est la métamorphose.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qu’est-ce qu’une métamorphose ? Nous en voyons d’innombrables exemples dans le règne animal. La chenille qui s’enferme dans une chrysalide commence alors un processus à la fois d’autodestruction et d’autoreconstruction, selon une organisation et une forme de papillon, autre que la chenille, tout en demeurant le même. La naissance de la vie peut être conçue comme la métamorphose d’une organisation physico-chimique, qui, arrivée à un point de saturation, a créé la méta-organisation vivante, laquelle, tout en comportant les mêmes constituants physico-chimiques, a produit des qualités nouvelles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La formation des sociétés historiques, au Moyen-Orient, en Inde, en Chine, au Mexique, au Pérou constitue une métamorphose à partir d’un agrégat de sociétés archaïques de chasseurs-cueilleurs, qui a produit les villes, l’Etat, les classes sociales, la spécialisation du travail, les grandes religions, l’architecture, les arts, la littérature, la philosophie. Et cela aussi pour le pire : la guerre, l’esclavage. A partir du XXIe siècle se pose le problème de la métamorphose des sociétés historiques en une société-monde d’un type nouveau, qui engloberait les Etats-nations sans les supprimer. Car la poursuite de l’histoire, c’est-à-dire des guerres, par des Etats disposant des armes d’anéantissement, conduit à la quasi-destruction de l’humanité. Alors que, pour Fukuyama, les capacités créatrices de l’évolution humaine sont épuisées avec la démocratie représentative et l’économie libérale, nous devons penser qu’au contraire c’est l’histoire qui est épuisée et non les capacités créatrices de l’humanité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’idée de métamorphose, plus riche que l’idée de révolution, en garde la radicalité transformatrice, mais la lie à la conservation (de la vie, de l’héritage des cultures). Pour aller vers la métamorphose, comment changer de voie ? Mais s’il semble possible d’en corriger certains maux, il est impossible de même freiner le déferlement techno-scientifico-économico-civilisationnel qui conduit la planète aux désastres. Et pourtant l’Histoire humaine a souvent changé de voie. Tout commence, toujours, par une innovation, un nouveau message déviant, marginal, modeste, souvent invisible aux contemporains. Ainsi ont commencé les grandes religions : bouddhisme, christianisme, islam. Le capitalisme se développa en parasite des sociétés féodales pour finalement prendre son essor et, avec l’aide des royautés, les désintégrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La science moderne s’est formée à partir de quelques esprits déviants dispersés, Galilée, Bacon, Descartes, puis créa ses réseaux et ses associations, s’introduisit dans les universités au XIXe siècle, puis au XXe siècle dans les économies et les Etats pour devenir l’un des quatre puissants moteurs du vaisseau spatial Terre. Le socialisme est né dans quelques esprits autodidactes et marginalisés au XIXe siècle pour devenir une formidable force historique au XXe. Aujourd’hui, tout est à repenser. Tout est à recommencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tout en fait a recommencé, mais sans qu’on le sache. Nous en sommes au stade de commencements, modestes, invisibles, marginaux, dispersés. Car il existe déjà, sur tous les continents, un bouillonnement créatif, une multitude d’initiatives locales, dans le sens de la régénération économique, ou sociale, ou politique, ou cognitive, ou éducationnelle, ou éthique, ou de la réforme de vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ces initiatives ne se connaissent pas les unes les autres, nulle administration ne les dénombre, nul parti n’en prend connaissance. Mais elles sont le vivier du futur. Il s’agit de les reconnaître, de les recenser, de les collationner, de les répertorier, et de les conjuguer en une pluralité de chemins réformateurs. Ce sont ces voies multiples qui pourront, en se développant conjointement, se conjuguer pour former la voie nouvelle, laquelle nous mènerait vers l’encore invisible et inconcevable métamorphose. Pour élaborer les voies qui se rejoindront dans la Voie, il nous faut nous dégager d’alternatives bornées, auxquelles nous contraint le monde de connaissance et de pensée hégémoniques. Ainsi il faut à la fois mondialiser et démondialiser, croître et décroître, développer et envelopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’orientation mondialisation/démondialisation signifie que, s’il faut multiplier les processus de communication et de planétarisation culturelles, s’il faut que se constitue une conscience de « Terre-patrie », il faut aussi promouvoir, de façon démondialisante, l’alimentation de proximité, les artisanats de proximité, les commerces de proximité, le maraîchage périurbain, les communautés locales et régionales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’orientation « croissance/décroissance » signifie qu’il faut faire croître les services, les énergies vertes, les transports publics, l’économie plurielle dont l’économie sociale et solidaire, les aménagements d’humanisation des mégapoles, les agricultures et élevages fermiers et biologiques, mais décroître les intoxications consommationnistes, la nourriture industrialisée, la production d’objets jetables et non réparables, le trafic automobile, le trafic camion (au profit du ferroutage).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’orientation développement/enveloppement signifie que l’objectif n’est plus fondamentalement le développement des biens matériels, de l’efficacité, de la rentabilité, du calculable, il est aussi le retour de chacun sur ses besoins intérieurs, le grand retour à la vie intérieure et au primat de la compréhension d’autrui, de l’amour et de l’amitié.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Il ne suffit plus de dénoncer. Il nous faut maintenant énoncer. Il ne suffit pas de rappeler l’urgence. Il faut savoir aussi commencer par définir les voies qui conduiraient à la Voie. Ce à quoi nous essayons de contribuer. Quelles sont les raisons d’espérer ? Nous pouvons formuler cinq principes d’espérance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Le surgissement de l’improbable. Ainsi la résistance victorieuse par deux fois de la petite Athènes à la formidable puissance perse, cinq siècles avant notre ère, fut hautement improbable et permit la naissance de la démocratie et celle de la philosophie. De même fut inattendue la congélation de l’offensive allemande devant Moscou en automne 1941, puis improbable la contre-offensive victorieuse de Joukov commencée le 5 décembre, et suivie le 8 décembre par l’attaque de Pearl Harbor qui fit entrer les Etats-Unis dans la guerre mondiale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Les vertus génératrices/créatrices inhérentes à l’humanité. De même qu’il existe dans tout organisme humain adulte des cellules souches dotées des aptitudes polyvalentes (totipotentes) propres aux cellules embryonnaires, mais inactivées, de même il existe en tout être humain, en toute société humaine des vertus régénératrices, génératrices, créatrices à l’état dormant ou inhibé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Les vertus de la crise. En même temps que des forces régressives ou désintégratrices, les forces génératrices créatrices s’éveillent dans la crise planétaire de l’humanité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Ce à quoi se combinent les vertus du péril : « Là où croît le péril croît aussi ce qui sauve. » La chance suprême est inséparable du risque suprême.