<?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-8206999383120862660</id><updated>2011-12-24T22:14:17.570Z</updated><category term='Alertas'/><category term='Homenagens'/><category term='Jornais'/><category term='Televisão'/><category term='Revistas'/><category term='Publicidade'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Escritores'/><category term='Simbolos'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Banda Desenhada'/><category term='música'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Livro das efemérides'/><category term='Produtos'/><title type='text'>Leituras no Sofá</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-4487267210617377955</id><published>2011-11-05T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:44:22.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simbolos'/><title type='text'>O significado dos símbolos da bandeira portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOM6XPp594c/TrVKzow_RkI/AAAAAAAAAro/saGGlxCf1mU/s1600/simbolos_bandeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOM6XPp594c/TrVKzow_RkI/AAAAAAAAAro/saGGlxCf1mU/s320/simbolos_bandeira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempo de ataque cerrado ao bolso e à dignidade de um povo que urge deixar de apenas encolher os ombros, convém lembrá-lo o significado de um bandeira que tanto gostam de usar para festas bacocas e sem o objectivo de defender o que há por detrás dela: OS PORTUGUESES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-4487267210617377955?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/4487267210617377955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-significado-dos-simbolos-da-bandeira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4487267210617377955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4487267210617377955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-significado-dos-simbolos-da-bandeira.html' title='O significado dos símbolos da bandeira portuguesa'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOM6XPp594c/TrVKzow_RkI/AAAAAAAAAro/saGGlxCf1mU/s72-c/simbolos_bandeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-3392648702360320791</id><published>2011-08-07T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:04:01.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Tu és minha - Ovelha Negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uIvRvnXCtK4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-3392648702360320791?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/3392648702360320791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-es-minha-ovelha-negra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3392648702360320791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3392648702360320791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-es-minha-ovelha-negra.html' title='Tu és minha - Ovelha Negra'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uIvRvnXCtK4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-78304893671346329</id><published>2011-07-10T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:22:11.774+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Sétima Legião - O soldado</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGddnTl7cV8?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGddnTl7cV8?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As guerras são sempre de ninguém, destruindo sonhos com balas e todo o tipo de armas mortiferas que impedem apenas o simples acto de querer uma vida normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os soldados não fazem falta, as guerras sendo de ninguém apenas provocam o regresso de antigos assombros aos sobreviventes de todo o tipo de atrocidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo feito em homenagem à Sétima Legião!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-78304893671346329?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/78304893671346329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/07/setima-legiao-o-soldado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/78304893671346329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/78304893671346329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/07/setima-legiao-o-soldado.html' title='Sétima Legião - O soldado'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-8074140009677711074</id><published>2011-07-03T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:16:48.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Franz Kafka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yA0eWHjl_mg/ThCSDEXmsxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WgVhlsSXxfk/s1600/franz-kafka-en-1906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yA0eWHjl_mg/ThCSDEXmsxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WgVhlsSXxfk/s400/franz-kafka-en-1906.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu corpo ainda andasse de átomos dados com a alma faria hoje 128 anos, assim apenas uma intrincada imortalidade de alguém cuja obra nunca passará de moda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kafka.org/"&gt;www.kafka.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há de tudo um pouco e o autor do site é um italiano: Mauro Nervi e podem traduzir para português na opção translations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o filme, que gostei bastante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bf4QVM0RII"&gt; Kafka de Steven Soderbergh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um vídeo baseado na 'Metamorfose':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0O1azwOUY3g" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma citação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;"O caminho verdadeiro passa por uma corda que não  está estendida no alto, mas sim sobre o chão. Parece disposta mais para  fazer tropeçar do que para que cada um siga o seu rumo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;Franz Kafka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-8074140009677711074?