<?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-5023455474039971853</id><updated>2012-01-20T12:03:12.883Z</updated><category term='o meu lado verde'/><category term='fotografia'/><category term='dança'/><category term='coisas'/><category term='fome de ossos'/><category term='prosa e poesia'/><category term='os meus pareceres'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='música'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='Direito'/><category term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Fome De Ossos</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque há sempre uma excepção que confirma uma regra.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7090811149227455189</id><published>2012-01-08T22:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:57:58.713Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>A Game Of Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiaBAfyTnak/TwocT_MnMMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qUYUDdIMxWA/s1600/5867436.bin.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiaBAfyTnak/TwocT_MnMMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qUYUDdIMxWA/s320/5867436.bin.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Disse &lt;a href="http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/sherlock-holmes.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; que esperava pelo segundo e esperei mesmo... adoro Sherlock Holmes e contínuo a adorar. O filme está igualmente bom, a história igualmente interessante, o guarda-roupa igualmente bonito... o Robert igual a si próprio. E agora até puseram uma cigana na história. *.*&lt;br /&gt;Novamente: adorei tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fico à espera do terceiro. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7090811149227455189?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7090811149227455189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2012/01/game-of-shadows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7090811149227455189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7090811149227455189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2012/01/game-of-shadows.html' title='A Game Of Shadows'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiaBAfyTnak/TwocT_MnMMI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qUYUDdIMxWA/s72-c/5867436.bin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5007289625471640645</id><published>2012-01-07T21:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:15:22.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Colocar redutor de caudal nas torneiras cá de casa!</title><content type='html'>Podem ver &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGQdi2An0MU"&gt;este vídeo&lt;/a&gt; para perceber a água que se poupa ao usar redutores.&lt;br /&gt;Nós comprámos um kit de redutores por €6, no Leroy Merlin... mas cada um andava à volta de €1 e pouco, o nosso kit tinha três redutores de lavatório e um de duche mais três ou quatro borrachinhas para o caso de ser preciso substituir as que já temos.&lt;br /&gt;São muito fáceis de colocar e em nada prejudicam a nossa utilização da água!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;poupa-se água, poupa-se dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5007289625471640645?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5007289625471640645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2012/01/colocar-redutor-de-caudal-nas-torneiras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5007289625471640645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5007289625471640645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2012/01/colocar-redutor-de-caudal-nas-torneiras.html' title='Colocar redutor de caudal nas torneiras cá de casa!'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8493190301632128274</id><published>2011-11-13T11:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:49:15.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Ensalada Vicentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ZCFAowD7s/Tr-lXnmxGhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/39zSqw9QWOs/s1600/Ensalada+Vicentina+%255B0473%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ZCFAowD7s/Tr-lXnmxGhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/39zSqw9QWOs/s400/Ensalada+Vicentina+%255B0473%255D.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, fui ao &lt;a href="http://www.pedevento.pt/"&gt;Teatro Da Vilarinha&lt;/a&gt; ver a peça "Ensalada Vicentina" (paguei o preço de um bilhete de cinema).&lt;br /&gt;A peça é uma união de textos de Gil Vicente: "O Auto Da Visitação", "O Velho Da Horta" e "O Pranto De Maria Parda". E com apenas dois actores e uma estrutura de madeira a representar uma praça se criou uma peça muito boa que faria Gil Vicente aplaudir, estou certa. &lt;br /&gt;Os actores: Rui Spranger e Patrícia Queirós estiveram muito bem, decorando aquelas falas de um tipo de linguagem que já não é usada e acredito que custe imenso decorar. Tenho, no entanto, que evidenciar o trabalho da actriz Patrícia Queirós que cantou a Cançoneta &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(extraída do Auto Pastoril Castelhano)&lt;/span&gt; e a Cantiga &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(fólio CIX v7.º do Cancioneiro Geral De Garcia De Resende)&lt;/span&gt; e fez uma Alcoviteira e uma Maria Parda espectaculares. A Alcoviteira, principalmente, estava perfeita. Todo o pequeno gesto que ela fazia tinha um sentido e muita graça.&lt;br /&gt;Caso a Patrícia leia isto: os meus parabéns.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns também a toda a equipa pela peça que no seu todo estava muito boa, não me deixaram ficar mal ao convidar o namorado e dois amigos para irem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E, com isto, mais uma vez, me apercebo: tenho que ir mais vezes ao teatro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-8493190301632128274?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8493190301632128274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/11/ensalada-vicentina.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8493190301632128274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8493190301632128274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/11/ensalada-vicentina.html' title='Ensalada Vicentina'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ZCFAowD7s/Tr-lXnmxGhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/39zSqw9QWOs/s72-c/Ensalada+Vicentina+%255B0473%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4360746268503569119</id><published>2011-11-02T09:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:37:33.395Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Old friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-G2xauxeZU/TrEOK2xPIWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XQaKjStGPB0/s1600/Ondas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-G2xauxeZU/TrEOK2xPIWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XQaKjStGPB0/s640/Ondas.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I'd like to be the sort of friend  that you have been to me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to be the help that you've been  always glad to be,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the  day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&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;&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;&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; [Edgar Guest]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-4360746268503569119?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4360746268503569119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4360746268503569119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4360746268503569119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-friend.html' title='Old friend.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-G2xauxeZU/TrEOK2xPIWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XQaKjStGPB0/s72-c/Ondas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6825095151517975865</id><published>2011-10-19T08:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:45:25.387Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JXBAaiuHlw/Tp58FICWRpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/G1wYAofsFMQ/s1600/DSCF0206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JXBAaiuHlw/Tp58FICWRpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/G1wYAofsFMQ/s640/DSCF0206.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="titulo" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Chafariz De S. Sebastião, uma das mais antigas e decoradas fontes do Porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="titulo" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É também conhecido por Chafariz Da Rua Escura, por de lá ter sido trazido, em 1940."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5023455474039971853-6825095151517975865?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6825095151517975865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/10/porto.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6825095151517975865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6825095151517975865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/10/porto.html' title='Porto'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JXBAaiuHlw/Tp58FICWRpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/G1wYAofsFMQ/s72-c/DSCF0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3174746634850849286</id><published>2011-09-28T23:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:48:17.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='os meus pareceres'/><title type='text'>O raio das touradas ou o assunto que já cheira mal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!--  @page { margin: 2cm }  P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fazendo apenas uma pequena introdução histórica e apesar de eu (enquanto aluna) e o Iluminismo (bom, a História em geral) nunca nos termos dado muito bem, q&lt;i&gt;uae sunt Caesaris Caesari&lt;/i&gt;, foi graças à corrente iluminista que muitas actividades bárbaras (criadas maioritariamente na época medieval) se extinguiram. Aqui, em Portugal, depois de várias tentativas e pedidos para as touradas acabarem (lembro-me do primeiro que se conhece feito pelo Papa Pio V em 1567) conseguiu-se, pelo menos, em 1836 (reinado de D. Maria Pia). Depois, este cúmulo da falta de probidade foi apenas autorizado à Casa Pia e às de Misericórdia, foi criado o Campo Pequeno e outras estruturas com o mesmo propósito em vários pontos do país e chegámos ao ponto de hoje: é uma prática normalíssima que nos diverte imenso... qual luta de gladiadores no Coliseu de Roma. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Isto é o pouco que sei sobre a história desta actividade mas nem precisamos de saber nada para perceber que é algo que não se enquadra nos valores e na moral da sociedade contemporânea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; As touradas são, de facto, uma tradição (importada de Espanha), mas vamos lá ver se nos entendemos, as tradições, como sabemos, são práticas com origem nos tempos antigos onde as mentalidades e estilos de vida eram muito diferentes dos actuais. Isto porque, com o passar do tempo, o Homem tem tendência a alterar o que o rodeia, bem como a ele próprio, de modo a aperfeiçoar o seu modo de viver e pensar. A isso se chama evolução. É por isso que já não enforcamos criminosos nem temos escravos. Criaram-se e aperfeiçoaram-se valores e temos de saber aceitar esta evolução em todos os aspectos e não apenas quando nos dá jeito... sabendo, não que estamos a ir contra a nossa pátria ou contra a nossa história, mas que estamos a aperfeiçoar a nossa sociedade, a tornar o nosso país um país melhor, porque nem tudo o que é antigo é bom... e a maior tradição da Humanidade é mesmo a evolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Como o mal fadado argumento da tradição há muitos outros... todos eles já muito gastos, mas vamos tentar dar uma última resposta a alguns dos mais conhecidos e utilizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; E dizem eles: “mas é que sem as touradas a raça Touro Bravo extingue-se”. Não é preciso pensar muito para perceber que isto é falso. O Lince Ibérico, a Águia-Real e outros animais em perigo de extinção nunca foram usados para as touradas e, felizmente, graças às reservas que hoje existem, estão protegidos de desaparecerem. Mas nem precisamos de ir tão longe, os aficionados que tanto afirmam amar os touros com certeza que arranjariam uma forma de proteger o Touro Bravo sem que posteriormente o matassem... ou sem que o tivessem de usar para algum fim lucrativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Vamos ao próximo que é de uma inteligência chocante. Diz quem defende as touradas, caríssimo Miguel de Sousa Tavares incluído: “então, não gostam não olhem”. Perante um argumento tão... vá... estúpido, nem sei bem que dizer mas tentemos isto: felizmente na nossa sociedade as coisas não funcionam assim. Melhor que ninguém saberá MST que quando algo não está bem, nós, enquanto cidadãos, temos o direito e até a obrigação de lutar para a resolução do problema... as culpas não são só do Governo e os méritos não são só de Deus Nosso Senhor. Não andamos todos a olhar para o próprio umbigo e a borrifar-nos para os problemas que nos rodeiam. Mais: ao contrário dos aficionados, quem se revolta contra as touradas não o faz por satisfação pessoal, ou porque lhe pagam (como sugeriu há uns tempos um senhor nitidamente informado sobre a área da “defeza” dos animais). Quando nos esforçamos para que esta tortura à dignidade acabe, fazemo-lo porque sabemos que as touradas são um reflexo dos tempos onde as pessoas não tinham a capacidade e flexibilidade intelectuais para dar conta de certos valores fundamentais que agora tanto estimamos... ou se tinham, não tinham a liberdade para o exteriorizarem. Eu, ser capaz de usar a razão e o discernimento para perceber que matar um animal depois de o torturar, para simples júbilo de seres ditos mais inteligentes, é errado, sinto-me na obrigação de lutar pelo que sei ser certo. Porque a minha vida não tem lugar num qualquer mundo encantado e privado... mas no mesmo mundo que o vosso. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt; E podíamos estar aqui mais umas dezenas de linhas a contra-argumentar. Não me parece necessário. Parece-me fundamental, isso sim, que se entenda que, independentemente do argumento a favor da tourada, não há qualquer fundamento moralmente aceitável para torturar um animal com fins de entretenimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;O meu desejo é que se perceba que o assunto está esgotado, que não há mais maneiras de explicar isto, que é algo demasiado evidente (tão evidente que os próprios argumentos contra já cansam) e que as touradas são um problema de todos nós e não apenas de quem dedica mais tempo ao assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;28 Setembro 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ana Duarte&lt;/b&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/5023455474039971853-3174746634850849286?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3174746634850849286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-raio-das-touradas-ou-o-assunto-que-ja.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3174746634850849286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3174746634850849286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-raio-das-touradas-ou-o-assunto-que-ja.html' title='O raio das touradas ou o assunto que já cheira mal.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1178281154692274643</id><published>2011-09-03T21:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:44:52.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter: a maratona.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUABqjRKsQ/TmKHcWCi9MI/AAAAAAAAAuM/HEpHvE3wtWI/s1600/051107_snape_hmed_12p_hmedium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUABqjRKsQ/TmKHcWCi9MI/AAAAAAAAAuM/HEpHvE3wtWI/s320/051107_snape_hmed_12p_hmedium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoiler alert! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois que aproveitei as férias de Verão para, entre outras coisas, ver todos os filmes do &lt;i&gt;rapaz que sobreviveu&lt;/i&gt;. Os sete primeiros pedi emprestados e o último (a segunda parte do último) ainda consegui ir ver ao cinema. &lt;br /&gt;O primeiro filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKlaT3tDFWk"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Philisophers Stone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) achei que é um filme mais virado para o público infantil, um filme agradável e bem feito, sem dúvida um bom filme. No entanto, pelos actores, pela história e, também um pouco, por alguns pormenores técnicos, é um filme ainda muito infantil. O que, de propósito ou não, nos obriga a, no decorrer dos outros filmes, ir crescendo com as personagens. Algo que realmente aconteceu para quem, como o meu querido namorado, ia a correr às livrarias comprar os livros e esperava ansiosamente pelos próximos enquanto relia os que já tinha.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem só viu os filmes agora e não leu os livros, é agradável à mesma entrar naquele mundo muito simpático que é o mundo do primeiro filme.&lt;br /&gt;No segundo filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmPrfYkpwTY"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) é onde entra, pela primeira vez, o meu querido &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0dDre8-Nh4"&gt;Dobby&lt;/a&gt;. *.* Este filme retrata o segundo ano em Hogwarts; já caminha para um lado mais obscuro e menos infantil. Continua a ser um filme muito previsível, no sentido em que já sabemos mais ou menos como é que as cenas vão acabar... e já se sabe que o Harry aparece sempre para salvar o dia, como disse Malfoy, mas não deixa de ser outro filme bastante interessante e que dá uma boa continuidade ao primeiro. Gostei muito do pormenor de, na Câmara dos Segredos, o Harry ter sido ajudado pela Fénix, bem como da ideia da espada de &lt;span class="st"&gt;Gryffindor só ajudar quem merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;No terceiro filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4mpOY0KWsM"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) tenho de realçar a personagem Hagrid e as suas criaturas fofinhas, não que tenha sido neste filme que tiveram um papel principal (não sei se foi) mas porque foi neste filme que o Harry, a Hermione e o Ron conseguiram salvar uma delas da morte e foi muita giro. :) Quero também realçar a personagem Hermione que em todos os filmes teve um papel muito bom, acho que a actriz Emma Watson conseguiu fazer um excelente trabalho em todas as cenas que lhe foram propostas. Dos três, este é o meu preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;O quarto filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFhCLiGvb08"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) é, dos seis, o meu preferido. Gostei muito da ideia do cálice de fogo (claro que a ideia foi da escritora mas ainda assim) e de como o filme se desenvolve à volta dessa ideia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;O quinto filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14KlsramMHg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Phoenix Order&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) é marcado pelo regresso de Voldemort. A equipa Dumbledore treina na Sala das Necessidades e inicia-se uma luta mais directa entre Voldemort e Harry. Também é um filme muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;No sexto filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWJAB9nw1Mo&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) comprova-se o feiticeiro forte e espectacular que Dumbledore é. E infelizmente, é aqui que ele morre. Também neste filme se dá mais protagonismo a Snape, personagem que eu sempre adorei, já agora. O próprio filme fica com uma abordagem mais descontraída, o Harry até vai dizendo umas piadolas. O interesse aumenta... para ver como é que isto acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Por fim, no sétimo filme (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EC2tmFVNNE"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) a história acaba. E, deixem-me que vos diga, acaba muito bem. A qualidade do filme é excelente, todas as personagens estão impecáveis e, visto que o último livro é aqui dividido em duas partes, há mais tempo para contar pormenores... e isso enriquece o filme. O Snape revela-se aquilo que eu sempre achei que ele era: apaixonado pela mãe de Harry Potter e protector deste; e o bem acaba por vencer. De todos, o meu preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Em resumo, gostei muito de todos os filmes, de toda a história, apesar de não ser o tipo de filmes que mais gosto, são bons filmes para ver; é sempre interessante viajar para um mundo mais mágico e fantástico. Aconselha-se, portanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;As personagens favoritas: Dobby, Hermione, Snape e criaturinhas como o Fluffy, o Buckbeak, os Thestral, etc. E claro: o Harry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1178281154692274643?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1178281154692274643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/09/harry-potter-maratona.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1178281154692274643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1178281154692274643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/09/harry-potter-maratona.html' title='Harry Potter: a maratona.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJUABqjRKsQ/TmKHcWCi9MI/AAAAAAAAAuM/HEpHvE3wtWI/s72-c/051107_snape_hmed_12p_hmedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1161691010607157774</id><published>2011-08-25T21:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:44:22.173+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Morreste-me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7ZqJKE3nHE/Tlaxt7WxA4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9ck1K4QbjT8/s1600/Peixoto4.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/-n7ZqJKE3nHE/Tlaxt7WxA4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9ck1K4QbjT8/s320/Peixoto4.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;José Luís Peixoto: sem dúvida, um dos meus autores favoritos.&lt;br /&gt;Já li "A Criança Em Ruínas", já li a "Cal" e acabei agora de ler o "&lt;a href="http://www.wook.pt/ficha/morreste-me/a/id/1876033"&gt;Morreste-me&lt;/a&gt;". Quanto mais leio mais gosto deste autor.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um estilo muito actual, muito directo e ao mesmo tempo distante... que me diz muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem me dera saber escrever como ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sublinhei uma palavra neste livro porque tenho a sensação que se sublinhasse... só parava no fim da obra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá estarei, sem as mesmas palavras mas com a mesma compreensão, quando este livro fizer, realmente, sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYZycwz6a3M"&gt;um excerto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1161691010607157774?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1161691010607157774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/08/morreste-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1161691010607157774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1161691010607157774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/08/morreste-me.html' title='Morreste-me.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7ZqJKE3nHE/Tlaxt7WxA4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9ck1K4QbjT8/s72-c/Peixoto4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6171700659866359328</id><published>2011-08-22T02:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:16:46.