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. L’aspiration multimillénaire de l’humanité à l’harmonie (paradis, puis utopies, puis idéologies libertaire /socialiste/communiste, puis aspirations et révoltes juvéniles des années 1960). Cette aspiration renaît dans le grouillement des initiatives multiples et dispersées qui pourront nourrir les voies réformatrices, vouées à se rejoindre dans la voie nouvelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’espérance était morte. Les vieilles générations sont désabusées des faux espoirs. Les jeunes générations se désolent qu’il n’y ait plus de cause comme celle de notre résistance durant la seconde guerre mondiale. Mais notre cause portait en elle-même son contraire. Comme disait Vassili Grossman de Stalingrad, la plus grande victoire de l’humanité était en même temps sa plus grande défaite, puisque le totalitarisme stalinien en sortait vainqueur. La victoire des démocraties rétablissait du même coup leur colonialisme. Aujourd’hui, la cause est sans équivoque, sublime : il s’agit de sauver l’humanité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L’espérance vraie sait qu’elle n’est pas certitude. C’est l’espérance non pas au meilleur des mondes, mais en un monde meilleur. L’origine est devant nous, disait Heidegger. La métamorphose serait effectivement une nouvelle origine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 5.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edgar Morin, le 9 janvier 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 5.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Publié dans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le Monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 10 janvier 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-4225056824376198331?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4225056824376198331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/10/elogio-da-metamorfose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4225056824376198331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4225056824376198331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/10/elogio-da-metamorfose.html' title='Elogio da metamorfose por Edgar Morin'/><author><name>Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12242677041610985243</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3363595848579899597</id><published>2010-09-28T21:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:56:24.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para recomeçar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/SYXQWwTGSrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YWccaOKXOTA/s1600/peliculas08_44677_7772763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/SYXQWwTGSrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YWccaOKXOTA/s320/peliculas08_44677_7772763.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; 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margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O poder em si é&amp;nbsp;ilegítimo.O melhor governo não tem mais direito a ele do que o pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;tão&amp;nbsp;pernicioso, ou mais ainda, quando exercido de acordo com a opinião pública do que quando esta se lhe opõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Se todos os seres humanos, menos um, tives­sem uma opinião, e apenas uma pessoa tivesse a opinião contrária, os restantes seres humanos te­riam tanta justificação para silenciar essa pessoa como essa pessoa teria justificação para silenciar os restantes seres humanos, se tivesse poder para tal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Caso uma opinião constituísse um bem pes­soal sem qualquer valor excepto para quem a tem, e se ser impedido de usufruir desse bem constituísse apenas um dano privado, faria alguma diferença se o dano estava a ser infligido apenas so­bre algumas pessoas, ou sobre muitas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o mal particular em silenciar a expressão de uma opinião é que constitui um roubo à humanidade; à posteridade, bem coma à geração actual; àqueles que discordam da opinião, mais ainda do que àqueles que a sustentam. Se a opinião for cor­recta, ficarão privados da oportunidade de trocar erro por verdade; se estiver errada, perdem uma impressão mais clara e viva da verdade, produ­zida pela sua confrontação com o erro - o que constitui um benefício quase igualmente grande. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .05pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .05pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;John Stuart Mill, &lt;i&gt;Sobre a Liberdade, 1859, &lt;/i&gt;(trad. de Pedro Madeira, p. 51 )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/561387216521829308-3363595848579899597?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3363595848579899597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-recomecar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3363595848579899597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3363595848579899597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/09/para-recomecar.html' title='Para recomeçar...'