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/8074140009677711074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/07/franz-kafka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8074140009677711074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8074140009677711074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/07/franz-kafka.html' title='Franz Kafka'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yA0eWHjl_mg/ThCSDEXmsxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WgVhlsSXxfk/s72-c/franz-kafka-en-1906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7599036235185743458</id><published>2011-06-12T01:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:18:14.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alertas'/><title type='text'>Dia Internacional do Combate ao Trabalho Infantil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhbJ7mEWZ8g/TfQCviviLII/AAAAAAAAAqA/GBS9tz23LzQ/s1600/trabalhoinfantil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhbJ7mEWZ8g/TfQCviviLII/AAAAAAAAAqA/GBS9tz23LzQ/s320/trabalhoinfantil.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um que seja já é uma vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXjWbjCWMqc/TfQDt7A9yaI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Nzt7rAuleY8/s1600/combate+ao+trabalho+infantil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXjWbjCWMqc/TfQDt7A9yaI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Nzt7rAuleY8/s320/combate+ao+trabalho+infantil.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enquanto uma criança trabalhar não podemos dormir descansados, há que denunciar para que ela tenha aquilo a que todas as crianças têm direito: a sua infância&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/-N5LfgJ-EmDo/TfQEBEE73wI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oP-2_AyQNXU/s1600/efabf2b4fc9964d945b7d6c99f0c644b.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5LfgJ-EmDo/TfQEBEE73wI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oP-2_AyQNXU/s320/efabf2b4fc9964d945b7d6c99f0c644b.png" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine que mandava o seu filho de 7 anos trabalhar para dar dinheiro a ganhar à família. Pois no mundo inteiro há 200 milhões que o fazem e é normal em muitos dos sítios onde isso acontece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNkYU7lrV8k/TfQFiBYY0zI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zu4bSv4lkLU/s1600/trabalho_infantil1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNkYU7lrV8k/TfQFiBYY0zI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zu4bSv4lkLU/s320/trabalho_infantil1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos 200 milhões de motivos para estarmos revoltados. É tempo de agir não acha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situação em Angola:&lt;a href="http://jornaldeangola.sapo.ao/19/46/combate_ao_trabalho_infantil_e_tarefa_prioritaria_de_adultos"&gt; Jornal de Angola 11-06-2011&lt;/a&gt; (Luanda é a cidade mais cara do mundo curiosamente).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7599036235185743458?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7599036235185743458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-internacional-do-combate-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7599036235185743458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7599036235185743458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-internacional-do-combate-ao.html' title='Dia Internacional do Combate ao Trabalho Infantil'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhbJ7mEWZ8g/TfQCviviLII/AAAAAAAAAqA/GBS9tz23LzQ/s72-c/trabalhoinfantil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7448511504459934651</id><published>2011-06-09T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:50:29.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Charles Dickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landport,       Portsmouth, 1812 - Gadshill, Rochester, 1870&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/unKuZ2wlNdw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pequeno vídeo com a vida do génio, em inglês... mas até que se entende bastante bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim um dos melhores escritores de todos os tempos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O exemplar do livro «Grandes Esperanças» que tenho cá em casa está num estado lastimável, essa foi a razão pela qual resolvi um dia passá-lo a limpo para o computador... foi das primeiras coisas que fiz num pc! É apenas um&amp;nbsp; pormenor que já me acompanha há tantos anos e que não quis deixar passar quando passa o 131º ano sobre a morte física do grande escritor!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infobiografias.com/biografia/17220/Charles-Dickens.html"&gt;pequena biografia em castelhano &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAxr4D1zpsw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;excerpt from «a christmas carol»&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(é fabulosa a dicção do senhor que lê esta história)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Sr2ow_ZH9w&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;«Scrooge»&lt;/a&gt; (versão integral do filme de 1935)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lpm.com.br/site/default.asp?TroncoID=805134&amp;amp;SecaoID=948848&amp;amp;SubsecaoID=0&amp;amp;Template=../livros/layout_autor.asp&amp;amp;AutorID=520649"&gt;Vida e Obra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/charles-dickens-lembram-se=f578375"&gt;Expresso 17-04-2010 revista Única&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7448511504459934651?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7448511504459934651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/06/charles-dickens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7448511504459934651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7448511504459934651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/06/charles-dickens.html' title='Charles Dickens'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/unKuZ2wlNdw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-2982921430791292232</id><published>2011-06-06T21:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:41:43.