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dança'/><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/emy9R7zxAlg" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6171700659866359328?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6171700659866359328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/08/bleeding-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6171700659866359328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6171700659866359328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/08/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/emy9R7zxAlg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2181636515728275671</id><published>2011-07-20T22:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:54:31.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Deixar de usar película aderente.</title><content type='html'>A película aderente é um derivado do petróleo e é mais plástico a ser usado... sendo que é muito dispensável, é mais um comportamento fácil e muito vantajoso. :) Eu uso-a essencialmente para embrulhar sandes ou para tapar alguma caixa sem tampa que vá para o frigorífico. Para as sandes passo a usar o papel de alumínio &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(até ver, é uma melhor solução)&lt;/span&gt; para as caixas, ou uso um prato por cima da caixa ou então &lt;a href="http://365coisasquepossofazer.blogspot.com/2009/11/deixar-de-usar-pelicula-aderente.html"&gt;como ela sugeriu&lt;/a&gt; uso toucas de banho! Parece-me uma solução muito mais gira; as toucas de banho também são em plástico mas são reutilizáveis, é só passar por água e estão prontas para nova utilização... principalmente se foram daquelas mais tradicionais... duram mais que as de hotel. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Check!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;poupa-se plástico (principalmente se usarmos pratos como tampas); poupa-se dinheiro.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-2181636515728275671?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/2181636515728275671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/deixar-de-usar-pelicula-aderente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2181636515728275671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2181636515728275671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/deixar-de-usar-pelicula-aderente.html' title='Deixar de usar película aderente.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7147043559680939651</id><published>2011-07-20T01:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:21:26.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>The last sunrise.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I  remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I  watched its whole magnificence for the last time as if it were the  first&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Louis De Pointe Du Lac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7147043559680939651?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7147043559680939651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7147043559680939651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-sunrise.html' title='The last sunrise.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-954295106817080694</id><published>2011-07-20T00:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:21:54.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Entrevista com o vampiro: livro e filme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUfB43m3_Ko/TiYUpdgHUtI/AAAAAAAAAtk/83BUzniws0k/s1600/cruise_lestat_2.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/-FUfB43m3_Ko/TiYUpdgHUtI/AAAAAAAAAtk/83BUzniws0k/s320/cruise_lestat_2.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acho que é a primeira vez que gosto mais de um &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDH7P0qvSMU"&gt;filme &lt;/a&gt;do que de um &lt;a href="http://www.wook.pt/ficha/entrevista-com-o-vampiro/a/id/65246"&gt;livro&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Literatura fantástica não é o meu estilo preferido de literatura... isso já é conhecido, contudo pensei que este livro fosse excepção; não é. Talvez porque não tenho tido tanto tempo para ler como gostaria e, por isso, demorei muito a acabar o livro... talvez porque vi o filme primeiro... não sei. Sei que a mais de meio do livro me comecei a aborrecer de o ler. A descrição começou-me a soar muito enfadonha, muito repetitiva, muito desinteressante (se calhar, volto a dizer, porque já sabia a história)...&lt;br /&gt;O filme, por sua vez, é lindíssimo, o melhor filme de vampiros que já vi... não que tenha visto muitos... mas enfim, supera o Drácula, por exemplo. A história está muito bem contada, está tudo perfeito no filme, já o vi umas três vezes e vou voltar a vê-lo mais umas quantas.&lt;br /&gt;No livro parece-me tudo arrastado durante demasiado tempo e acaba por perder o interesse no meio daquele drama todo que o Louis cria. Talvez não seja a melhor altura da minha vida para o ler: estou um bocadinho mais virada para coisas mais práticas e realistas, mas também é verdade que a primeira vez que o tentei ler foi há uns 8 anos atrás e nem o acabei nessa altura. Apesar de tudo o livro fica comigo, porque o considero uma grande obra, e, quem sabe, daqui a umas rugas dou-lhe outra oportunidade e outro valor.&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me acrescentar: Lestat &lt;i&gt;ftw&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adeuzinho e não se esqueçam de tirar os óculos quando vão tomar banho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-954295106817080694?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/954295106817080694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/entrevista-com-o-vampiro-livro-e-filme.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/954295106817080694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/954295106817080694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/entrevista-com-o-vampiro-livro-e-filme.html' title='Entrevista com o vampiro: livro e filme.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FUfB43m3_Ko/TiYUpdgHUtI/AAAAAAAAAtk/83BUzniws0k/s72-c/cruise_lestat_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3527488328833552044</id><published>2011-07-08T20:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:25:45.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Direito'/><title type='text'>O que o Cícero disse um dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Legum servi sumus, ut liberi esse possimus.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Somos escravos das leis para podermos ser livres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-3527488328833552044?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3527488328833552044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/pro-cluentio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3527488328833552044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3527488328833552044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/pro-cluentio.html' title='O que o Cícero disse um dia.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7083262458348543341</id><published>2011-07-05T12:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:55:35.370Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Usar pasta de dentes sem ingredientes de origem animal e que não seja testada em animais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t480kuqZb2w/Twiw6QTVy1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/vUS8tRJTFZo/s1600/cou.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/-t480kuqZb2w/Twiw6QTVy1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/vUS8tRJTFZo/s320/cou.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Encontrei a pasta de dentes perfeita. Pasta de dentes Couto!&lt;br /&gt;E não tem só a vantagem de não usar animais, é portuguesa! E, melhor ainda, vem daqui do lado, de Vila Nova de Gaia. &lt;br /&gt;Este produto é feito à base de extractos de plantas, não usa adoçantes artificiais, fluoreto (excesso de flúor prejudica os dentes), álcool etílico, corantes, sabores sintéticos, conservantes, entre outras coisas desnecessárias e prejudiciais. &lt;br /&gt;Custa menos de €2, ou seja, o mesmo preço das outras marcas tipo Colgate e Aquafresh (em alguns casos é mesmo mais barata que estas) se bem que não é fácil encontrá-la na mesma secção do que essas pastas de dentes... mas há em qualquer farmácia.&lt;br /&gt;Em termos de resultados, limpa os dentes muito bem, não deixa a boca dormente, como algumas pessoas dizem, mas é um pouco forte, nada de mais e, aqui em casa, a ser usada por duas pessoas, dura mais de um mês. &lt;br /&gt;Esta pasta tem quase 80 anos e dá um bailinho às outras, eu aconselho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;poupam-se vidas de animais, poupam-se transportes, protegemos a saúde, em alguns casos pode-se poupar dinheiro, ajudamos a produção nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7083262458348543341?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7083262458348543341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/usar-pasta-de-dentes-sem-ingredientes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7083262458348543341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7083262458348543341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/07/usar-pasta-de-dentes-sem-ingredientes.html' title='Usar pasta de dentes sem ingredientes de origem animal e que não seja testada em animais.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t480kuqZb2w/Twiw6QTVy1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/vUS8tRJTFZo/s72-c/cou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4627436732316485862</id><published>2011-06-23T13:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:29:49.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>The story begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNgCNCUUsrg/TgMuiZkHkxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sB8cx__7d_k/s1600/x-men-first-class-cast-550x344.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/-PNgCNCUUsrg/TgMuiZkHkxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sB8cx__7d_k/s320/x-men-first-class-cast-550x344.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ontem fomos ver &lt;i&gt;X-Men First Class&lt;/i&gt;, ou seja, o início! &lt;br /&gt;Eu, que não conhecia a história nem a maioria das personagens (nem me lembro de outros filmes) adorei! Mas claro, não tenho grande bagagem para dizer se alguma coisa não batia certo porque o que conheço, foi o que vi ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Do que vi: gostei muito, excepto a personagem de Zoë Kravitz (Angel Salvadore) que era um bocadinho fraquinha, adorei todas! O Professor X está muito bem retratado por James McAvoy (o rapaz do Wanted), bem como todas as outras. &lt;br /&gt;Tirando o facto de ter tido o namorado a ser &lt;i&gt;spoiler&lt;/i&gt; durante o filme, foi cinco estrelas. Estou pronta para ver os próximos e ler as bandas desenhadas. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-4627436732316485862?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4627436732316485862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-begins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4627436732316485862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4627436732316485862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-begins.html' title='The story begins.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNgCNCUUsrg/TgMuiZkHkxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sB8cx__7d_k/s72-c/x-men-first-class-cast-550x344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2308647890287071775</id><published>2011-06-21T22:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:50:12.702Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Comprar apenas uma revista/jornal por mês.</title><content type='html'>Esta é fácil para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Jornais não compro, vejo as notícias na Internet e na televisão pelo que jornais diários estão fora de questão. As revistas que poderei comprar é a Time Out Porto, ou alguma que me desperte mais a atenção no momento da compra.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, comprometo-me a comprar apenas uma por mês, se comprar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;poupa-se papel, poupa-se dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-2308647890287071775?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/2308647890287071775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/06/comprar-apenas-uma-revistajornal-por.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2308647890287071775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2308647890287071775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/06/comprar-apenas-uma-revistajornal-por.html' title='Comprar apenas uma revista/jornal por mês.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3389219199830682396</id><published>2011-06-15T23:33:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:49:24.129Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Usar perfumes, para a casa, amigos do ambiente.</title><content type='html'>Vou algumas vezes ao Parque da Cidade e vou começar a aproveitar essas visitas para trazer &lt;b&gt;folhas de eucalipto&lt;/b&gt; comigo, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;já que as aproveito para trazer penas que estou a juntar para fazer um brinco; tudo apanhado do chão, claro&lt;/span&gt;. Depois, é só pôr um pouco de água a ferver, e juntar as folhas com a água num potezinho... e colocar numa divisão (de preferência pequena e fechada) da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;Feito! Apanhei folhas de eucalipto caídas no chão, cheguei a casa, pu-las em água a ferver num potezinho que tínhamos ali de azeitonas e pus na casa-de-banho... cheirinho maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro, muito melhor que ambientadores artificiais e, bastante mais barato e ecológico! :D Penso que na casa-de-banho seja mesmo o ideal visto que é uma divisão própria para um aroma mais fresco como o do eucalipto; como é pequena o cheiro dura mais e o vapor dos banhos ajuda a que cheire mais.&lt;br /&gt;Agora já sei, sempre que estiver num sítio com folhas de eucalipto no chão, toca de enfiar umas quantas na mala e trazer para casa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o &lt;b&gt;bicarbonato de sódio&lt;/b&gt; também é óptimo para eliminar cheiros desagradáveis. Assim sendo, vou usá-lo em divisões onde quero um ambiente mais neutro... sem perfumes. A cozinha, por exemplo e a marquise (onde temos a liteira do Gatoni).&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Confirma-se! O bicarbonato resulta, elimina os cheiros desagradáveis sim senhor. Pus nuns copinhos de velas antigas e como é branquinho até fica bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Check!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;poupa-se dinheiro; poupa-se plástico (o das embalagens dos ambientadores); protege-se a saúde (os ambientadores comerciais têm montes de substâncias artificiais e o eucalipto melhora a qualidade do ar); poupa-se lixo (são substâncias biodegradáveis)&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-3389219199830682396?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3389219199830682396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/06/usar-perfumes-para-casa-amigos-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3389219199830682396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3389219199830682396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/06/usar-perfumes-para-casa-amigos-do.html' title='Usar perfumes, para a casa, amigos do ambiente.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7111843889088604002</id><published>2011-05-28T19:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:46:41.181+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Mother Maiden &amp; Faster</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qGdzgcDllYE?hd=1" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone has to take a stand against evil,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why should it not be me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7111843889088604002?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7111843889088604002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-maiden-faster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7111843889088604002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7111843889088604002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-maiden-faster.html' title='Mother Maiden &amp; Faster'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qGdzgcDllYE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-860364672810503530</id><published>2011-05-15T12:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:30:39.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Colar autocolante "publicidade não endereçada aqui não" na caixa do correio.</title><content type='html'>Nós já tínhamos um autocolante na caixa do correio... mas já estava muito velhinho e dava hipótese de os distribuidores de publicidade o ignorarem. Pelo que fizemos outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LGiwHH0Hko/TcvHPRNejjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nsLTKEFkkMM/s1600/Untitled+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LGiwHH0Hko/TcvHPRNejjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nsLTKEFkkMM/s320/Untitled+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje em dia já não se justifica recebermos carradas de publicidade em casa... estamos constantemente a ser abordados por publicidade na Internet... na rua, etc, para quê mais não sei quantas gramas de papel por dia no correio? A não ser que seja essa a vossa única alternativa para terem &lt;a href="http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/embrulhos-de-prendas-com-materiais.html"&gt;papel de embrulho&lt;/a&gt;, não vejo outra justificação. Assim sendo, e apoiando-me legalmente na lei 6/99, mais concretamente no artigo 3.º, fiz o meu próprio papelinho com uma "mensagem clara e inequívoca nesse sentido".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Artigo 3.º&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publicidade domiciliária não endereçada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É proibida a distribuição directa no domicílio de publicidade não endereçada sempre que a oposição do destinatário seja reconhecível no acto de entrega, nomeadamente através da afixação, por forma visível, no local destinado à recepção de correspondência, de dístico apropriado contendo mensagem clara e inequívoca nesse sentido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; poupa-se papel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Check.&lt;/b&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/5023455474039971853-860364672810503530?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/860364672810503530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/colar-autocolante-publicidade-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/860364672810503530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/860364672810503530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/colar-autocolante-publicidade-nao.html' title='Colar autocolante &quot;publicidade não endereçada aqui não&quot; na caixa do correio.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LGiwHH0Hko/TcvHPRNejjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nsLTKEFkkMM/s72-c/Untitled+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7040946038677909805</id><published>2011-05-03T21:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:27:35.183+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Embrulhos de prendas: com materiais reutilizados e depois: reciclagem!</title><content type='html'>Um dos grandes desperdícios de papel &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(e dinheiro)&lt;/span&gt; são os embrulhos das prendas. Principalmente na época natalícia... gasta-se muito papel que na maioria das vezes acaba no lixo. Todos nos lembramos como ficam os caixotes da rua na altura de abrir as prendas. O mais parvo é que nalguns casos esse papel de embrulho é comprado pelos consumidores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não queiram que as lojas vos embrulhem as prendas que compraram. Em vez disso, &lt;a href="http://365coisasquepossofazer.blogspot.com/2009/12/embrulhar-as-prendas-com-papel-usado.html"&gt;utilizem o que têm em casa!&lt;/a&gt; Sacos de plástico: porque não embrulhar as prendas com sacos de plástico recortados? Ou folhetos de publicidade para quem ainda os recebe e já os viu... ou os &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/new-uses-for-old-things/new-uses-recyclable-items/use-newspaper-dictionary-pages-maps-as-wrapping-paper-00000000025624/index.html"&gt;papéis em geral&lt;/a&gt; que têm no lixo e que vão &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(espero eu)&lt;/span&gt; para reciclar... vão lá buscá-los, dêem-lhes mais uma utilidade antes da reciclagem. Se para vocês tanto faz ter embrulho ou não ter e são mais práticos... então dêem no saco de compra e tá feito! Mas digam na loja que não querem o embrulho... nem já feito nem à parte. Não há necessidade e poupa-se tanto... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5JPSa_1kWM/TcBiaUTMqFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O9q5GKaMMHA/s1600/DSCN9441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5JPSa_1kWM/TcBiaUTMqFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O9q5GKaMMHA/s200/DSCN9441.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós cá em casa usamos, principalmente, as páginas amarelas... não as usamos para consulta, e já que as recebemos contra-vontade, o melhor é aproveitar e não enviar logo para reciclar. Escrevemos os nomes dos destinatários no papel e pronto, não é cá preciso lacinho nenhum... depois da utilização, aí sim! Vão para reciclar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se forem daquelas pessoas cuidadosas e calmas a abrir prendas, guardem os embrulhos! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A minha avó há uns anos até os passava a ferro para utilizar numa próxima altura. *.*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Não lhe sigam o exemplo que estão a gastar electricidade sem necessidade e ainda pegam fogo ao papel. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- E por favor, não comprem rolos de papel de embrulho... é dinheiro muito mal gasto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;poupa-se papel e, nalguns casos, dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Check!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7040946038677909805?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7040946038677909805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/embrulhos-de-prendas-com-materiais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7040946038677909805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7040946038677909805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/05/embrulhos-de-prendas-com-materiais.html' title='Embrulhos de prendas: com materiais reutilizados e depois: reciclagem!'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5JPSa_1kWM/TcBiaUTMqFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O9q5GKaMMHA/s72-c/DSCN9441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7430245653139130479</id><published>2011-04-24T20:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:41:27.654+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Fazes-me falta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBrAlJRkGQI/TbR8JApUSGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Dd1KZgPkAAE/s1600/Fazes-me+Falta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBrAlJRkGQI/TbR8JApUSGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Dd1KZgPkAAE/s320/Fazes-me+Falta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A capacidade que tínhamos de estar em silêncio, a ler lado a lado por mornas tardes alentejanas. Ou de nos lembrarmos ao mesmo tempo da mesma frase. Ou de, num só olhar, trocarmos um discurso claríssimo sobre alguém." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Tinhas o hábito de disparar em voz alta as frases que mais te deslumbravam, sem respeito pelo silêncio no qual os outros liam outras coisas. E eu engatilhava o melhor dos meus sorrisos amarelos, dizia «É bonito, muito bonito». E então tu entusiasmavas-te e metralhavas um capítulo inteiro. O que era muito irritante, no momento - eu estava a ler outra coisa. Mas depois, quando já te tinhas ido embora, no tempo em que era possível que te fosses embora, eu lembrava-me das tuas leituras bruscas, da rouca solenidade da tua voz, e sorria, embasbacado, para essa brusca memória tão meiga de ti.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wook.pt/ficha/fazes-me-falta/a/id/194674"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inês Pedrosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7430245653139130479?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7430245653139130479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/fazes-me-falta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7430245653139130479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7430245653139130479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/fazes-me-falta.html' title='Fazes-me falta.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBrAlJRkGQI/TbR8JApUSGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Dd1KZgPkAAE/s72-c/Fazes-me+Falta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2849955020629205607</id><published>2011-04-17T22:24:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:16:15.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Usar um ambiente de trabalho escuro e diminuir o brilho do monitor.</title><content type='html'>Preguiçosa como sou, só me limitei a ler o &lt;a href="http://365coisasquepossofazer.blogspot.com/2009/11/substituir-o-wallpaper-do-computador.html"&gt;resultado da pesquisa dela&lt;/a&gt; e a perguntar ao informático cá de casa se isto realmente se confirmava. E confirma. Poupa sim senhor e portanto, tá feito! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztaSByJP0Rs/TataEAqcsFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4W-Evf13c84/s1600/Untitled+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztaSByJP0Rs/TataEAqcsFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4W-Evf13c84/s320/Untitled+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entretanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aderi ao projecto &lt;a href="http://www.greenpeaceblackpixel.org/#/en"&gt;BlackPixel&lt;/a&gt; e vou pondo o quadradinho onde não estorva tanto a leitura das páginas. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;poupa-se energia, logo, dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Check!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-2849955020629205607?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/2849955020629205607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/usar-um-ambiente-de-trabalho-escuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2849955020629205607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2849955020629205607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/usar-um-ambiente-de-trabalho-escuro.html' title='Usar um ambiente de trabalho escuro e diminuir o brilho do monitor.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztaSByJP0Rs/TataEAqcsFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4W-Evf13c84/s72-c/Untitled+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7615169566140994593</id><published>2011-04-17T22:06:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:26:16.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Usar garrafas de água de alumínio em vez de plástico e usar jarro de filtrar em vez de garrafões de plástico.</title><content type='html'>Cá em casa já substituímos, há muito tempo, os garrafões pelo jarro que filtra a água e com isso já poupámos algum dinheiro e muito plástico. :) Agora, a próxima medida é substituir as garrafinhas de plástico para a água, que usamos tanto no dia-a-dia como no ginásio... com elas continuamos a gastar muito plástico (e dinheiro) sem qualquer tipo de razão, isto porque ao contrário do plástico, o alumínio é um material que dura uma vida... ou seja, substitui o plástico que tanto polui as nossas águas e fica mais barato porque a água das garrafas de alumínio será a água que vem do tal jarro que filtra!&lt;br /&gt;Para além disso, o plástico ao começar a ser usado várias vezes começa a libertar umas ceninhas que fazem mal à saúde... para uma melhor explicação... &lt;i&gt;googlate&lt;/i&gt;. xP&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não tomámos esta atitude, estamos a caminho! Vamos, em breve, comprar as tais garrafinhas de alumínio, sei que as da &lt;a href="http://www.sigg.com/"&gt;Sigg&lt;/a&gt; são de confiança portanto vamos optar por esta marca, caso optem por outra tenham atenção à qualidade porque o próprio alumínio, quando mal usado, também pode ser prejudicial para a saúde. Quando fizer &lt;i&gt;check&lt;/i&gt; venho-vos apresentar o recibo e as fotos. :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxjK47uZltw/TbhE6BRx_8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/rgmYlT7EGCU/s1600/DSCN9433.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/-vxjK47uZltw/TbhE6BRx_8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/rgmYlT7EGCU/s200/DSCN9433.JPG" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estão elas!&lt;br /&gt;A mais pequena foi €14 e a maior €16.&lt;br /&gt;Com o dinheiro que se poupa nas garrafinhas pequenas e com o dinheiro que se poupa com a água dos garrafões por usar o jarro de filtro, é num instante que se compensa o dinheiro gasto. :) E para o ambiente... vai ser menos uma eternidade de plástico. Já agora deixo-vos um vídeo que explica muito bem o problema da água engarrafada, cliquem &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/3tMLQg/storyofstuff.org/bottledwater/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;poupa-se plástico; poupa-se dinheiro; protegemos a saúde (o plástico pode ser nocivo e o alumínio, desde que de marca de confiança, não é)&lt;b&gt;;&lt;/b&gt; poupa-se papel (todas as garrafas de plástico têm rótulo)&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Check!&lt;/b&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/5023455474039971853-7615169566140994593?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7615169566140994593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/usar-garrafas-de-agua-de-aluminio-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7615169566140994593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7615169566140994593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/usar-garrafas-de-agua-de-aluminio-em.html' title='Usar garrafas de água de alumínio em vez de plástico e usar jarro de filtrar em vez de garrafões de plástico.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxjK47uZltw/TbhE6BRx_8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/rgmYlT7EGCU/s72-c/DSCN9433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4153620946436438284</id><published>2011-04-14T13:51:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:07:05.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>Usar toalhas de cozinha, papel higiénico e lenços de papel em material reciclado!</title><content type='html'>Adoptei este hábito depois de ir a uma conferência em Serralves, onde se falou de várias marcas amigas do ambiente, etc. Falou-se da Renova Green, que é uma marca realmente ecológica: estes produtos são completamente produzidos em papel reciclado e também a própria embalagem é reciclada! E ainda por cima... é produto português! :)&lt;br /&gt;A Renova tem várias preocupações ambientais, tem procurado reduzir nos consumos de água e energia e evita também a utilização de substâncias perigosas, utilizações que não envolvam o uso de corantes, tintas, perfumes, cloro, etc. Claro que a própria marca tem outras opções, como todos sabemos... mas a partir daí a bola está do nosso lado. Se optarmos pelos produtos que são mais amigos da Terra... então a Renova passa a produzir cada vez menos dos outros. A escolha é nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIGmUTQ3pv0/TabtuJaLkBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I4T_Lp_SLYk/s1600/Renovagreen_t.800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIGmUTQ3pv0/TabtuJaLkBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I4T_Lp_SLYk/s320/Renovagreen_t.800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preços.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os guardanapos da Renova duram o mesmo que os outros, são daquelas embalagens normais de cerca de 100 unidades e custam menos de €1.&lt;br /&gt;As toalhas de papel, as que eu uso são rolos enormes... cada um equivale a dois (ou mais) dos normais, um par desses rolos custa cerca de €3.50.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos lenços de bolso são de tamanho normal, são 10 pacotinhos e custam cerca de €1.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz esta mensagem com &lt;a href="http://365coisasquepossofazer.blogspot.com/2009/10/adoptar-toalhas-de-papel-reciclado.html"&gt;a ajuda da Ema&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vantagens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;poupa-se papel (é reciclado); poupa-se gastos de transporte (é português); poupa-se plástico (a embalagem é reciclada); protege-se a saúde (não são usadas substâncias com os corantes, perfumes, tintas, etc); pode-se poupar dinheiro, depende dos produtos que usam agora, contudo, estes produtos são dos mais baratos; ajudamos a produção nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Check. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-4153620946436438284?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4153620946436438284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/primeira-dica.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4153620946436438284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4153620946436438284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/primeira-dica.html' title='Usar toalhas de cozinha, papel higiénico e lenços de papel em material reciclado!'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIGmUTQ3pv0/TabtuJaLkBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I4T_Lp_SLYk/s72-c/Renovagreen_t.800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5744269535442199375</id><published>2011-04-13T23:26:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:23:59.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu lado verde'/><title type='text'>O início do "meu lado verde".</title><content type='html'>O objectivo de divulgar alguns comportamentos "verdes" que vou adquirindo é mostrar aos que me lêem que todos podemos fazer a nossa parte... todos podemos "limpar o nosso quintal" e fazer do mundo um (muito) melhor lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Esta ideia (não de agir mas de publicar) começou com a leitura do &lt;a href="http://365coisasquepossofazer.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog da Ema&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo com &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alguns&lt;/b&gt; já adquiridos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Deixar o cabelo secar ao ar.&lt;br /&gt;- Ser vegetariana.&lt;a href="http://www.avp.org.pt/node/18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ligar o ar condicionado apenas quando necessário&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (quase nunca).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Conduzir devagar &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(na maioria das vezes) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e oferecer boleia a outras pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://365coisasquepossofazer.blogspot.com/2009/11/verificar-pressao-dos-pneus.html"&gt;- Verificar a pressão dos pneus uma vez por mês. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Secar a roupa ao ar.&lt;br /&gt;- Doar as roupas usadas.&lt;br /&gt;- Desligar o computador ao fim do dia.&lt;br /&gt;- Usar lâmpadas economizadoras.&lt;br /&gt;- Usar daquelas extensões com botão para desligar todas as tomadas ligadas a elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São só alguns exemplos... e é muito bom ver como a maior parte não só ajudam o ambiente como nos ajudam a poupar dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Há muitos outros que felizmente já fazem parte do meu dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguida apresento-vos aqueles pequenos comportamentos que são muito complicados de mudar, na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;missões quase-impossíveis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Abdicar do carro e andar de transportes públicos &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(não ando de carro desnecessariamente, ou seja, quando dá para ir a pé, vou... mas quando não dá... vou de carro, é-me muito complicado usar transportes públicos por variadas razões)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Tomar duches de 5 minutos &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(isto também não é nada fácil, mas sendo que não tomo duche todos os dias... não faz tanto mal tomar duches de 15 minutos, no máximo)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lista dos quase-impossíveis vai sendo actualizada sempre que me lembre de alguma coisa... espero que tal não aconteça muitas vezes. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5744269535442199375?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5744269535442199375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-inicio-do-meu-lado-verde.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5744269535442199375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5744269535442199375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-inicio-do-meu-lado-verde.html' title='O início do &quot;meu lado verde&quot;.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6444208665621121190</id><published>2011-03-22T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:58:53.495Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Letting The Cables Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QgrvrMZkS2c/TYjiO03PnBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tMFp0ksjezA/s1600/In+My+Eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QgrvrMZkS2c/TYjiO03PnBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tMFp0ksjezA/s320/In+My+Eyes.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we'll wrap the world around it.&lt;/i&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;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6444208665621121190?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6444208665621121190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/03/letting-cables-sleep.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6444208665621121190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6444208665621121190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/03/letting-cables-sleep.html' title='Letting The Cables Sleep'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QgrvrMZkS2c/TYjiO03PnBI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tMFp0ksjezA/s72-c/In+My+Eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7268111440377888729</id><published>2011-03-12T19:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:55:03.650Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Problema de expressão.</title><content type='html'>"Só p'ra dizer que &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porquê este embaraço... que mais parece que só te estimo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7268111440377888729?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7268111440377888729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/03/problema-de-expressao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7268111440377888729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7268111440377888729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/03/problema-de-expressao.html' title='Problema de expressão.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8390212397324507769</id><published>2011-03-08T12:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:41:40.436Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Jar Of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jGcOyVzyPw0/TXYitaIfB5I/AAAAAAAAAsA/v8rEDbK5b_0/s1600/My+Own+Summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jGcOyVzyPw0/TXYitaIfB5I/AAAAAAAAAsA/v8rEDbK5b_0/s400/My+Own+Summer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Running around leaving scars,&lt;br /&gt;collecting a jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;and tearing love apart.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;from the ice inside your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back for me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v_4O44sfjM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-8390212397324507769?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8390212397324507769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/03/jar-of-hearts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8390212397324507769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8390212397324507769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/03/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar Of Hearts'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jGcOyVzyPw0/TXYitaIfB5I/AAAAAAAAAsA/v8rEDbK5b_0/s72-c/My+Own+Summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1291490248693429669</id><published>2011-02-27T15:50:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:59:25.471Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Óscares</title><content type='html'>Este ano resolvi falar sobre os Óscares aqui no meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;Vamo lá ver então algumas nomeações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor filme...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos nomeados apenas vi o "Cisne Negro", "A Origem", "Toy Story 3" e o "Indomável"... e sem dúvidas nenhumas... "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A Origem&lt;/b&gt;" tem de ganhar. É genial.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor realizador...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dos nomeados só vi o "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Cisne Negro&lt;/b&gt;" e o "Indomável" e escolho o primeiro até porque o segundo não me agradou muito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor actriz...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Só vi mesmo o "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Cisne Negro&lt;/b&gt;" mas acredito que mereça este prémio visto que a &lt;/b&gt;Natalie Portman &lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;teve de se preparar muito bem para o que lhe era exigido e fez um belíssimo trabalho. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor argumento original...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Só vi "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A Origem&lt;/b&gt;" mas não me parece que mais algum nomeado esteja ao nível deste filme...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor filme de animação...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Vi dois dos três nomeados: "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Como Treinares O Teu Dragão&lt;/b&gt;" e "Toy Story 3" e por muito que goste deste... o primeiro é um filme lindíssimo... e merece este prémio. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, já agora, quem mo quiser oferecer está à vontade! ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor fotografia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dos nomeados vi o "Cisne Negro", "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A Origem&lt;/b&gt;" e "Indomável" e primeiro não sei o que raio é que viram no "Indomável" que está nomeado para montes de prémios e na minha opinião não merecia nem metade... Depois, apesar do "Cisne Negro" ter uma fotografia muito boa... não ganha ao "A Origem", desculpem, mas eu amei o filme em todos os aspectos... das três vezes que o vi. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhores efeitos visuais...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dos nomeados vi o "Alice No País Das Maravilhas", "&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A Origem&lt;/b&gt;" e "Homem De Ferro 2", o primeiro não me agradou muito... entre os dois que sobram, é díficil... mas escolho, mais uma vez, "A Origem". Não só pelos efeitos em si mas pela maneira como eles completam a história e o desvendar daquele labirinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor canção original...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Estive a ouvir as quatro (&lt;/b&gt;“&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coming Home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” do &lt;i&gt;"Country Strong"&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;i&gt;I See the Light&lt;/i&gt;” do &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;Entrelaçados&lt;i&gt;"; &lt;/i&gt;“&lt;i&gt;If I Rise&lt;/i&gt;” do &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;127 Horas&lt;i&gt;"; &lt;/i&gt;“&lt;i&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/i&gt;” do "&lt;i&gt;Toy Story 3") &lt;/i&gt;no entanto só vi o "Toy Story 3".&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;A primeira é lindíssima... já está na minha &lt;i&gt;playlist&lt;/i&gt;. A segunda já é demasiado comum, não me cativa. A terceira é muito relaxante, lindíssima.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;A quarta tem mesmo carimbo de "Toy Story"&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Sem grandes certezas... escolho a primeira.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1291490248693429669?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1291490248693429669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscares.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1291490248693429669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1291490248693429669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscares.html' title='Óscares'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8178449171726014834</id><published>2011-02-27T12:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:37:46.201Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Amanhã.</title><content type='html'>Pela janela mal fechada&lt;br /&gt;entra já a luz do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Morre a sombra desejada&lt;br /&gt;numa esperança fugidia.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite sem sono&lt;br /&gt;entre saliva e suor,&lt;br /&gt;com um travo de abandono&lt;br /&gt;e gosto a outro sabor.&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me "até amanhã"&lt;br /&gt;que tem de ser que te vais,&lt;br /&gt;só que amanhã sabes bem&lt;br /&gt;é sempre longe demais.&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela mal fechada&lt;br /&gt;chega a hora do cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;vai-se o tempo desfiando&lt;br /&gt;em anéis de fumo baço.&lt;br /&gt;Acendo mais um cigarro,&lt;br /&gt;invento mil ideais&lt;br /&gt;porque amanhã sei-o bem&lt;br /&gt;é sempre longe demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rádio Macau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-8178449171726014834?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8178449171726014834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/amanha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8178449171726014834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8178449171726014834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/amanha.html' title='Amanhã.