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/SYXQWwTGSrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YWccaOKXOTA/s72-c/peliculas08_44677_7772763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-6617476823592856273</id><published>2010-06-30T12:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:09:27.951+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><title type='text'>O paradoxo da Liberdade (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TCsvs7HyGjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lyoGUn9e0-M/s1600/Liberdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TCsvs7HyGjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lyoGUn9e0-M/s320/Liberdade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Por estes dias, quando se cruzam na comunicação escândalos políticos com despedimentos e falências, sempre justificadas pelo discurso mais reles e soez que é o da propaganda da crise, com guerras justas para as partes beligerantes e injustas nos seu efeitos colaterais, com as trocas de acusações quase a roçarem, pelo seu ridículo, as noções de “terrorismo de ou contra o estado” , mais a disciplina de voto imposta aos deputados, quando há questões (im) pertinentes em voto, descubro que todos temos uma palavra a dizer. Mal ou bem, com maior ou menor acuidade, a sério ou a brincar, mas sempre no legitimo exercício do direito à livre expressão das ideias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuo interpelado pela questão da liberdade e pelos seus limites. Esta interrogação sobressai, sobretudo num momento político e económico como o que atravessamos, nos debates recentes sobre a liberdade de expressão e os discursos do ódio, da xenofobia, do racismo, da homofobia. Do exercício da prepotência global do grande poder até ao seu macaquear pelos pequenos poderes. O medo é, hoje, uma permanência e uma realidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perante o sentir do medo, que lentamente se instala em todos, com a inerente capa da subserviência e da bajulação mesquinha pergunto-me: até onde pode ir o puro exercício da liberdade? Por exemplo, a liberdade de expressão ou o exercício da liberdade de associação? Ou apenas o direito a dizer :‘não aceito’?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Sir Ralf Dahrendorf &amp;nbsp;entende que &amp;nbsp;«by freedom or liberty we mean the absence of coercion. Human beings are free to the extent to which they are able to take their own decisions. A state of freedom, or liberty, provides the conditions which minimize coercion. » (2007,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Dictionary of Liberal Thougt,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;125).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Em &lt;i&gt;Liberalismo e os Limites da Justiça,&lt;/i&gt; (2005, F.C.Gulbenkian), Michael Sandel apresenta a sentença, de 1965, do Juiz Frank Johnson. Esta decisão iria permitir a marcha em defesa dos direitos civis dos negros encabeçada por de Martin Luther King, de Selma até Montgomory, ocupando parcialmente uma auto-estrada. Os segregacionistas do Sul não aceitavam que Martin Luther King se manifestasse nas suas comunidades, e entre os argumentos apresentados contava-se o da perturbação global que iraia causar a cupação, pelos mnifestantes da auto-estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em simultâneo os residentes no bairro residencial de SKokie não queriam permitir uma manifestação neo-nazi no seu bairro. Para os sobreviventes do Holocausto, residentes no bairro e unidos por uma memória comum, uma manifestação neo-nazi era um insulto, destinado a provocar o medo e evocar os horrores da memória. Mas, por analogia, os segregacionistas poderiam argumentar que, encontrando-se igualmente unidos por memórias comuns, seriam profundamente molestados pela mensagem que os manifestantes representavam. Contra o próprio governador do Alabama , George Wallace, que tentou impedir a realização da marcha de protesto encabeçada por Luther King, o Juiz Johnson « reconheceu que os estados detêm o direito de adoptar legislação sobre o uso das auto-estradas, e que uma multidão em marcha numa auto-estrada roçava os limites do “constitucionalmente permissível”. Contudo, ordenou ao estado que autorizasse a marcha, com base na justiça da causa que lhe estava subjacente.”O alcance do direito de reunião, de manifestação e de marcha pacífica ao longo das auto-estradas’ argumentou, “deve ser perspectivado proporcionalmente à enormidade dos males contra os quais se está a protestar e a apresentar petições. Neste caso concretos os males são horrendos. O alcance do direito de organizar manifestações contra estes males, deve ser definido tendo estes em conta.”» (16-18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A decisão do juiz não iria ajudar a pretensão dos nazis de Skokie, porque faz depender o exercício de um direito de um juízo substantivo acerca daquilo que esse exercício visa promover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paradoxal? Penso que não.&amp;nbsp;Continua, sim, a ficar muito por dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-6617476823592856273?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6617476823592856273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-paradoxo-da-liberdade-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6617476823592856273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6617476823592856273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-paradoxo-da-liberdade-1.html' title='O paradoxo da Liberdade (1)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TCsvs7HyGjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lyoGUn9e0-M/s72-c/Liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3003594220722708209</id><published>2010-06-20T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:33:34.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ó Evaristo tens cá disto?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><title type='text'>Intervenção de Cohn Bendit no PE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wg5SU_bDNsA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wg5SU_bDNsA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós por cá? Por agora somos Navegadores. Amanhã não sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, isto foi roubado à Teresa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3003594220722708209?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3003594220722708209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/intervencao-de-cohn-bendit-no-pe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3003594220722708209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3003594220722708209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/intervencao-de-cohn-bendit-no-pe.html' title='Intervenção de Cohn Bendit no PE'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-5693982050917163046</id><published>2010-06-15T17:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:14:52.832+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>T.I.N.A.   (There Is no Alternative )(3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TBenAgCHiHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/N6JXe9UJJ2k/s1600/daniel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TBenAgCHiHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/N6JXe9UJJ2k/s200/daniel.