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A abolição da pena de morte na África do Sul</title><content type='html'>É curioso que num país ainda dominado por uma violência desmesurada e uma falta de segurança gritante, a pena de morte não exista há precisamente 16 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale sempre a pena festejar o fim de qualquer tipo de pena de morte! Por mais que queiramos ver enterrados seres que funcionam na base do desrespeito total para com o seu semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybFpeOi98xA/Te06WmIS2eI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5BpLkc-yzII/s1600/pena+de+morte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybFpeOi98xA/Te06WmIS2eI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5BpLkc-yzII/s320/pena+de+morte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;fonte da foto: &lt;a href="http://geopensar.blogspot.com/2010/05/pena-de-morte-no-mundo.html"&gt;Geopensar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguma coisa Portugal foi pioneiro, mas curiosamente e voltando à África do Sul, ao novo regime se deve essa mudança de costumes... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqoYmx_L-Xs"&gt;Mandela&lt;/a&gt; claro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-2982921430791292232?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/2982921430791292232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/06/abolicao-da-pena-de-morte-na-africa-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2982921430791292232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2982921430791292232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2011/06/abolicao-da-pena-de-morte-na-africa-do.html' title='A abolição da pena de morte na África do Sul'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybFpeOi98xA/Te06WmIS2eI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5BpLkc-yzII/s72-c/pena+de+morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7295135791284580950</id><published>2010-09-03T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:11:12.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>A abolição da Companhia de Jesus</title><content type='html'>Faz hoje 251 anos que os jesuítas foram expulsos de Portugal, depois de serem acusados de participar na tentativa de&amp;nbsp;regicídio&amp;nbsp;de D. José I, no ano anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span id="l_snip7"&gt;«A&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 de setembro de 1759&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;o governo português decretou a expulsão da&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Companhia de Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;de todo o Império, proibindo qualquer comunicação. verbal ou escrita entre os seus integrantes e os vassalos do rei de Portugal. Aqueles que insistissem em manter qualquer contato com esses padres, submetendo-se ao seu "fanatismo", incorreriam em crime de sedição.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/TIDzfsW0mOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ykv289PePHc/s1600/jesuitas_total3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/TIDzfsW0mOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ykv289PePHc/s320/jesuitas_total3.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;Links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.companhia-jesus.pt/intro/hist_port.htm"&gt;Companhia de Jesus.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/#q=companhia+de+jesus&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;prmd=b&amp;amp;tbs=tl:1&amp;amp;tbo=u&amp;amp;ei=kfCATMnrF86z4gasztDTCw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=timeline_result&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=11&amp;amp;ved=0CFIQ5wIwCg&amp;amp;fp=e6bbfdd6655e79c9"&gt;linha cronológica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém depois voltaram a Portugal e acredito que a sua influência na educação seria algo de importante se utilizada de forma positiva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7295135791284580950?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7295135791284580950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/09/abolicao-da-companhia-de-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7295135791284580950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7295135791284580950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/09/abolicao-da-companhia-de-jesus.html' title='A abolição da Companhia de Jesus'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/TIDzfsW0mOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ykv289PePHc/s72-c/jesuitas_total3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-277703541234480999</id><published>2010-09-02T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:14:30.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>Calendário Gregoriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/TH921tmo-rI/AAAAAAAAApI/mqIeYrn3m9Y/s1600/calendario_gregoriano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/TH921tmo-rI/AAAAAAAAApI/mqIeYrn3m9Y/s320/calendario_gregoriano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1752 as sumidades da época arranjaram uma nova forma de vermos os dias a passar, de organizarmos as batidas do coração em uníssono,&amp;nbsp;substituindo&amp;nbsp;o velhinho calendário juliano pelo gregoriano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que tinha de ser uma partida da Igreja Católica e da sua mania de&amp;nbsp;impor&amp;nbsp;ao mundo datas e celebrações, como se o mundo apenas contasse desde o nascimento de Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim e como o nomearam de perpétuo ainda ninguém se atreveu a alterá-lo, embora se estejam a fazer ajustes de forma a corrigir alguns defeitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se derem uma saltada ao link abaixo indicado ficarão melhor informados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #004000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mat.uc.pt/~helios/Mestre/H01orige.htm"&gt;Origem e evolução do nosso calendário&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-277703541234480999?