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7984622285871035283</id><published>2011-02-23T14:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:29:34.301Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Vem fazer de conta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nE8P7Xw0_e8/TWUWZiSZJqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UOc31ma1qU8/s1600/A+Gralha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nE8P7Xw0_e8/TWUWZiSZJqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UOc31ma1qU8/s400/A+Gralha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem fazer de conta eu acredito em ti, estar contigo é estar com o que julgas melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nunca vamos ter o amor a rir para nós quando queremos nós ter um sorriso maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O calor é um alimento que eu preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amor é apenas um constante aviso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se sabes que eu não vivo dessa forma, tu sabes que eu não sinto dessa forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHHvPKp5k9Q"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da Weasel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7984622285871035283?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7984622285871035283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/vem-fazer-de-conta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7984622285871035283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7984622285871035283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/vem-fazer-de-conta.html' title='Vem fazer de conta.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nE8P7Xw0_e8/TWUWZiSZJqI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UOc31ma1qU8/s72-c/A+Gralha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2731647425473722490</id><published>2011-02-22T23:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:11:21.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Lost Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Life has betrayed me once &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;  I accept that &lt;b&gt;some things will never change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony&lt;br /&gt;and it's left me with a chem'cal &lt;b&gt;dependancy for sanity&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, I'm falling... how much longer till I hit the &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't tell you why&lt;/b&gt; I'm breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I really &lt;u&gt;lost control&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm coming to an &lt;b&gt;end&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've realised &lt;b&gt;what I could have been&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; so I take a breath and hide behind my bravestmask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I admit&lt;/span&gt; I've lost control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-55ZYpTwu1g"&gt;Anathema&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-2731647425473722490?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/2731647425473722490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-control.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2731647425473722490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2731647425473722490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-control.html' title='Lost Control'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6761955131928043695</id><published>2011-02-19T23:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:13:49.797Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Ouvi Dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7wNIG-52nk/TWBRTvHBqtI/AAAAAAAAArk/UuLwrMTZ2ac/s1600/E+pudesse+eu+pagar+de+outra+forma..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7wNIG-52nk/TWBRTvHBqtI/AAAAAAAAArk/UuLwrMTZ2ac/s320/E+pudesse+eu+pagar+de+outra+forma..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmBCLGzo058/TWBOTlkuPYI/AAAAAAAAArg/JkH6Mmhof9E/s1600/E+pudesse+eu+pagar+de+outra+forma..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cidade está deserta&lt;br /&gt;e alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:&lt;br /&gt;nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra&lt;br /&gt;repetida ao expoente da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Ora amarga, ora doce.&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura.&lt;i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhh_D9e5TaA"&gt;Ornatos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6761955131928043695?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6761955131928043695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/ouvi-dizer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6761955131928043695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6761955131928043695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/ouvi-dizer.html' title='Ouvi Dizer'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7wNIG-52nk/TWBRTvHBqtI/AAAAAAAAArk/UuLwrMTZ2ac/s72-c/E+pudesse+eu+pagar+de+outra+forma..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7144410119247281894</id><published>2011-02-13T21:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:59:38.725Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Snoopy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPjk3kBmnTM/TVhUBoxlBqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/l3BRHveLNjI/s1600/I%2527m+Too+Old+For+This+Shit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPjk3kBmnTM/TVhUBoxlBqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/l3BRHveLNjI/s320/I%2527m+Too+Old+For+This+Shit.JPG" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorriso*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7144410119247281894?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7144410119247281894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/snoopy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7144410119247281894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7144410119247281894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/snoopy.html' title='Snoopy'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPjk3kBmnTM/TVhUBoxlBqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/l3BRHveLNjI/s72-c/I%2527m+Too+Old+For+This+Shit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1726864767174275675</id><published>2011-02-04T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:39:20.872Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dança'/><title type='text'>A New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3LPlvn8WCWg" title="YouTube video player" 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/5023455474039971853-1726864767174275675?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1726864767174275675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-day-has-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1726864767174275675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1726864767174275675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-day-has-come.html' title='A New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3LPlvn8WCWg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-9008320929752859722</id><published>2011-02-03T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:17:32.258Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Tu és tu sempre que tu és.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TUsMPJ4YTxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rmTqnSGktRM/s1600/There%2527s+another+world+inside+of+me....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/_qMjsWIUThO8/TUsMPJ4YTxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rmTqnSGktRM/s320/There%2527s+another+world+inside+of+me....jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TUsMPRllOqI/AAAAAAAAApU/GmgWJadvMC0/s1600/You+became+the+light+on+the+dark+side+of+me..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TUsMPRllOqI/AAAAAAAAApU/GmgWJadvMC0/s1600/You+became+the+light+on+the+dark+side+of+me..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TUsMPRllOqI/AAAAAAAAApU/GmgWJadvMC0/s320/You+became+the+light+on+the+dark+side+of+me..jpg" width="309" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora pára de fazer sentido, não vês que assim estás a pisar fora da estrada. Vê se agora páras de fazer sentido, não vês que nada nos dirá mais do que nos diz nada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Foge Foge Bandido]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-9008320929752859722?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/9008320929752859722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/tu-es-tu-sempre-que-tu-es.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/9008320929752859722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/9008320929752859722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/02/tu-es-tu-sempre-que-tu-es.html' title='Tu és tu sempre que tu és.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TUsMPJ4YTxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rmTqnSGktRM/s72-c/There%2527s+another+world+inside+of+me....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5341013312852383431</id><published>2011-01-30T17:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:14:59.468Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Assim tudo de uma vez porque me apetece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ocDlOD1Hw9k" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n2STDrP5UvI" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a maior miúda. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWNfS997Qq0"&gt;A maior&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Já agora, pá loucura, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipaqUq0QINg"&gt;uma cover&lt;/a&gt; muito boa.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5341013312852383431?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5341013312852383431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/assim-tudo-de-uma-vez-porque-me-apetece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5341013312852383431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5341013312852383431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/assim-tudo-de-uma-vez-porque-me-apetece.html' title='Assim tudo de uma vez porque me apetece.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ocDlOD1Hw9k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-427192461731005835</id><published>2011-01-18T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:51:28.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"- Já hoje ouvi a cigarra...&lt;br /&gt;- É tempo dela.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma palavra de apreço pela dureza do caminho andado. Paciência. O teatro do mundo tem palco e bastidores. As palmas da plateia festejam somente os dramas encenados. Que remédio, pois, senão a gente resignar-se e aceitar as sínteses levianas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bichos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - Miguel Torga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-427192461731005835?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/427192461731005835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/427192461731005835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/427192461731005835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6708619020714721817</id><published>2011-01-10T18:48:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:07:34.365Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>You're still the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TStTvE-3YMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pmUgAuZdCGw/s1600/digitalizar0004.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/_qMjsWIUThO8/TStTvE-3YMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pmUgAuZdCGw/s320/digitalizar0004.jpg" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...) You're still the one I run to...&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to.&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I want for life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ain't nothin' better we beat the odds together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we didn't listen,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;look at what we would be missin'... (...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb6T-e5eLrs"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love you so fucking terribly enormously freaking trabitchassly incomparassbly infinitly gypsyssli much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda tua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;              Esquizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6708619020714721817?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6708619020714721817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-still-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6708619020714721817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6708619020714721817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-still-one.html' title='You&apos;re still the one.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TStTvE-3YMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pmUgAuZdCGw/s72-c/digitalizar0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7118762673726713132</id><published>2011-01-04T00:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:24:10.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Quiet Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TSJl4pD1eWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fp3gWBnF07g/s1600/Diana+Krall+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TSJl4pD1eWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fp3gWBnF07g/s400/Diana+Krall+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Numa daquelas raras noites em que vejo o que está a dar na televisão, parei na RTP2 assim que ouvi um ritmo de Jazz e deliciei-me com um concerto da Diana Krall no Brasil. Eu que nem sequer sabia que Diana Krall canta Jazz... dali não saí mais até que o concerto acabou. Adorei. Assim que tive oportunidade fui então à Fnac dar uma vista de olhos pelos inúmeros discos desta cantora e optei por trazer o &lt;i&gt;Quiet Nights&lt;/i&gt; para casa. Penso que era mesmo este o disco que ela cantava nesse concerto. E adorei, mais uma vez. Venho então aconselhar-vos. É um disco muito bom, custou cerca de €10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sossegado, suave... excelente. Adoro a voz dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Há uns dias foi-me oferecido o DVD desse tal concerto e mais uma vez, muito obrigada ao meu &lt;a href="http://nuanthosworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;mais-que-tudo&lt;/a&gt; pela prenda. &lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;Deixo-vos aqui &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGszsPhkrdo"&gt;uma&lt;/a&gt; das músicas do &lt;i&gt;Quiet Nights&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/5023455474039971853-7118762673726713132?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7118762673726713132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/quiet-nights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7118762673726713132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7118762673726713132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2011/01/quiet-nights.html' title='Quiet Nights'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TSJl4pD1eWI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fp3gWBnF07g/s72-c/Diana+Krall+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5275290842121473861</id><published>2010-12-24T14:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:37:50.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Obra genial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TRSoSoiLuAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RA_AGivMjL4/s1600/manifesto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TRSoSoiLuAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RA_AGivMjL4/s320/manifesto.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TRSoSyZXUbI/AAAAAAAAAos/AAYtpbQ2V8g/s1600/marc-bekoff-and-wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TRSoSyZXUbI/AAAAAAAAAos/AAYtpbQ2V8g/s320/marc-bekoff-and-wolf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perante esta obra eu até fico sem saber bem o que dizer... acabei-a e pensei "se eu escrevesse um livro sobre isto, quem me dera que fosse este". Mas não seria, seria um livro muito mais agressivo, muito mais dono de si e provavelmente com muito menos vendas. E ainda bem que eu não escrevi um livro sobre isto. Porque este senhor, Marc Bekoff, com o seu optimismo, compreensão, elegância... desenha um sorriso nas nossas caras e não nos deixa parar nem desistir. Ensina-nos que com agressividade as coisas não vão lá... e eu preciso de aprender isso. Dito isto. Resta-me transcrever algumas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca duvidem de que um pequeno grupo de cidadãos reflectidos e empenhados pode mudar o mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na realidade, tem sido a única coisa que o tem conseguido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [Margaret Mead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por muito que as pessoas lutem contra vocês, se acreditarem no que estão a fazer, acabarão por vencer.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Gandhi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há muito a ganhar e pouco a perder se formos em frente com elegância, humildade, respeito, compaixão, empatia e amor&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/5023455474039971853-5275290842121473861?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5275290842121473861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/12/obra-genial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5275290842121473861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5275290842121473861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/12/obra-genial.html' title='Obra genial.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TRSoSoiLuAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RA_AGivMjL4/s72-c/manifesto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3499309387764529255</id><published>2010-11-28T16:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:48:38.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Por aqui tudo continua movido a amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TPKI-L0-koI/AAAAAAAAAoM/uV508wc-9ws/s1600/%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TPKI-L0-koI/AAAAAAAAAoM/uV508wc-9ws/s320/%25231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cabelo cortado sabe-se-lá-como.&lt;br /&gt;Roupa com pêlos, buracos e borbotos.&lt;br /&gt;Cara cheia de saliva.&lt;br /&gt;Moches.&lt;br /&gt;Nódoas negras.&lt;br /&gt;Bolas. Muitas bolas.&lt;br /&gt;Rosnarrr.&lt;br /&gt;Vénias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's the dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-3499309387764529255?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3499309387764529255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/11/por-aqui-tudo-continua-movido-amor.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3499309387764529255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3499309387764529255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/11/por-aqui-tudo-continua-movido-amor.html' title='Por aqui tudo continua movido a amor.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TPKI-L0-koI/AAAAAAAAAoM/uV508wc-9ws/s72-c/%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8614475928325686395</id><published>2010-11-07T18:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:52:17.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pretty, pretty please&lt;br /&gt;don’t you ever, ever feel&lt;br /&gt;like you're less than&lt;br /&gt;fuckin’ perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P!nk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/5023455474039971853-8614475928325686395?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8614475928325686395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-fuckin-perfect-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8614475928325686395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8614475928325686395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-fuckin-perfect-to-me.html' title='.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6923111579188414931</id><published>2010-10-28T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:04:06.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>"Curso Livre De Ética E Filosofia Do Direito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;As sociedades humanas actuais medem o seu desenvolvimento pelo barulho e pela comunicação constante, ininterrupta. A solidão e o silêncio são fundamentais para que surja a pessoa, para que ela seja responsável pelas suas atitudes, pelo que é. Estas sociedades perfeitas, auto-suficientes, ateias na sua crença totalitária no super-homem, estão agora entregues ao yoga, ao tai-chi, ao reiki. Parece ter sido necessário perderem a paz da fé e a cura da oração para, na soberba que não aceita o imenso erro em que caíram, se voltarem para as correntes religiosas orientais. Melhor isso que nada, num reencaminhar para a Humanidade personalista.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Prof. Doutor Eduardo Vera-Cruz Pinto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6923111579188414931?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6923111579188414931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/10/curso-livre-de-etica-e-filosofia-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6923111579188414931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6923111579188414931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/10/curso-livre-de-etica-e-filosofia-do.html' title='&quot;Curso Livre De Ética E Filosofia Do Direito&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5188066246247795358</id><published>2010-10-15T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:36:28.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Devil's Advocate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TLi6nsXxzmI/AAAAAAAAAno/IhFk13SBvzc/s1600/pacino_devils-advocate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TLi6nsXxzmI/AAAAAAAAAno/IhFk13SBvzc/s320/pacino_devils-advocate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adorei a história. As falas. O ponto de vista.&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que o filme, adorei aquilo que ele passa.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evil has its winning ways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5188066246247795358?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5188066246247795358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/10/devils-advocate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5188066246247795358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5188066246247795358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/10/devils-advocate.html' title='Devil&apos;s Advocate'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TLi6nsXxzmI/AAAAAAAAAno/IhFk13SBvzc/s72-c/pacino_devils-advocate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3150775357216811190</id><published>2010-09-22T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:21:21.289Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Paparapapapapa...</title><content type='html'>"O que é que achas das praxes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Infelizmente, nas últimas duas semanas tem sido esta a pergunta que me fazem com maior regularidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, pessoa que nunca foi a uma praxe (vá, estou-vos a dar um contra-argumento aproveitem) acho as praxes ridiculas (daí nunca ter ido). Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque acho que por um lado, as praxes são uma maneira de uns terem alguma auto-estima e sentimento de superioridade que de outro modo não conseguem. Sentem-se muito importantes porque já estão na faculdade há mais de um ano (lembro-me bem que também me senti assim na minha 2ª classe) e acham que isso é um motivo totalmente válido para mandarem outros fazerem coisas sem nexo só porque sim. Perdão. &lt;i&gt;Para se sentirem integrados no ambiente universitário.