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;. A mensagem que acaba, implicitamente, por nos ser veiculada é que o reino do capital é eterno, que este configura o nosso mundo e que, a este mundo, não é possível escapar. Se formos além do sistema, se questionarmos os seus fundamentos e o que está na origem dos grandes problemas actuais, seja qual for o ponto de vista que escolhamos, a resposta parece ser apenas uma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;T.I.N.A. – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;there is no alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;sta sigla penetrou de forma insidiosa a nossa concepção do mundo, minou-a de tal forma, que é hoje premissa assumida do debate político.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Resta saber como cabe à esquerda lidar com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Vexata Questio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;: o que é hoje a esquerda? Não é mais do que uma forma, entre outras de gestão do capital e da estrutura capitalista do poder; dirá Negri numa das suas frases lapidares, «cada socialista conserva o esqueleto do capital no armário». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Só raciocinando de uma forma radical podemos definir os fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;damentos de uma nova esquerda, assumido, frontalmente, as grandes questões fracturantes do nosso tempo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;- a função que o trabalho assume na nossa sociedade e que, pese embora as mutações constantes a que assistimos, é ainda uma mercadoria especializada, numa sociedade onde os bens continuam a ser estimados pelo valor de troca e não pelo valor de uso. Em articulação com esta questão emerge uma outra: a classe trabalhadora, alterada profundamente pelas novas relações produtivas, pela mobilidade constante do trabalhador, pelo trabalho precário, constitui-se, ela ainda, como o motor histórico da transformação social? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;- Que resposta dar à globalização? Esta, se introduz bem-estar rápido em zonas que demorariam mais tempo a desenvolverem-se, põe, igualmente, em evidência as enormes desigualdades, as diferenças de riqueza em todo o planeta: como lidar com a vasta massa que vive abaixo do limiar da pobreza e se torna, por essa razão, o principal municiador dos movimentos de violência estruturada ou de anomia social?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;- Como acomodar o problema da igualdade que, cada vez mais, não se esgota na questão da riqueza e da distribuição dos bens? A discriminação racial não abrandou, a discriminação face aos estrangeiros tem vido a exibir novas formas de virulência e a conquistar novos apaniguados, a emancipação feminina continua a exibir pecados velhos em roupagens novas. Neste sentido como pensar o igualitarismo na acepção mais profunda do termo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; O igualitairismo leva-nos á questão da democracia. A experiência da “esquerda totalitária” mostrou-nos como são cruciais as liberdades formais: associação, expressão, sufrágio. Contudo, se estas não forem preenchidas com conteúdo social, a sua simples enunciação não será suficiente. Precisamos de uma reinvenção da democracia que se aplique á gestão do comum –« como série completa de instrumentos de permuta entre sujeitos que se tornou rede de valor de uso, subsumido na liberdade»(2007,Negri,133)- a esquerda é nova e democrática quando se aplica á construção de redes de cooperação igualitária cada vez mais amplas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; O livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que milénio , o deles ou o nosso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;foi publicado em 1999 e, descrito por muitos como a "magnum opus" de Daniel Singer,&amp;nbsp; desafia a ideia de que não existe alternativa (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_is_no_alternative" title="There is no alternative"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;ere is no alternativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;) ao capitalismo: «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Que Milénio : o deles ou o nosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;? é fundamentalmente um gesto de revolta contra a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;TINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, uma recusa da religião da resignação dominante e do seu aliado natural, a desresponsabilização. Não estamos presos ao sistema e ninguém poderá impedir-nos de olhar para lá do horizonte capitalista. Não podemos limitar-nos a lavar daí as nossas mãos e a fazer de conta. Não estamos condenados pelo destino à impotência e à inacção»&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Utopia? Porque não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&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/561387216521829308-5693982050917163046?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5693982050917163046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/tina-there-is-no-alternative-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5693982050917163046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5693982050917163046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/tina-there-is-no-alternative-3.html' title='T.I.N.A.   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(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TBNqOXpKX2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/12-LUpqRbNk/s1600/anarquistas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/TBNqOXpKX2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/12-LUpqRbNk/s200/anarquistas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Jean Ziegler exerceu e creio que ainda exerce &amp;nbsp;na ONU as funções o relator especial da Comissão dos Direitos do Homem sobre o direito à alimentação. Em «&lt;i&gt;O Império da Vergonha» &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ASA:2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, acusa a multinacionalização e monopolização de se cons&lt;/span&gt;tituírem como os vectores fundamentais do modo de produção capitalista, num processo de refeudalização e autonomização do capital que gera um conjunto minoritário de grupos financeiros mundialmente poderosos, com poder de desafiarem os direitos normativos dos estados e o interesse geral. Gera-se , afirma, um novo despotismo que mostra uma fria arrogância face aos estados e às suas leis e que pratica a chantagem da deslocação. Se as suas pretensões não forem satisfeitas – garantirem margens de lucro ainda mais elevadas – ameaçam sindicatos e governos com o encerramento das suas unidades produtivas e a consequente instalação das mesmas em paragens mais acolhedoras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 10.1pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;São estes os novos senhores feudais do planeta