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/277703541234480999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/09/calendario-gregoriano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/277703541234480999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/277703541234480999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/09/calendario-gregoriano.html' title='Calendário Gregoriano'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/TH921tmo-rI/AAAAAAAAApI/mqIeYrn3m9Y/s72-c/calendario_gregoriano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5422593852699770436</id><published>2010-08-28T11:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:55:54.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>«I have a dream»</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PbUtL_0vAJk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa época em que os valores morais parecem estar nas ruas da amargura nunca é demais relembrar Martin Luther King Jr. e o seu famoso discurso cujo 47º aniversário é hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda tenho sonhos, e&amp;nbsp;ainda&amp;nbsp;acredito que o&amp;nbsp;equilíbrio&amp;nbsp;entre as pessoas sãs de espírito e os camafeus que nos rodeiam é algo possível!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5422593852699770436?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5422593852699770436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5422593852699770436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5422593852699770436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-dream.html' title='«I have a dream»'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PbUtL_0vAJk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-4347461059242926215</id><published>2010-08-24T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:09:16.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Jorge Luís Borges</title><content type='html'>Se fosse vivo faria 111 anos, mas para mim ele é imortal!&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/_0n7WOTcJzb0/THOmie_pRoI/AAAAAAAAApA/WLUK5drl69Q/s1600/borges20by20diane20arbus-798844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/THOmie_pRoI/AAAAAAAAApA/WLUK5drl69Q/s320/borges20by20diane20arbus-798844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubu.com/film/borges.html"&gt;Documentário de 47 minutos acerca de Jorge Luís Borges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=985243780456627878#"&gt;Uma entrevista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/jlborges.htm"&gt;Some words about him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;UM CEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não sei qual é a face que me mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;quando miro essa face que há no espelho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e desconheço no reflexo o velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;que o escruta, com silente e exausta ira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lento na sombra, com a mão exploro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;meus traços invisíveis. Um lampejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;me alcança. O seu cabelo, que entrevejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;é todo cinza ou é ainda de ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Repito que perdi unicamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;a superfície vã das simples coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu consolo é de Milton e é valente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;porém penso nas letras e nas rosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Penso que se pudesse ver meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;saberia quem sou neste sol-posto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arquivors.com/borges1.htm"&gt;(Traduções de Renato Suttana)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-4347461059242926215?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/4347461059242926215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/08/jorge-luis-borges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4347461059242926215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4347461059242926215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/08/jorge-luis-borges.html' title='Jorge Luís Borges'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/THOmie_pRoI/AAAAAAAAApA/WLUK5drl69Q/s72-c/borges20by20diane20arbus-798844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-6128246901070040272</id><published>2010-05-17T06:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:21:26.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>O triunfo dos porcos - George Orwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S_DO2NnQySI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4n_VuT8_lvQ/s1600/2005101900_20040128104518386_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S_DO2NnQySI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4n_VuT8_lvQ/s320/2005101900_20040128104518386_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira obra que vem à memória quando se fala de George Orwell é 1984, daí parte-se para todas as outras e no final descobre-se um socialista convicto, daqueles à antiga sem a corrupção ou o capitalismo selvagem no sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que dissertar sobre as aventuras dos animais da quinta Manor, em que os porcos Snowball e Napoleão incitam à rebelião contra os humanos, tendo em vista a criação de uma sociedade em que todos os animais são livres e auto-suficientes, é mais importante referir o que essa sede de poder cria naqueles que supostamente têm mais capacidade para ludibriar os outros, tornando-se essa sociedade tão ou mais corrupta que a dos humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos numa sociedade com valores esbatidos, em que se dilacera cada vez mais a individualidade de cada um. E em que,&amp;nbsp;ironicamente, o convívio entre as pessoas é cada vez mais superficial (veja-se o calor humano dos amigos virtuais... algo que também tem a sua importância).