&lt;/i&gt; Por outro lado é também uma maneira de outros esquecerem que aquele sítio é para trabalhar (coisa chata), e terem então um motivo para faltarem o mais que puderem, se sentirem fixes (como? não faço ideia mas é a verdade) e dali a um ano poderem então vestir os seus trajes (totalmente apropriados para toda a altura do ano) e mandarem nos outros. A que é que isto me soa? Brincadeiras de criança. &lt;i&gt;Ahah vês? Tens orelhas de burroooo, porquê? Porque estás no primeiro ano! Eu já não estou! Ahah! És burroooo! Vá. Agora vais fazer o que eu digo porque sou mais esperto que tu e deves-me respeito.&lt;/i&gt; -.-' Oh. Por. Favor.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou anti-praxe? Não. De maneira nenhuma, ser anti-praxe requer querer acabar com as praxes... e eu não vejo qualquer importância nas praxes... para sequer querer que elas acabem... só têm o mínimo de importância necessária para dar uma resposta por escrito à pergunta repetida tantas vezes nos últimos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha conclusão: as praxes não fazem absolutamente falta nenhuma no campo de integração universitária, isso é só uma maneira de aflorar o ridículo (oui, acho que ridículo é mesmo o adjectivo perfeito). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelo vosso tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-3150775357216811190?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3150775357216811190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/09/paparapapapapa.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3150775357216811190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3150775357216811190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/09/paparapapapapa.html' title='Paparapapapapa...'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4582794367309149568</id><published>2010-09-03T12:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:05:56.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>The Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_qMjsWIUThO8/TIDXOF1akDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/aF2L2qmRBMw/s1600/horas_2002_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TIDXOF1akDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/aF2L2qmRBMw/s400/horas_2002_15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mrs&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; said she would buy the &lt;i&gt;flowers&lt;/i&gt; herself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O som de como as vozes saíam, a maneira de como as cores se controlavam, a história, as ligações, as interpretações excelentes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gostei muito.&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/5023455474039971853-4582794367309149568?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4582794367309149568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/09/hours.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4582794367309149568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4582794367309149568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/09/hours.html' title='The Hours'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TIDXOF1akDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/aF2L2qmRBMw/s72-c/horas_2002_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7526730607517118141</id><published>2010-08-13T16:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:56:50.499+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>There's been a grave misunderstanding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TGVp8v4DX8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/EwYV9ScR-Cg/s1600/Corpse_Bride_Wallpaper_3_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TGVp8v4DX8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/EwYV9ScR-Cg/s320/Corpse_Bride_Wallpaper_3_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bem ditas férias que me deixam fazer &lt;i&gt;check&lt;/i&gt; em tanta coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi a vez de ver &lt;i&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/i&gt;... um filme que já tinha visto... mas que merecia ser visto novamente e desta vez com a qualidade de um DVD e de uma boa televisão. =)&lt;br /&gt;Adorei o filme... adorei as personagens, a roupa, a banda-sonora, o cenário, as falas, os pormenores, a história... tudo tudo. Quando vi os extras ainda fiquei a adorar mais... tanto trabalho minucioso que foi feito para este resultado ser conseguido. Fiquei, literalmente, de boca aberta... e se não foi a primeira vez que fiquei assim... foi das poucas.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não ultrapassa o meu filme preferido: &lt;i&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/i&gt;, mas anda lá muito perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei tudo à cerca deste filme. Excelente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7526730607517118141?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7526730607517118141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-been-grave-misunderstanding.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7526730607517118141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7526730607517118141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-been-grave-misunderstanding.html' title='There&apos;s been a grave misunderstanding.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TGVp8v4DX8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/EwYV9ScR-Cg/s72-c/Corpse_Bride_Wallpaper_3_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2469348079702128952</id><published>2010-07-26T20:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:06:04.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Eu Amo Você</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;"Li uma notícia que diz que cada vez mais pessoas fogem sem pagar nas gasolineiras. Qual é a admiração? Há pelo menos uma onde os clientes acabam de abastecer e surge uma voz feminina a dizer: "Obrigado e boa viagem."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Estão à espera de quê? Aposto que a malta até vai com intenções de pagar, mas, perante isto, o mais certo é pensarem que a senhora quer oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Já me aconteceu. Abasteci e quando ela exclama "Obrigado e boa viagem", fui embora. Juro que pensei que a senhora fazia anos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Se não querem que a malta se pire, ponham a bomba a dizer: "Obrigado, mas não se esqueça de ir pagar, se não, ainda vai ter problemas, seu caloteiro! Ai que raio que ainda me irrito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu Amo Você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;- Nilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um belo livro para descansar a mente. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-2469348079702128952?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/2469348079702128952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-amo-voce.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2469348079702128952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2469348079702128952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-amo-voce.html' title='Eu Amo Você'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1203976329672592851</id><published>2010-07-24T15:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:26:39.281+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Your mind is the scene of the crime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TEr3DKr52aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A2-bFhKc5p0/s1600/inception_movie_poster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TEr3DKr52aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A2-bFhKc5p0/s320/inception_movie_poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme é genial.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez gosto mais dos trabalhos do Leonardo Dicaprio, e acho que o director deste filme é muito bom no que faz. Os meus parabéns senhor Christopher Nolan.&lt;br /&gt;É, sem dúvida, um filme a comprar e a rever umas duas vezes no mínimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1203976329672592851?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1203976329672592851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-mind-is-scene-of-crime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1203976329672592851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1203976329672592851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-mind-is-scene-of-crime.html' title='Your mind is the scene of the crime.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TEr3DKr52aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A2-bFhKc5p0/s72-c/inception_movie_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6410704586257756826</id><published>2010-07-19T16:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:57:30.134+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Data. Data. Data.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TERtNutjyfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/V2jIth8tF50/s1600/sherlock_holmes_hans_zimmer.jpg_bbnewvzmlm.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/_qMjsWIUThO8/TERtNutjyfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/V2jIth8tF50/s320/sherlock_holmes_hans_zimmer.jpg_bbnewvzmlm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembram-se de ter falado &lt;a href="http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/sherlock-holmes.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; da banda sonora? Pois que eu e o Pê a comprámos no &lt;i&gt;Ebay&lt;/i&gt; e ela chegou hoje e é, de facto, um tesouro. Com muita qualidade, parabéns ao senhor Hans Zimmer, compositor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[E custou à volta de €5, portanto, valeu muito a pena.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6410704586257756826?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6410704586257756826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/data-data-data.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6410704586257756826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6410704586257756826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/data-data-data.html' title='Data. Data. Data.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TERtNutjyfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/V2jIth8tF50/s72-c/sherlock_holmes_hans_zimmer.jpg_bbnewvzmlm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4052231606952633901</id><published>2010-07-19T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:03:29.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TERwLLY8rrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1FweP2--T98/s1600/awp_3_1024.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/_qMjsWIUThO8/TERwLLY8rrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1FweP2--T98/s320/awp_3_1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's the thing about the future: every time you look at it, it changes. Because you look at it, and that, changes everything else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-4052231606952633901?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4052231606952633901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/next.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4052231606952633901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4052231606952633901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/07/next.html' title='Next'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TERwLLY8rrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1FweP2--T98/s72-c/awp_3_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3230045092477334188</id><published>2010-05-30T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:29:28.174+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_qMjsWIUThO8/TALmEK5A9SI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MPbenPiu8N4/s1600/shawshank-redemption-by-starzdotcom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TALmEK5A9SI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MPbenPiu8N4/s400/shawshank-redemption-by-starzdotcom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="info-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="info-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="info-content" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://nuanthosworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;honey&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&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/5023455474039971853-3230045092477334188?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3230045092477334188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/shawshank-redemption.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3230045092477334188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3230045092477334188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/shawshank-redemption.html' title='Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/TALmEK5A9SI/AAAAAAAAAkk/MPbenPiu8N4/s72-c/shawshank-redemption-by-starzdotcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8834452346069293599</id><published>2010-05-27T13:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:23:37.065+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>The Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S_5iqQwjuFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/BV38vjhowxM/s1600/the-reader-winslet-kross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S_5iqQwjuFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/BV38vjhowxM/s320/the-reader-winslet-kross.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um filme diferente daquilo que ando a ver ultimamente... mas um excelente filme.&lt;br /&gt;A Kate Winslet mereceu, sem dúvida o Óscar de Melhor Actriz.&lt;br /&gt;A história é boa, nada de extraordinário mas penso que é isso que faz o filme ser tão bom...&lt;br /&gt;é que não tem nada de extraordinário... é tudo tão real, tudo tão alcansável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como &lt;a href="http://swallow-words.blogspot.com/search/label/cinema"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; disse, o fim deixa um aperto no coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-8834452346069293599?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8834452346069293599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/reader.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8834452346069293599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8834452346069293599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/reader.html' title='The Reader'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S_5iqQwjuFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/BV38vjhowxM/s72-c/the-reader-winslet-kross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5073180283033822138</id><published>2010-05-19T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:00:43.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Foolish Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9abuQVho5I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&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/L9abuQVho5I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5073180283033822138?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5073180283033822138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/foolish-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5073180283033822138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5073180283033822138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/foolish-games.html' title='Foolish Games'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3156835225269377718</id><published>2010-05-14T19:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:53:43.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Eu tenho uma nuvem que brinca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S-2bnEmTiCI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qs64V-sHCl4/s1600/Noopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S-2bnEmTiCI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qs64V-sHCl4/s640/Noopy.jpg" width="640" /&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;&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;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fazes tudo valer a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-3156835225269377718?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3156835225269377718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tenho-uma-nuvem-que-brinca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3156835225269377718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3156835225269377718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tenho-uma-nuvem-que-brinca.html' title='Eu tenho uma nuvem que brinca.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S-2bnEmTiCI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qs64V-sHCl4/s72-c/Noopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2842836507572978944</id><published>2010-05-06T12:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:38:22.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Terráqueos</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-239204330856039070&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;fs=true" style="height: 326px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-2842836507572978944?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2842836507572978944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2842836507572978944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/terraqueos.html' title='Terráqueos'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-9106752315429055599</id><published>2010-05-03T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:03:58.307+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Iron Man II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S97F2t4XMMI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G0v6dPKart4/s1600/iron-man-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S97F2t4XMMI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G0v6dPKart4/s320/iron-man-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Com um trabalho tão bem realizado como está o Iron Man I, era obrigatório ir ver o segundo.&lt;br /&gt;E está igualmente espectacular. O Robert Downey Jr. está igual a si próprio... fez um trabalho excelente para continuar a grande personagem que é o Tony Stark e a Gwyneth Paltrow não ficou a trás.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Este segundo filme conta com a participação da lindíssima Scarlett Johansson, que faz um papel brutal, no entanto, acho que, em certas ocasiões, poderia ser um papel um pouco mais subtil para não dar aquela sensação de exagero de filme de acção... não sei se me fiz entender, quem vir o filme deve conseguir perceber. Infelizmente, na minha opinião, o Terrence Howard foi substituído pelo actor Don Cheadle, gostei mais do trabalho do primeiro... no primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; O filme de uma maneira geral está com uma grande qualidade, a história foi bem desenvolvida e espero que haja o terceiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siQgD9qOhRs"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; que também está muito bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-9106752315429055599?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/9106752315429055599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-man-ii.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/9106752315429055599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/9106752315429055599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-man-ii.html' title='Iron Man II'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S97F2t4XMMI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G0v6dPKart4/s72-c/iron-man-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-9098871790895519732</id><published>2010-04-30T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:48:10.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dança'/><title type='text'>Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PZmuHOjqRA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&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/3PZmuHOjqRA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&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/5023455474039971853-9098871790895519732?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/9098871790895519732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/04/mad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/9098871790895519732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/9098871790895519732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/04/mad.html' title='Mad'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-475522633066082678</id><published>2010-04-25T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:54:51.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Página 75.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lá vejo ainda a nossa Casa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toda de lume, cor de brasa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Altiva, entre árvores, tão só!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lá se abrem os portões gradeados,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lá vêm com velas os criados,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lá vem, sorrindo, a minha Avó.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E então, Jesus! quantos abraços!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Qu'é dos teus olhos, dos teus braços,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Valha-me Deus! como ele vem!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E admirada, com as mãos juntas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toda me enchia de perguntas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como se eu viesse de Belém!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- E os teus estudos, tens-me andado?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomara eu ver-te formado!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Livre de Coimbra, minha flor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas vens tão magro, tão sumido...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trazes tu no peito escondido,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que eu não saiba, algum amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No entanto entrava no meu quarto:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo tão bom, tudo tão farto!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que leito aquele! e a água, Jesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E os lençóis! rico cheiro a linho!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Vá, dorme, que vens cansadinho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não adormeças com a luz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu deitava-me, mudo e triste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(- Reza também o Terço, ouviste?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Versos, bailando dentro de mim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tinha tempo de ir na sala,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De novo: - Apaga a luz! - Que rala!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Descansa, minha Avó, que sim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ora, às ocultas, eu trazia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No seio, um livro e lia, lia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Garrett da minha paixão...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daí a pouco a mesma reza:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não vás dormir de luz acesa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apaga a luz!... (E eu ainda... não!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E continuava, lendo, lendo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O dia vinha já rompendo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De novo: - Já dormes, diz?