globalizado, que Ziegler designa por “cosmocratas”, em cuja primeira fila figuram os dirigentes das grandes empresas transcontinentais. Os cosmocratas «têm horror a qualquer ideia de intervenção voluntarista no livre jogo do mercado. E longe de encararem a redistribuição, nem que seja de uma pequena parte dos seus lucros supérfluos, eles continuam a suprimir; às centenas de milhares os postos de trabalho, a reduzir os salários, a restringir as despesas sociais e a realizar fusões á custa dos assalariados» (p.33). O único motor destes novos senhores feudais é a acumulação dos ganhos privados, a extensão continuada do poder e eliminação de todos os obstáculos sociais. A análise de Ziegler, constantemente fundamentada em relatórios, estatísticas e gráficos de organismos tão insuspeitos como a OMS, a UNICEF ou a FAO, estende-se desde a denúncia da investigação, produção e experimentação de novos medicamentos, da corrupção e da pilhagem dos tesouros públicos dos países do terceiro mundo, da manutenção artificial da divida externa dos países pobres, até ao fenómeno da produção de produtos agrícolas geneticamente modificados, blindadas por patentes de tal forma restritivas que se tornam uma fonte de lucros astronómicos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 10.1pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quando olhamos para o panorama geral mundial, para lá do nosso pequeno umbigo inflamado de crise,a imagem da desigualdade é impressionante e configura as principais questões do nosso tempo: a exploração internacional e a divisão hierárquica do trabalho, o racismo, a discriminação de género. Face a este diálogo global-local, são apresentados focos de resistência às injustiças que a nova ordem mundial não pára de criar: o conjunto de redes associativistas na Etiópia, o programa “Fome zero” do Brasil, entre outros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 10.1pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. Programas locais que a geo-estratégia económica se encarrega de eliminar, se não pela força, pelo menos pelo silêncio, que é uma força ainda &amp;nbsp;maior. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 10.1pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp; parece não existir alternativa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Publicar mensagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-6142143176949328322?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/6142143176949328322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/tina-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6142143176949328322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/6142143176949328322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/06/tina-2.html' title='T.I.N.A (There Is No Alternative) ? (2)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/TBNqOXpKX2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/12-LUpqRbNk/s72-c/anarquistas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-8717036281031003581</id><published>2010-05-13T00:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:43:49.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><title type='text'>T.I.N.A.   (There Is no Alternative ) ?   (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S-s-pro2WZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ei6Ir03ELZs/s1600/TINA1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S-s-pro2WZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ei6Ir03ELZs/s320/TINA1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumamos uma mistura de livros, no mínimo, peculiar: «O Transporte para San Cristóbal de A.H» de George Steiner &lt;a href="file:///E:/Fernando%20Mouro%20Bkup/Documents/Blogue/alagauche/TINA.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, « O Império da Vergonha» de Jean Ziegler&lt;a href="file:///E:/Fernando%20Mouro%20Bkup/Documents/Blogue/alagauche/TINA.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e «Que milénio: o deles ou o nosso ?» de Daniel Singer&lt;a href="file:///E:/Fernando%20Mouro%20Bkup/Documents/Blogue/alagauche/TINA.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;«O transporte para San Cristóbal de A.H», aparecido na &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Kenyon Review&lt;/i&gt; ,em 1979, publicado sob a forma de livro em 1981 e&amp;nbsp; passado ao palco posteriormente, aparece como um dos trabalhos mais controversos de G. Steiner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma unidade de comando israelita captura o nonagenário Adolfo Hitler (A.H) que, desde a queda do III Reich vive escondido na selva amazónica. No transporte para San Cristóbal, onde, supostamente, A.H. será entregue à justiça, os membros do comando vão sucumbindo à doença, à exaustão, à selva. Temendo não atingir com vida o seu destino, e apesar de alertados para o poder venenoso da oratória de A.H., este é julgado num tribunal de campo. A defesa de A.H., que ocupa o último capítulo, subverte, com magistral e demoníaca qualidade, a ascensão do Nacional-socialismo e o &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mal singular&lt;/i&gt; manifestado na solução final: o defensor argumenta que a sua guerra contra os judeus não pode ser descrita como uma simples narrativa entre bons e maus, entre agressores e vítimas, mas constitui algo de mais profundo, um afloramento mais do &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mal universal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não cometo a injustiça (ou o acto de ignorância) de imputar a Steiner a tentativa, quer de branquear o Holocausto, quer, no mínimo, de o reduzir a uma quase menoridade histórica , oportunistamente inflacionada por algum discurso politico. Pelo contrário, A.H. é apresentado por Steiner como a encarnação do verdadeiro mal, que nele se manifesta com um caminho tortuoso e enigmático, imanente à humanidade no seu todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De todos os argumentos da defesa de A.H respigo apenas um, talvez o menos relevante na economia da obra, talvez um dos menores e, talvez por isso, o mais facilmente assimilável:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;« Quando me virei contra os judeus ninguém veio em seu auxílio. Ninguém. França, Inglaterra, Rússia (…) nem mesmo a América pejada de judeus. Ficaram contentes por ter aparecido o exterminador… Foi, reconheço-o um tempo feio. Mas eu não criei a sua fealdade e não fui o pior. Quantos pigmeus desgraçados das florestas os vossos amigos belgas assassinaram sem contemplações ou deixaram morrer de fome e sífilis quando violaram o Congo? (…)&amp;nbsp; O que foi Roterdão ou Coventry, comparados com Dresden ou Hiroshima ?Não sou eu que me saio pior no negro jogo dos números. Inventei os campos? Perguntem aos &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Boers&lt;/i&gt;. (…) Quantos judeus matou Estaline? (…) Num mundo que torturou prisioneiros políticos, lançou napalm sobre aldeões nus, que despojou a Terra de plantas e animais. Que fez estas coisa e continua a fazê-las completamente sem a minha ajuda e muito depois de eu (…) ser dado como extinto» (216-219).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Convenhamos: este argumento, que equipara, pelas consequências negativas, a direita e a esquerda, constitui uma das fundamentações possíveis para que o discurso de ambas seja visto como intersubstituível, é um mau argumento. E, pior, o principal contra argumento é, igualmente, fraco: por exemplo, o estalinismo, enquanto prática política e económica de uma certa esquerda, corresponde à perversão de uma fundamentação inicial eticamente aceitável; o Nacional-socialismo nada mais é do que a aplicação de uma fundamentação inicial eticamente reprovável. Como contra argumento não é famoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O problema reside no facto de qualquer uma destas perspectivas colher, sobretudo no último quartel do século XX, inúmeros seguidores que vão imputar à esquerda desvios para formas de organização marcadamente totalitárias, do ponto de vista da dinâmica social e, consequentemente, estruturalmente ineficazes do ponto de vista económico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta dicotomia torna-se, em grande parte, responsável por sedimentar a ficção da distinção entre uma esquerda totalitária, passível de todas as ineficácias e atrocidades, e uma esquerda democrática, moderna, paredes meias convivente com a economia de mercado, conivente com a prédica da doutrina dominante, a do lucro, como a única forma possível de relação entre os seres humanos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É, parece não existir alternativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///E:/Fernando%20Mouro%20Bkup/Documents/Blogue/alagauche/TINA.doc#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gradiva:2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn2" style="mso-element: footnote;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///E:/Fernando%20Mouro%20Bkup/Documents/Blogue/alagauche/TINA.doc#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ASA:2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn3" style="mso-element: footnote;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///E:/Fernando%20Mouro%20Bkup/Documents/Blogue/alagauche/TINA.doc#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Campo da Comunicação: 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-8717036281031003581?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/8717036281031003581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/05/tina-there-is-no-alternative-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8717036281031003581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/8717036281031003581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/05/tina-there-is-no-alternative-1.html' title='T.I.N.A.   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É professor de saxofone no Hot Clube de Portugal e na Universidade Lusíada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O espaço é o do Hot Clube, ainda se lembram?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E vai tocar à Trama.Dia 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-299720692550612774?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/299720692550612774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/desiderio-lazaro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/299720692550612774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/299720692550612774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/desiderio-lazaro.html' title='Desidério Lázaro'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3095046895838244850</id><published>2010-04-27T22:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:43:49.957+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de que eu gosto'/><title type='text'>Esteve no CCB....</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTGfbYtw1e4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTGfbYtw1e4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....e foi (mesmo) uma festa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-3095046895838244850?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3095046895838244850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/esteve-no-ccb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3095046895838244850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3095046895838244850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/esteve-no-ccb.html' title='Esteve no CCB....'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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-561387216521829308.post-5548296268886083972</id><published>2010-04-21T01:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:43:49.959+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><title type='text'>25 de Abril,sempre (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S85DDWAe2KI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Z5Hm6mRL0Qs/s1600/25+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S85DDWAe2KI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Z5Hm6mRL0Qs/s200/25+2.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 36 anos atrás, &amp;nbsp;tinha 19 anos e acreditava nos "amanhãs que cantam". Hoje, só&amp;nbsp;me resta a esperança&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;a canção&amp;nbsp;não desafine mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-5548296268886083972?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/5548296268886083972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-de-abrilsempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5548296268886083972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/5548296268886083972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-de-abrilsempre.html' title='25 de Abril,sempre (?)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/S85DDWAe2KI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Z5Hm6mRL0Qs/s72-c/25+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-762802248232428272</id><published>2010-04-15T23:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:43:49.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havemos de lá chegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politiquices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educação'/><title type='text'>O especialista instantâneo ou de como o altar da opinião é o lugar-comum (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S8eYzScyptI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Miob3tcDk1E/s1600/sisifo-agrande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S8eYzScyptI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Miob3tcDk1E/s200/sisifo-agrande.