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bff!... e dormia com a ideia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquela tia Doroteia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De que fala Júlio Dinis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ó Portugal da minha infância,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei que é, amo-te a distância,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amo-te mais, quando estou só...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qual de vós não teve na Vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma jornada parecida,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou assim, como eu, uma Avó?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Paris, 1892.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;António Nobre - &lt;i&gt;Só&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-475522633066082678?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/475522633066082678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagina-75.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/475522633066082678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/475522633066082678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagina-75.html' title='Página 75.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6267878243587814600</id><published>2010-04-03T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:38:37.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Fazias isso ao teu cão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S7aDv2DtsII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Vo15U51ilgs/s1600/00000208685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S7aDv2DtsII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Vo15U51ilgs/s320/00000208685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Das obras mais brilhantes que já li até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Nada que possa dizer vai fazer justiça ao &lt;a href="http://www.wook.pt/ficha/a-vida-emocional-dos-animais/a/id/1206309" style="color: red;"&gt;livro&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;É de leitura obrigatória.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6267878243587814600?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6267878243587814600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/04/fazias-isso-ao-teu-cao.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6267878243587814600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6267878243587814600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/04/fazias-isso-ao-teu-cao.html' title='Fazias isso ao teu cão?'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S7aDv2DtsII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Vo15U51ilgs/s72-c/00000208685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6748542674734744163</id><published>2010-03-01T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:41:14.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Justiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S4vRmkvnOXI/AAAAAAAAAik/klRKFOMRs2Y/s1600-h/Justi%C3%A7a.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/_qMjsWIUThO8/S4vRmkvnOXI/AAAAAAAAAik/klRKFOMRs2Y/s320/Justi%C3%A7a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um pedaço de mim que irá servir todos vós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6748542674734744163?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6748542674734744163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/03/justica.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6748542674734744163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6748542674734744163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/03/justica.html' title='Justiça'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S4vRmkvnOXI/AAAAAAAAAik/klRKFOMRs2Y/s72-c/Justi%C3%A7a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7548721353565222130</id><published>2010-02-02T23:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:24:50.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXLvRa9--Uw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&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/oXLvRa9--Uw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-7548721353565222130?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7548721353565222130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-thrown-fist-full-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7548721353565222130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7548721353565222130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-thrown-fist-full-of.html' title='Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8548823605258205031</id><published>2010-01-21T20:47:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:39:11.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Idealistas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S1i2wVSlaOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1PddKK2RDkw/s1600-h/Justi%C3%A7a+II.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S1i2wVSlaOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1PddKK2RDkw/s400/Justi%C3%A7a+II.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chegará                        o dia em que a matança de um animal será considerada                        crime tanto quanto o assassinato de um Homem&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A                        grandeza de uma nação pode ser julgada pelo                        modo que seus animais são tratados. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Mahatma                        Gandh&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A                        compaixão pelos animais está intimamente ligada                        a bondade de carácter, e pode ser seguramente afirmado                        que quem é cruel com os animais não pode ser                        um bom Homem.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Primeiro                        foi necessário civilizar o homem em relação                        ao próprio homem. Agora é necessário                        civilizar o homem em relação a natureza e                        aos animais.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Victor Hugo&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Falai                        aos animais, em lugar de lhes bater. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Leon Tolstoi&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tome partido.                Neutralidade ajuda o opressor, nunca a vítima. Silêncio                encoraja o torturador, nunca o torturado.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Elie Wiesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu desprezo                e abomino desculpas em nome da infame prática da vivissecção... Preferiria ser submetido à pior das mortes, aguentando dor                indefinidamente, a ter um único cão ou gato torturado sob o pretexto de me dar alguns momentos de alívio.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;-                Robert Browning&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse direito                - o de matar um veado ou uma vaca - parece-nos natural porque nós                estamos no alto da hierarquia. Mas bastaria que um terceiro entrasse em jogo, por exemplo, um visitante de outro planeta a quem Deus                tivesse dito: tu reinarás sobre as criaturas de todas as                outras estrelas - para que toda a evidência do Génese                fosse posta em dúvida. O homem atrelado à carroça                de um marciano - eventualmente grelhado no espeto por um visitante                da Via-Láctea - talvez se lembrasse da costeleta de vitela                que tinha o hábito de cortar no seu prato. Pediria (tarde                demais), desculpas à vaca.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Milan Kundera&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se os matadouros                tivessem paredes de vidro, todos seriam vegetarianos. Nós sentimo-nos melhores connosco mesmos e melhores com os animais,                sabendo que não estamos a contribuir para o sofrimento                deles.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Paul e Linda McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não                tenho dúvidas que é parte do destino da raça                humana, na sua evolução gradual, parar de comer animais.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Henry David Thoreau&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O destino dos                animais é muito mais importante para mim do que o medo de                parecer ridículo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Émile Zola &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/5023455474039971853-8548823605258205031?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8548823605258205031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/idealistas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8548823605258205031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8548823605258205031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/idealistas.html' title='Idealistas...'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S1i2wVSlaOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1PddKK2RDkw/s72-c/Justi%C3%A7a+II.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1004063190822120129</id><published>2010-01-11T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:00:09.689Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Gatóni El Rey Da Máfia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tm7ilwNYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/z248tVrwbj0/s1600-h/Gato+I.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tm7ilwNYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/z248tVrwbj0/s320/Gato+I.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tnBTcwIaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3ZiaYYZT5lg/s1600-h/Gato+III.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tnBTcwIaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3ZiaYYZT5lg/s320/Gato+III.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tm_z8mykI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Y5RR4XizxLc/s1600-h/Gato+II.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tm_z8mykI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Y5RR4XizxLc/s320/Gato+II.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1004063190822120129?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1004063190822120129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/gatoni-el-rey-da-mafia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1004063190822120129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1004063190822120129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/gatoni-el-rey-da-mafia.html' title='Gatóni El Rey Da Máfia'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/S0tm7ilwNYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/z248tVrwbj0/s72-c/Gato+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1904436383753130208</id><published>2010-01-06T01:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:09:36.896Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>A Felicidade não traz boas prosas.</title><content type='html'>Quando aquela é a &lt;b&gt;tua&lt;/b&gt; cidade e quando aquela é a tua temperatura. Quando aquela é a tua gente. Mesmo sem existir em ti. A tua gente. Quando aquela é a tua cama quando finalmente sentes os teus lençóis... aquela almofada. O desejo de dormir. Tu ficas diferente, todos ficam. Os cheiros que eram adaptam-se à tua cidade. Os teus olhos brilham. O teu cão sossega. O teu gato diz-te que aquele é o seu lugar que é ali que se sente seguro. Os cheiros são iguais e é como se tivesses nascido naquele sítio, com aquela gente. Quando és feliz e sentes genuinamente que és feliz. Quando finalmente adormeces e acordas como se fosse o dia mais bonito que alguma vez viste... todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás em casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1904436383753130208?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1904436383753130208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/felicidade-nao-traz-boas-prosas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1904436383753130208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1904436383753130208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/felicidade-nao-traz-boas-prosas.html' title='A Felicidade não traz boas prosas.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-547582076692612642</id><published>2010-01-02T17:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:57:25.068Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/Sz-HgsqWTXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/40H0x5i3iqQ/s1600-h/sherlock-holmes-preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/Sz-HgsqWTXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/40H0x5i3iqQ/s320/sherlock-holmes-preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aprovado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;interacção entre as personagens&lt;/b&gt; está muito bem trabalhada.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;guarda-roupa&lt;/b&gt; não podia estar mais bem adequado.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;b&gt; aspecto cómico &lt;/b&gt;de cada um não é fraco nem exagerado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um grande filme... &lt;b&gt;o trailer&lt;/b&gt; cativou-me completamente, está muito muito bem feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico à espera do segundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-547582076692612642?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/547582076692612642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/sherlock-holmes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/547582076692612642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/547582076692612642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2010/01/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/Sz-HgsqWTXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/40H0x5i3iqQ/s72-c/sherlock-holmes-preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4201045633293442327</id><published>2009-12-18T00:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:21:29.795+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Simon's Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&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/I1qHVVbYG8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&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/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&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/4rb8aOzy9t4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Estou simplesmente apaixonada por este cartoon.&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/5023455474039971853-4201045633293442327?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4201045633293442327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/12/simons-cat.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4201045633293442327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4201045633293442327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/12/simons-cat.html' title='Simon&apos;s Cat'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6708719075011481451</id><published>2009-12-10T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:28:47.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SyBOp-3kWUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/AJmEM_mmgww/s1600-h/Outono.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SyBOp-3kWUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/AJmEM_mmgww/s640/Outono.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um wallpaper lindo mesmo do lado de fora da janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6708719075011481451?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6708719075011481451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/12/outono.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6708719075011481451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6708719075011481451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/12/outono.html' title='Outono'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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possíveis e mais alguns...&lt;br /&gt;a sala Suggia era enorme e tinha uma acústica fantástica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos aqui uma das músicas mais conhecidas dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pcz8MyQipIA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&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/Pcz8MyQipIA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um concerto a não esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada à família Cunha por me dar a conhecer esta artista. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5366266583563278932?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5366266583563278932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/12/lisa-ekdahl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5366266583563278932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5366266583563278932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/12/lisa-ekdahl.html' title='Lisa Ekdahl'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6586964122348905781</id><published>2009-11-28T01:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:25:46.683Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dança'/><title type='text'>Das coisas mais lindas que eu vi nos últimos tempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhsVYaDMCJ0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&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/XhsVYaDMCJ0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/5023455474039971853-6586964122348905781?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6586964122348905781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/11/das-coisas-mais-lindas-que-eu-vi-nos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6586964122348905781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6586964122348905781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/11/das-coisas-mais-lindas-que-eu-vi-nos.html' title='Das coisas mais lindas que eu vi nos últimos tempos...'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4495083343196106167</id><published>2009-11-18T14:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:20:39.952Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Edward Scissorhands</title><content type='html'>Estou encantada.&lt;br /&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/_qMjsWIUThO8/SwQCYHA08YI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7KaSEjxMG2Y/s1600/Edward2.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/_qMjsWIUThO8/SwQCYHA08YI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7KaSEjxMG2Y/s320/Edward2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha personagem preferida, sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Que filme. Que personagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu nunca tinha visto este filme antes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-4495083343196106167?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4495083343196106167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/11/edward-scissorhands.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4495083343196106167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4495083343196106167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/11/edward-scissorhands.html' title='Edward Scissorhands'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SwQCYHA08YI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7KaSEjxMG2Y/s72-c/Edward2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-608759838516104411</id><published>2009-11-10T23:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:28:44.309Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escrevi o meu nome num livro escuro; se alguém perguntar por mim, ainda não nasci!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mário Bruno Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-608759838516104411?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/608759838516104411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/608759838516104411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/11/onde-fica-o-sitio-que-nos-faz-falta.html' title='.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8454687211800415423</id><published>2009-10-27T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:16:24.565Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SubySZfYjCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/CG0_C-CeUv0/s1600-h/16931__lost_in_translation_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SubySZfYjCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/CG0_C-CeUv0/s320/16931__lost_in_translation_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filme difícil de gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adorei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYAS92XPvIM"&gt;Trailer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-8454687211800415423?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8454687211800415423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-in-translation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8454687211800415423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8454687211800415423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost In Translation'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SubySZfYjCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/CG0_C-CeUv0/s72-c/16931__lost_in_translation_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7666840089704311240</id><published>2009-10-22T01:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:35:12.687+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/St-dGs4vKHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/P1D6_TsPLRs/s1600-h/a++VOLVER-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/St-dGs4vKHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/P1D6_TsPLRs/s400/a++VOLVER-9.jpg" /&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;Pois que o vi ontem e gostei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não me fez impressão nenhuma o facto de ser um filme espanhol... pelo contrário, até gostei bastante. A Penélope faz um grande trabalho, foi merecido o prémio de interpretação feminina do festival de Cannes 2006. Gostei bastante da personagem dela e de todas as outras. Já conhecia a actriz Lola Dueñas do filme &lt;i&gt;Mar Adentro&lt;/i&gt; e também esteve lindamente neste. O filme no seu todo está muito muito bom, a história pode muito facilmente tornar-se em algo do género de novela mexicana ou &lt;i&gt;fait-divers&lt;/i&gt; ou até algo cómico (pelo lado mau) mas quem vê o filme apercebe-se do trabalho e da qualidade com que ele foi feito... para não cair no caminho mais fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A única coisa que tenho a apontar é o nitido playback que a Penélope faz a uma certa parte do filme... acho que o facto de a personagem cantar muito bem e tudo o que isso desencadeia... é algo que podia (e devia na minha opinião) ser substituído por outro engenho qualquer e dar o mesmo resultado... assim escusavam de pôr a mulher a fazer playback. (Eu, sinceramente não fui investigar se era playback ou não... mas pareceu-me nitidamente playback.) Posto isto, aconselho vivamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABSvppyQGdE"&gt;Trailer.&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/5023455474039971853-7666840089704311240?