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Começa a dizer-se em público o que há muito tempo era apenas sussurrado e intuído: o poder teme o que não controla e o que tem por obrigação ser isento e incorruptível. E esse temor fez-se sentir desde o princípio da anterior legislatura nos rostos da justiça, da educação e da saúde. Como tal, havia que silenciá-los, submetê-los e controlá-los.&lt;br /&gt;A estratégia de controlo destes sectores pautou-se por uma simplicidade totalmente eficaz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) em primeiro lugar, procedendo-se à manipulação da opinião pública contra os seus corpos profissionais, manipulação tanto mais eficaz porquanto veiculava a mensagem que , em pleno século XXI, os portugueses se encontrariam reféns de classes profissionais cujos estatuto, proventos e privilégios se situariam a montante da sua eficácia produtiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)em segundo lugar, criando, de rompante , um corpus legislativo no qual a coberto da introdução de inovações legais, se instituíam mecanismos de controlo e domesticação de juízes, e professores, para citar os corpos socioprofissionais que me são mais próximos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Melhoraram, contudo, estes sectores? Penso que não.&lt;br /&gt;Falemos da justiça.&lt;br /&gt;A justiça continua a ser um dos grandes temas de discussão e a ela são assacados as grandes responsabilidades da impunidade de actuação dos responsáveis pela criminalidade em Portugal. Num estado cada vez mais judicializado, no qual o diálogo, a moderação, a intermediação construtiva se vê substituída pelo recurso aos tribunais, é notória a preocupação em evitar a intervenção do poder judicial, enquanto forma de garantir o exercício isento e transparente do poder democrático.&lt;br /&gt;É fácil, no que toca à justiça, manipular a opinião pública, porque estão, normalmente, em jogo sentimentos pessoalizados, que se objectivam em representações colectivas. No que a esta se refere, vemos que os grandes processos nascem, crescem e morrem nos meios de comunicação. A impunidade de quem, alegadamente, praticou actos ilícitos não foi sequer beliscada. Por ter sido provada a sua inocência? Não. Na sua quase totalidade, pelo recurso a expedientes de carácter técnico-jurídico, pelo jogo temporal das prescrições, por actos que, aos leigos na matéria, passam despercebidos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos claros: enquanto rostos do estado de direito, aos juízes está vedado, por força das normas em vigor e pelo excesso de garantismo que decorre do “politicamente correcto”, o exercício autónomo do seu poder de soberania. Não são mais que meros executores da administração pública, cujo dever de prestação de contas perante a sociedade civil tem vindo a ser substancialmente agravado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo se diga da educação.&lt;br /&gt;Com mais ou menos sorrisos e simpatia toda a estratégia se pauta, ainda hoje, pelo esforço de menorização de uma classe profissional, a dos professores, obrigada ao diálogo com a escola tecnológica, um diálogo viciado para consumo da imprensa, das empresas, e da opinião pública. A educação descobre-se confrontada com uma nova razão, a razão estratégica e instrumental, que actua em nome de uma qualidade de ensino que pouco mais é do que uma medida de contenção de custos imediatos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O paradoxo é que, num certo sentido, nos encontramos mais perto dos problemas colocados na primeira metade do século XX, do que aqueles que&amp;nbsp;já herdamos&amp;nbsp;para o&amp;nbsp;século XXI, confrontados com um capitalismo cínico, travestido, as mais das vezes, de neoliberalismo e &amp;nbsp;seguro de ser a única via possível de organização razoável da sociedade actual. Sintomático é, por exemplo, que, relativamente aos professores, a opinião pública subscreva e legitime um “novo” sistema de avaliação, puramente retórico e fantasioso – que na prática permanece instrumento de desestabilização individual e de criação de obstáculos na progressão da carreira –, mal privilegiada a avaliação científica, essa sim&amp;nbsp; fundamental para o trabalho pedagógico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Se deve constituir reivindicação de cidadania exigir ao Estado a prestação e responsabilização dos actos praticados, deve constituir uma luta, igualmente importante, a democratização da informação e de fiscalização dos seus conteúdos, numa perspectiva de pluralismo, isenção e independência. É nesta última exigência que se deve exigir que aos órgãos aos quais está cometida esta tarefa, sejam atribuídas todas as condições para o exercício das suas funções, ao arrepio de quaisquer formas de pressão ou de intimidação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-762802248232428272?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/762802248232428272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-especialista-instantaneo-ou-de-como-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/762802248232428272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/762802248232428272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-especialista-instantaneo-ou-de-como-o.html' title='O especialista instantâneo ou de como o altar da opinião é o lugar-comum (2)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/S8eYzScyptI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Miob3tcDk1E/s72-c/sisifo-agrande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-3395897751213519366</id><published>2010-04-03T12:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:43:49.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da memória (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S7coUCai9XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c_VRdm7F0n8/s1600/JoseRegio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S7coUCai9XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c_VRdm7F0n8/s200/JoseRegio.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cântico Negro &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vem por aqui" - dizem-me alguns com olhos doces, &lt;br /&gt;Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros &lt;br /&gt;De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse &lt;br /&gt;Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui!" &lt;br /&gt;Eu olho os com olhos lassos, &lt;br /&gt;(Há nos meus olhos ironias e cansaços) &lt;br /&gt;E cruzo os braços, &lt;br /&gt;E nunca vou por ali... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha glória é esta: &lt;br /&gt;Criar desumanidade! &lt;br /&gt;Não acompanhar ninguém. &lt;br /&gt;- Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade &lt;br /&gt;Com que rasguei o ventre a minha Mãe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde &lt;br /&gt;Me levam meus próprios passos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde, &lt;br /&gt;Porque me repetis: "Vem por aqui"? &lt;br /&gt;Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos, &lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhar aos ventos, &lt;br /&gt;Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos, &lt;br /&gt;A ir por aí... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vim ao mundo, foi &lt;br /&gt;Só para desflorar florestas virgens, &lt;br /&gt;E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada! &lt;br /&gt;O mais que faço não vale nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, pois, sereis vós &lt;br /&gt;Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas e coragem &lt;br /&gt;Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos? &lt;br /&gt;Corre nas vossas veias sangue velho dos avós. &lt;br /&gt;E vós amais o que é fácil! &lt;br /&gt;Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem, &lt;br /&gt;Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ide! Tendes estradas, &lt;br /&gt;Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros, &lt;br /&gt;Tendes pátrias, tendes tectos, &lt;br /&gt;E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios. &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a minha Loucura! &lt;br /&gt;Levanto-a como um facho, a arder na noite escura, &lt;br /&gt;E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus e o Diabo é que me guiam, mais ninguém. &lt;br /&gt;Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe; &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo, &lt;br /&gt;Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções! &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me peça definições! &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me diga: "vem por aqui"! &lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou. &lt;br /&gt;É uma onda que se alevantou. &lt;br /&gt;É um átomo a mais que se animou... &lt;br /&gt;Não sei por onde vou, &lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde vou, &lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vou por aí! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Régio (1901-1969)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Porque&amp;nbsp; uma antiga aluna me lembrou hoje, e já a lá vão quase 25 anos, que foi assim que começámos dois anos de aulas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/561387216521829308-3395897751213519366?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/3395897751213519366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoria-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3395897751213519366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/3395897751213519366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoria-3.html' title='Da memória (3)'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/S7coUCai9XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/c_VRdm7F0n8/s72-c/JoseRegio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561387216521829308.post-4355225762661943661</id><published>2010-03-28T14:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:43:49.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O especialista instantâneo ou de como o altar da opinião é o lugar-comum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S69FbWL7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XCyC_Eg1llY/s1600/Calasso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1w5BySXCiaM/S69FbWL7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XCyC_Eg1llY/s320/Calasso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Roberto Calasso (n. 1941), ficcionista, ensaísta, editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O título é sugerido pelo ensaio &lt;em&gt;Da Opinião&lt;/em&gt; de Roberto Calasso (&lt;i&gt;Os quarenta e nove degraus&lt;/i&gt;, Livros Cotovia, 1998).&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da linha definidora do conjunto de ensaios (note-se que a edição portuguesa não publica alguns) remeter para um plano de interpretação ao qual sou alheio, interessam-me as páginas, fortíssimas, consagradas à opinião enquanto algo que oculta o pensamento, que “come o pensamento”. E aqui o autor tem um destinatário específico que é a imprens,: mais precisamente, o do contexto em que a imprensa, produzida nos espaços de debate, se tornou produção de opinião em si mesma. &lt;br /&gt;Cito Calasso: «outrora, os filósofos costumavam partir da evidência que agora desapareceu (….) a opinião ficou a descoberto como o último alicerce, ocultando multidões de vermes, algumas iguanas e poucas e velhas serpentes (…) Porque a opinião é acima de tudo um poder formal, um virtuosismo que aumenta constantemente que ataca todos os materiais. A opinião troça de nós ao aceitar qualquer sentido, o que nos impede de a reconhecer pelas teses que apresenta (…) engole o pensamento e reprodu-lo em termos idênticos, apenas com ligeiras variantes» (27-28).&lt;br /&gt;Interessa-me, por isso, o modo como a opinião&amp;nbsp;absorve o&amp;nbsp;pensamento, manipula a liberdade de análise e de expressão, curto circuita&amp;nbsp; o trabalho de elaboração racional e colectiva, agora reservados &amp;nbsp;a uma nova classe especializada: a dos profissionais da opinião.&lt;br /&gt;Que tem isto a ver connosco? Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nada, a partir do momento em que a liberdade de expressão não se veja intoxicada no altar da opinião publica. Roberto Calasso cita, em epígrafe, Karl Kraus - impiedoso crítico deste fenómeno - que escreveu, em 1921, “no princípio era a Imprensa / e depois apareceu o mundo”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561387216521829308-4355225762661943661?l=fenandomouro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/feeds/4355225762661943661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-especialista-instantaneo-ou-de-como-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4355225762661943661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561387216521829308/posts/default/4355225762661943661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fenandomouro.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-especialista-instantaneo-ou-de-como-o.html' title='O especialista instantâneo ou de como o altar da opinião é o lugar-comum'/><author><name>F.Mouro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10360481832801492042</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/_1w5BySXCiaM/S69FbWL7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XCyC_Eg1llY/s72-c/Calasso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