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7666840089704311240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/volver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7666840089704311240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7666840089704311240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/volver.html' title='Volver'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/St-dGs4vKHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/P1D6_TsPLRs/s72-c/a++VOLVER-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1096814765954141011</id><published>2009-10-19T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:04:40.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Portal Dos Guardiões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/StzGCCWsaSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8e3RkiZA8TM/s1600-h/Portal+dos+Guardi%C3%B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/StzGCCWsaSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8e3RkiZA8TM/s320/Portal+dos+Guardi%C3%B5es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde fica o sítio que nos faz falta?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wook.pt/ficha/onde-fica-o-sitio-que-nos-faz-falta-/a/id/196768/filter/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mário Bruno Cruz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1096814765954141011?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1096814765954141011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/portal-dos-guardioes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1096814765954141011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1096814765954141011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/portal-dos-guardioes.html' title='Portal Dos Guardiões'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/StzGCCWsaSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8e3RkiZA8TM/s72-c/Portal+dos+Guardi%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3109919861721781395</id><published>2009-10-06T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:56:24.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Ensaio Sobre O Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;O amor, impostura lilás do amanhecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pétala rosa, pétala cinzenta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bigorna retorcida de prazer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que fazes um poema em cada frase?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que é tão lesto o gesto do teu braço?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixa ficar neste colo o teu abraço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;deixa que me digas sim, sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo marcará sobre este traço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;o amargo da lonjura.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ternura inquieta da gente que se amou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Troca as palavras comigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu dou-te a mais doce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tu dás-me a que restou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que Amor Tão Perdido Uma Flor Fora de Temp&lt;/i&gt;o de Maria João Quintela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-3109919861721781395?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3109919861721781395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/ensaio-sobre-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3109919861721781395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3109919861721781395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/10/ensaio-sobre-o-amor.html' title='Ensaio Sobre O Amor'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5876536329386127039</id><published>2009-09-30T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:44:01.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Página 33.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Porque pura e simplesmente não é justo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. - Eu Amo-te&lt;/span&gt; de Cecelia Ahern.&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/5023455474039971853-5876536329386127039?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5876536329386127039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/pagina-33.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5876536329386127039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5876536329386127039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/pagina-33.html' title='Página 33.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-385085361805154114</id><published>2009-09-30T18:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:11:44.472+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Post Scriptum - Eu Amo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SsOTLsVIlsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SFXeqJpaWrY/s1600-h/01270001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387311408352892610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SsOTLsVIlsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SFXeqJpaWrY/s320/01270001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 208px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabei de o ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que é que eu tenho a dizer...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom. Ao princípio achava aquilo tudo muito Margarida Rebelo Pinto e não gostava do ambiente do livro... depois comecei-me a aperceber que a Cecelia Ahern não tinha nada que ver com este ambiente que o livro suscita... mas a culpada (na minha perspectiva, era a tradutora Helena Barbas - senhora que eu acho que conheço mas vamos acreditar que é outra Helena Barbas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Culpada de quê? Culpada da linguagem excessivamente dramática e muito desadequada... acho que a tradução foi feita muito literalmente e isso não funciona nada bem neste livro... corta um bocadinho o momento. De quando em vez dava por mim a "sair" de repente do livro e a arrepiar-me da tradução mal... adequada. Enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não chorei uma única vez durante a leitura do livro, só para que fique sublinhado. Acabei-o ontem por volta das 5h/6h da madrugada e fechei-o... e só aí... é que comecei a sentir as consequências de espelhar os livros nas nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De uma maneira geral, gostei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Spoiler alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É um livro que retrata bem a realidade de perder alguém... mas confesso que estava sempre na esperança que o raio do homem estivesse a brincar e ainda estivesse vivo... ou por magia... ressuscitasse... não. Não consegui adaptar-me à ideia como a Holly conseguiu... mas gostei muito que ela no fim, tivesse pronta para recomeçar. E EU SABIA! Desde o primeiro contacto com o cliente da papelaria! Eu sabia que ele era muito fixe e eles podiam ter ali qualquer coisa! Eu devia escrever um livro. Ou então não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha gente. É tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou agora ver se vejo o filme do livro... e depois se assim me apetecer, digo-vos o que achei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-385085361805154114?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/385085361805154114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-scriptum-eu-amo-te.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/385085361805154114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/385085361805154114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-scriptum-eu-amo-te.html' title='Post Scriptum - Eu Amo-te'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SsOTLsVIlsI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SFXeqJpaWrY/s72-c/01270001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4926848435842455191</id><published>2009-09-12T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:51:40.504+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Carta Sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SqwXXzC4fOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BwtmXHhyulY/s1600-h/Carta+Sentimental.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SqwXXzC4fOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BwtmXHhyulY/s400/Carta+Sentimental.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380701352407629026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} span.work  {mso-style-name:work;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Vais ter uma morte lenta e agonizante, sem que os teus gritos alcancem a atmosfera dos teus sonhos inúteis. Vais cair prostrada ao teu Deus inútil, vais pagar por seres tão puta e libertina. Ninguém te vai perdoar isso. A sociedade vai estender-te tentáculos tão ágeis que para onde quer que vás descobrirás os rostos da perseguição. A tua doença vai nascer como um cancro podre a consumir-te segundo a segundo até ao ramo da forca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carta Sentimental&lt;/span&gt; por João Henrique Alvim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-4926848435842455191?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4926848435842455191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/carta-sentimental.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4926848435842455191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4926848435842455191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/carta-sentimental.html' title='Carta Sentimental'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SqwXXzC4fOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BwtmXHhyulY/s72-c/Carta+Sentimental.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5586027105939481135</id><published>2009-09-06T14:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:39:22.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Camila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SqO6CD6bTLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Jqqq4hZgjOo/s1600-h/Camila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378346924583374002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SqO6CD6bTLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Jqqq4hZgjOo/s400/Camila.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A compaixão pelos animais está intimamente ligada à bondade de carácter,&lt;br /&gt;e pode ser seguramente afirmado que quem é cruel com os animais&lt;br /&gt;não pode ser um bom homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/5023455474039971853-5586027105939481135?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5586027105939481135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/camila.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5586027105939481135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5586027105939481135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/09/camila.html' title='Camila'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SqO6CD6bTLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Jqqq4hZgjOo/s72-c/Camila.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6689120648551979106</id><published>2009-08-25T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:09:43.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>A Morte Dos Vampiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SpMdKe-vYCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PY3ePmG-m0k/s1600-h/A+Morte+dos+Vampiros%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SpMdKe-vYCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PY3ePmG-m0k/s400/A+Morte+dos+Vampiros%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373670846335246370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Vampiros tal qual eles realmente existem, são criaturas de contradições.           &lt;br /&gt;São imortais, mas continuam agarrados àquilo que ainda têm de humanos.           &lt;br /&gt;Poderosos, mas sempre cautelosos para manter a sua existência escondida            da sociedade humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-6689120648551979106?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6689120648551979106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/08/morte-dos-vampiros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6689120648551979106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6689120648551979106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/08/morte-dos-vampiros.html' title='A Morte Dos Vampiros'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SpMdKe-vYCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PY3ePmG-m0k/s72-c/A+Morte+dos+Vampiros%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1711641983349500704</id><published>2009-07-08T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:55:07.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>P!nk - Live In Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SlSLIzKVNzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dgoLHG4cb0I/s1600-h/Live+in+Europe+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SlSLIzKVNzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dgoLHG4cb0I/s400/Live+in+Europe+2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356058840139118386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pensei umas três vezes antes de o comprar... mas acabei por trazer este DVD da Fnac do Norteshopping... paguei €15,90 por ele... cheguei a casa, vi tudo de uma vez... e fiquei ainda mais apaixonada por esta mulher (e eu a pensar que não era possível).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom... fiquei com a necessidade vital de a ir ver ao vivo... e de ter muita da roupa que ela usa. Não sei que mais vos dizer... a não ser que tinha a necessidade de vos dizer que comprei este DVD, porque é uma pérola... inclui um concerto inteiro e ainda um documentário "On The Road With P!nk" - onde vemos... que o raio da miúda é mesmo boa pessoa... é mesmo... digna de ser ídolo de alguém. É a minha ídola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecer: ver P!nk ao vivo (de preferência em Roma ou Portugal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what i'm talking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHr0jbDYz3o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHr0jbDYz3o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8jDTy5r82w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8jDTy5r82w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/5023455474039971853-1711641983349500704?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1711641983349500704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/07/pnk-live-in-europe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1711641983349500704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1711641983349500704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/07/pnk-live-in-europe.html' title='P!nk - Live In Europe'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SlSLIzKVNzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dgoLHG4cb0I/s72-c/Live+in+Europe+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4565767798169491470</id><published>2009-06-21T21:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:59:15.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>"Folhas Caídas", Almeida Garrett.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  "Deixai-o passar, gente do mundo, devotos do poder, da riqueza, do mando, ou da glória. Ele não entende bem disso, e vós não entendeis nada dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Deixai-o passar, porque ele vai onde vós não ides; vai, ainda que zombeis dele, que o calunieis, que o assassineis. Vai, porque é espírito, e vós sois matéria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  E vós morrereis, ele não. Ou só morrerá dele aquilo em que se pareceu e se uniu convosco. E essa falta, que é a mesma de Adão, também será punida com a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Mas não triunfeis, porque a morte não passa do corpo, que é tudo em vós, e nada ou quase nada no poeta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janeiro de 1853.&lt;/span&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/5023455474039971853-4565767798169491470?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4565767798169491470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/06/folhas-caidas-almeida-garrett.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4565767798169491470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4565767798169491470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/06/folhas-caidas-almeida-garrett.html' title='&quot;Folhas Caídas&quot;, Almeida Garrett.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5752623269229711289</id><published>2009-03-10T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:27:21.006+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Acordo Ortográfico? Não obrigada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SbZucUeWC3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/rYSaguXaeE8/s1600-h/orig_publico2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SbZucUeWC3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/rYSaguXaeE8/s320/orig_publico2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311554243341454194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou a favor do Acordo Ortográfico e um dia farei um bom texto como forma de explicar os meus pontos de vista. Enquanto isso não acontece, deixo-vos aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://orto.no.sapo.pt/c00.htm"&gt;uma face da moeda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Li todo o texto com a maior das atenções e fiquei esclarecida. No entanto, não consigo nem vou escrever de acordo com o que se explica nesse endereço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O próximo passo... será descobrir porque raio é que eu não tive uma palavra a dar, como cidadã portuguesa, sobre este assunto...&lt;br /&gt;ou se calhar tive (a oportunidade) e andei desinformada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, analisarei tudo num outro texto... num outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E vocês? Já têm opinião formada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5752623269229711289?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5752623269229711289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/03/acordo-ortografico.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5752623269229711289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5752623269229711289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/03/acordo-ortografico.html' title='Acordo Ortográfico? Não obrigada.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SbZucUeWC3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/rYSaguXaeE8/s72-c/orig_publico2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1053034704846849735</id><published>2009-03-03T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:27:52.736+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Eu adoro Geeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde que namoro com o meu querido respectivo, oiço conversas dele com colegas... absolutamente, de rir. Mas acontece que quando as vou contar, esqueço-me das expressões que eles usam e acabo por inventar algo do género "agora é só insert na motherboar do disco ram para delete o bug do processador"... e não, não faço ideia do que acabei de dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom. O que vos quero dizer é que me divirto tanto... mas tanto a ouvi-los falar, que passo a dar-vos um exemplo, desta vez real, do que li hoje. Deliciem-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keres saber onde começa o sidebar onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no css ou no codigo da pagina ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nuantho Garein diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;codigo da pagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deixa ver o source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nuantho Garein diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;queres que te mande o .xml?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nuantho Garein diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não consegues ir lá pelo código fonte da página, em html?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;duvido pelos widget pera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isso e no css&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nuantho Garein diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;em principio seria o width, nao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nuantho Garein diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;diminuir a width nao vai por tudo mais fino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro. diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;exacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nuantho Garein diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou aquele width dá o pixel em que começa a ser desenhado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mynonsense-pt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Interv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://nuanthosworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;enientes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; desculpem-me... mas vocês são mesmo queridos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-1053034704846849735?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1053034704846849735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversa-de-geek.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1053034704846849735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1053034704846849735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversa-de-geek.html' title='Eu adoro Geeks.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3978019959766917210</id><published>2009-02-03T03:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:37:34.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Bolt, mais que um filme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SYfDb1kIH2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Jewp3UPG6U/s1600-h/bolt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418369627168610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SYfDb1kIH2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Jewp3UPG6U/s320/bolt1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 175px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é, este Domingo fomos ver o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolt &lt;/span&gt;em versão 3D.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou falar do Bolt, vou falar da gata que o Bolt conhece.&lt;br /&gt;Uma gata que foi abandonada e que se tornou má, fria, rude... caso contrário não sobreviveria na rua. Essa gata representa muito bem o que se passa no nosso país... o bicho com que eu e muitas (mas poucas) pessoas lutamos diariamente... o abandono. O "ai é tão lindo e pequenino" e o "deixa muito pêlo e cresceu demasiado", essa gata mostra claramente o que se passa, gente.&lt;br /&gt;É um gata que fala. Que é arrastada pelo chão e não suja o pêlo, que ensina um cão a ir buscar coisas e a fazer cara de cachorro... é uma gata com um poder enorme de contar tudo com os exactos sentimentos. Sim. É um desenho animado. No entanto, e acreditem... é apenas mais uma gata... a particularidade desta... é que fala para contar, aos que não conseguem perceber de outra forma, o que se passa todas as noites em que dormimos sossegados e quentinhos, ou todas as noites em que não conseguimos dormir. É apenas, mais uma gata, entre aquelas que diariamente morrem e são abandonadas... e eu espero, muito sinceramente que este filme seja mais um empurrãozito para o caminho do não-abandono e da adopção-responsável. Metam nessas cabeças, que morrem animais diariamente porque simplesmente... cresceram. &lt;a href="http://www.felinus.org/index.php?area=anuncio&amp;amp;action=showList"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/5023455474039971853-3978019959766917210?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3978019959766917210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/02/bolt-mais-que-um-filme.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3978019959766917210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3978019959766917210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/02/bolt-mais-que-um-filme.html' title='Bolt, mais que um filme.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SYfDb1kIH2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8Jewp3UPG6U/s72-c/bolt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-1450202876679502647</id><published>2009-01-23T02:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:58:02.806Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>Esta não tem título. Olha, afinal tem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Trebuchet MS";  panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */ @list l0  {mso-list-id:1499955190;  mso-list-type:hybrid;  mso-list-template-ids:-759127598 -389930818 135659523 135659525 135659521 135659523 135659525 135659521 135659523 135659525;} @list l0:level1  {mso-level-start-at:0;  mso-level-number-format:bullet;  mso-level-text:-;  mso-level-tab-stop:36.0pt;  mso-level-number-position:left;  text-indent:-18.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} ol  {margin-bottom:0cm;} ul  {margin-bottom:0cm;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Há um pai que abandona uma família.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Morre. E promete não voltar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Até porque dizem, que ele nunca volta quando diz que vai demorar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Há uma mulher, que tem filhos em casa. Filhos desse pai.&lt;br /&gt;Filhos; tapetes que compraram juntos; o cão que ainda está sentado à porta de casa;&lt;br /&gt;o candeeiro que precisava sempre do toque do pai, o mais alto lá de casa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;O pai morreu e deixou tudo. Deixou. Sim, deixou. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Não, não está sempre presente. Porque morreu.&lt;br /&gt;E quem está presente vê-se. Quem não está não se vê. Porque não está.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morreu porque sim, porque as pessoas têm que morrer e ele achou por bem seguir essa tendência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;No entanto amanhã é outro dia e os miúdos têm que ter sopa para o almoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Então e morreu de quê?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Não sei, mas dizem que a mulher não anda de preto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;; font-size: 11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[22 Janeiro 2009]&lt;/span&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/5023455474039971853-1450202876679502647?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/1450202876679502647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/01/esta-no-tem-ttulo-olha-afinal-tem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1450202876679502647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/1450202876679502647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/01/esta-no-tem-ttulo-olha-afinal-tem.html' title='Esta não tem título. Olha, afinal tem.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3504011493692874410</id><published>2009-01-08T12:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:10:55.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>Há gatos a lutarem na rua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Trebuchet MS";  panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText  {margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Trebuchet MS";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  font-weight:bold;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Quando cheira a morte lá fora, há sempre um vento de lâminas que passa nos becos, há sempre um céu mais escuro, mais baixo, um céu que quase toca na lua que roça no prédio da frente. Ouvem-se gritos de gatos esfomeados, ouve-se o sangue a bater no chão e nas rodas dos contentores do lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Quando cheira a morte lá fora, cheira a sono... em toda a cidade. Porque dormir sobre o assunto e escondê-lo debaixo do colchão... é sempre o melhor a fazer. Evitam-se chatices. Culpas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;/* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Trebuchet MS";  panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText  {margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Trebuchet MS";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  font-weight:bold;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;; font-size: 85%; font-weight: normal;"&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/5023455474039971853-3504011493692874410?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3504011493692874410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-gatos-lutarem-na-rua.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3504011493692874410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3504011493692874410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-gatos-lutarem-na-rua.html' title='Há gatos a lutarem na rua.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-2919246467580993943</id><published>2008-12-29T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:28:48.689+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>"Fame", o musical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SVjtpBpx72I/AAAAAAAAAKI/22YEvzZXlD0/s1600-h/Untitled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SVjtpBpx72I/AAAAAAAAAKI/22YEvzZXlD0/s320/Untitled+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235451793370978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem fui, com os meus aliados, ao Tivoli ver o musical "Fame".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O "Fame" ilustra a história de um grupo de jovens que ambiciona brilhar no mundo da dança, representação e música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conta com a presença de Vanessa Marques, Fernando Fernandes, Andrea Soares, Alexandra Ferreira, Fernando Tavares, Jonas Lopes, Ana Ferreira, Ana Vasconcelos, António Norton, Daniela Dias, Eduardo Marques, Fábio Sousa, Filipa Coutinho, Filipe de Albuquerque, Gabriela Relvas, Igor Sampaio, Liliana Almeida, Patrícia Candoso, Sara Silva e Vera Feu. Apenas na dança podemos ver os excelentes bailarinos: Ana Sofia Carneiro, Augusto Gonçalves, Lara Carvalho, Luís Gil, Maria Pires, Olímpia Lancu e Ricardo Pereira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Tivoli, ontem, não estava cheio, o espectáculo não foi perfeito em termos técnicos (falhas no som) mas foi muito bom. O elenco conseguiu transmitir a energia e os sentimentos devidos, nós conseguimos mostrar a satisfação imensa que nos preenchia ao ouvir aquelas vozes magníficas e ao ver aquelas danças fabulosas. Foi uma bela noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Destaco o trabalho da Vanessa Marques... além de ter feito o papel de uma jovem linda de morrer, com uma voz fascinante, conseguiu pôr o público de pé e a mim... arrepiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adorámos; e descemos toda uma Avenida a dançar e cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FAME! I'M GONNA LIVE FOREVEEER, I'M GONNA LEARN HOW TO FLY! HIGH! I FEEL IT COMIN' TOGETHER. PEOPLE WILL SEE ME AND CRY! FAME! I'M GONNA MAKE IT TO HEAVEN! LIGHT UP THE SKY LIKE A FLAME! FAME! I'M GONNA LIVE FOREVER... BABY, REMEMBER MY NAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;REMEMBER REMEMBER REMEMBER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aconselha-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Informações do elenco, retiradas do site oficial.]&lt;/span&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/5023455474039971853-2919246467580993943?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/2919246467580993943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/12/fame-o-musical.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2919246467580993943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/2919246467580993943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/12/fame-o-musical.html' title='&quot;Fame&quot;, o musical.'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SVjtpBpx72I/AAAAAAAAAKI/22YEvzZXlD0/s72-c/Untitled+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-4110620847688153137</id><published>2008-08-21T02:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:55:19.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Vampiria - Moonspell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SKzCo7Ih5hI/AAAAAAAAADE/wXjoFqzRPBg/s1600-h/Pele.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SKzCo7Ih5hI/AAAAAAAAADE/wXjoFqzRPBg/s400/Pele.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236774475049068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vampiria, you are my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;my only love and true destiny&lt;br /&gt;Vampiria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a beast, evil one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;above your head lays a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your heart is buried the jewel&lt;br /&gt;of a Serpent who wished to die.&lt;br /&gt;Your red long tongue has her poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and you will spread it as you breed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;in a unique Transylvanian dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;conceiving the creed of all creeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vampiria, fly... Vampiria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eye burn, defying&lt;br /&gt;all those who in silence sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In a city once named Desire&lt;br /&gt;dreaming with the entombed dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady has fallen in a blossom&lt;br /&gt;spread far away by undesirable winds.&lt;br /&gt;To females conspiring in gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding your pearls from the pigs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;So open your arms!&lt;br /&gt;They were shaped as wings...&lt;br /&gt;A serenade of revenge draw on your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sombre hill you're staying in&lt;br /&gt;is now defined.&lt;br /&gt;And your Star had start to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Depart now on your bright wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The world envy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The skies have always seduced you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Precious Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And you know your time has come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To fly away with Me, so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Esta música... fascina-me.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5023455474039971853-4110620847688153137?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/4110620847688153137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/08/vampiria-moonspell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4110620847688153137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/4110620847688153137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/08/vampiria-moonspell.html' title='Vampiria - Moonspell'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SKzCo7Ih5hI/AAAAAAAAADE/wXjoFqzRPBg/s72-c/Pele.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-3977562236011470817</id><published>2008-08-21T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:55:40.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Finisterra - Moonspell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SKy7Ji-MkSI/AAAAAAAAACs/6b4q7gpvhG4/s1600-h/Monstrinho+RIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SKy7Ji-MkSI/AAAAAAAAACs/6b4q7gpvhG4/s400/Monstrinho+RIR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236766239405936930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Moonspell - RIR 2008 - Autor Desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The world has turned once more inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;brought up a message from our dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The ones you love the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;are the ones you hurt as deep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The world has turned once more inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;anchored into captivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The ones you wanted the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the ones you buried under sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Exit wounds, waterdrums, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream the eternal return&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Tree of life rotting inside, Autumn leaves, Winter white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A light at the end of the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Whole world a ghost shading inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;true love waits for the bless of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the doubt that sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;not to remember &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Stilborn, bloodlet, die in our feet like the trees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Earthsong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;land, let the blood have its way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A light at the end of the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Was it for this we sold our souls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Was it for this we missed our chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; (For) a lie at the end of the earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5023455474039971853-3977562236011470817?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/3977562236011470817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/08/finisterra-moonspell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3977562236011470817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/3977562236011470817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/08/finisterra-moonspell.html' title='Finisterra - Moonspell'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qMjsWIUThO8/SKy7Ji-MkSI/AAAAAAAAACs/6b4q7gpvhG4/s72-c/Monstrinho+RIR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-7954113330893854863</id><published>2008-06-20T23:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:09:49.691Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>À Inconstância de Isabela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando em tormento desespero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouvia tudo o que nela se fechava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dizia o doce letreiro em cima de tal nuvem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Isabela morrerá se morrer Pedro...”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Tempo, o Amor, a Razão maldita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;feriram o divinal coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e nos lábios pálidos do amado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vibrou... Vibrou um raio – o Desengano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Certezas murcharam, ele, moribundo (sonho adorável) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;desfez-se no peito de Isabela, ofegante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas as cinzas do amante o Vento não levou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dos ais escravos do Amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Triste letreiro: “Pedro morreu e Isabela cá ficou.”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 78%;"&gt;[22 de Fevereiro de 2005]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5023455474039971853-7954113330893854863?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/7954113330893854863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/inconstncia-de-isabela.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7954113330893854863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/7954113330893854863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/inconstncia-de-isabela.html' title='À Inconstância de Isabela!'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6001550332283740383</id><published>2008-06-20T23:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:10:04.744Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>Maldita razão que não o é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Importuna razão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não me persigas,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cala a rasgada voz que em vão sussurra  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se a lei de Júpiter forçar a ternura  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não domines, não reines, não ames...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se acusas os mortais e não os abrigas,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;se conheces o mal e não dás a cura,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;deixa-me ser louca...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não me persigas.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É teu fim, encher de juízo esta alma moribunda  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que põe ideias ao Vento e deixa voar a Poesia.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queres que fuja de Pedro, perseguidora.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que o maldiga e o deixe; E o meu desejo...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É amá-lo, delirar... Morrer por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&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/5023455474039971853-6001550332283740383?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6001550332283740383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/maldita-razo-que-no-o.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6001550332283740383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6001550332283740383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/maldita-razo-que-no-o.html' title='Maldita razão que não o é...'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-5279475116197236544</id><published>2008-06-16T21:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:11:04.419Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>No Amadora Sintra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E era agora que gostava de ter a falta de jeito para chorar do Antunes.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras, as honomatopeias que disfarça de linhas.&lt;br /&gt;- Antóóóóónio...&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse ele falava das pessoas nas macas que não têm acompanhantes. Falava dos acompanhantes que não fazem companhia nenhuma e destes autoculantes que a mim já me tiraram metade dos borbotos do casaco.&lt;br /&gt;E ela que não dorme...&lt;br /&gt;Riu-se há bocado quando disse que o Pedro ficou em casa a fazer o almoço...&lt;br /&gt;É tão bonita quando se ri...&lt;br /&gt;- Martim Santinho gabinete 25.&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a Micalina Augusta que já foi chamada tanta vez para a Triagem?&lt;br /&gt;- Estás com frio avó?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, filha.&lt;br /&gt;- Tens sede?&lt;br /&gt;- Agora não.&lt;br /&gt;- Estás bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Cá estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Micalina Augusta à Triagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chegou a nossa vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não, avó... ainda falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023455474039971853-5279475116197236544?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/5279475116197236544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-amadora-sintra.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5279475116197236544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/5279475116197236544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-amadora-sintra.html' title='No Amadora Sintra'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-6854184493679970383</id><published>2008-06-16T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:14:42.511+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fome de ossos'/><title type='text'>Fome de Ossos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pássaros desfeitos em tiros de nuvens mal pintadas e peluches rasgados por cães mal cuidados são os que te alimentam fome de ossos e sangue que te cheira e te absorve a pele ferida e sugada fome de ossos e sexo masturbações gemidas de vidros embaciados de carros estacionados são duas da manhã fome de ossos e de pessoas mal formadas com base e baton rimel e verniz pó de arroz como o outro cantava quilos quilos de ossos que dão fome às duas da manhã barcos sem faróis e ondas sem areia peixes que se desejam em mares de tubarões fome de ossos e lixo moedas e notas cheques dinheiro comido fome de ossos de brinquedos sem olhos fome de letras em postes eléctricos de luzes sem ruas fome de semáforos em passadeiras de nuvens mal pintadas assasinas de pássaros desfeitos em tiros e tripas fome de ossos em esquinas de ruas que cheiram a urina e mendigos com cães mal cuidados em peluches rasgados. São os que te alimentam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;[12 Março 2006]&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/5023455474039971853-6854184493679970383?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/6854184493679970383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/fome-de-ossos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6854184493679970383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/6854184493679970383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/fome-de-ossos.html' title='Fome de Ossos'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023455474039971853.post-8831850066141548551</id><published>2008-06-16T20:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:11:12.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosa e poesia'/><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A cadeira que nunca chegaste a ocupar ainda existe na sala daquele Natal, e o tapete ainda está amachucado como quando te levantaste da mesa que nunca te viu (pobre mesa).&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-nos que não voltarias que ninguém volta de tão longe e as feridas foram-se tornando do tamanho do teu silêncio e alguém as começava a guardar no baú das lãs que só se abria nas noites frias que eu desenhava no meu Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia na estrada vimos pétalas de flores daquelas que tu (mesmo não sentindo o cheiro) gostavas tanto. Eu sorri e dei-te a mão sem realmente lá estares. Fiquei no entretanto a fazer de conta que me contavas histórias de pétalas perdidas no vento...&lt;br /&gt;E desenhei a estrada com os mesmo defeitos, com as mesmas pétalas caídas. Não sei se íamos... ou se vínhamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 78%;"&gt;[18 de Março de 2006]&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/5023455474039971853-8831850066141548551?l=fomedeossos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/feeds/8831850066141548551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ausncia.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8831850066141548551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023455474039971853/posts/default/8831850066141548551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fomedeossos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Ana Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00786301338790858439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeEmtl0AhY/Tmi5FDDvcUI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ATMej8-eyrc/s220/My%2BOwn%2BSummer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