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler esta obra talvez sirva para lembrar que não há sociedades justas, nem os valores podem ser iguais para todos, a maneira de ser dos humanos impede que isso mesmo se proceda dessa maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_Farm"&gt;Animal farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZldlyeR8DU"&gt;o filme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-6128246901070040272?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/6128246901070040272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-triunfo-dos-porcos-george-orwell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6128246901070040272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6128246901070040272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-triunfo-dos-porcos-george-orwell.html' title='O triunfo dos porcos - George Orwell'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S_DO2NnQySI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4n_VuT8_lvQ/s72-c/2005101900_20040128104518386_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-1863014776604455364</id><published>2010-05-13T04:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T04:28:57.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>História Universal da Infâmia - Jorge Luís Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S-twaginZgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Q5KC-DFi8Y0/s1600/transferir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S-twaginZgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Q5KC-DFi8Y0/s320/transferir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi a primeira vez que li algo de Jorge Luís Borges, já lá vão uns meses e foi um caso de paixão súbita, que me encantam as personagens diabólicas da humanidade. Diabólicas mas não muito, apenas um bando de filhos da puta que Borges (parece que falo comigo mesmo... mas sem ofensa é só o apelido que é igual) disseca através de crónicas simples mas com uma eficácia narrativa (palavras caras não?) assombrosa. Parece que já muita gente o sabe, eu apenas me introduzi neste universo após conhecer alguns poemas soltos, claro que assim que a carteira tenha menos espaço avançarei para novos livros deste Deus da literatura!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro que o facto de custar 5,95 euros foi o principal chamariz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrem no link que deixo aí abaixo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://historiauniversaldainfamia.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://historiauniversaldainfamia.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-1863014776604455364?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/1863014776604455364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/05/historia-universal-da-infamia-jorge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1863014776604455364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1863014776604455364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/05/historia-universal-da-infamia-jorge.html' title='História Universal da Infâmia - Jorge Luís Borges'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S-twaginZgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Q5KC-DFi8Y0/s72-c/transferir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-2488005496333124676</id><published>2010-05-05T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:53:56.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>O caminho para Wigan Pier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S-FZJrf6LsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ql5w-7nPegk/s1600/12219_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S-FZJrf6LsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ql5w-7nPegk/s320/12219_g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num momento em que parece que caminhamos para uma revolta social sem precedentes (oxalá) venho aqui falar de um livro que li à pouco tempo e que falava das condições de vida degradantes duma Inglaterra no auge da famosa revolução industrial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já tinha tomado contacto com esta realidade num assombroso livro de Jack London em que este vai viver como indigente para os bairros mais degradados de Londres. Aqui estamos em Wigan nos anos 30 do século XX e assusta-me pensar naquilo que os grandes senhores deste mundo, maçons ou 'cabrons' andam a preparar e que pode levar a isto, ou seja, pobreza absoluta. O exemplo está a ser dado na China e o problema é que pode arrastar-se oa mundo inteiro a não ser que lhes declaremos guerra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se bem que tenha lido a versão portuguesa do livro deixo-vos aqui um link com um breve trecho da obra:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.companhiadebolso.com.br/trechos/12219.pdf"&gt;http://www.companhiadebolso.com.br/trechos/12219.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está dividido em duas partes distintas, uma descritiva do ambiente em geral nessa ilha de Sua Majestade (gente inútil esse monarcas...), mais precisamente nas cidades industrializadas do norte de Inglaterra. É bem elucidativa a miséria em que eles viviam quase todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A segunda parte é pura filosofia política, tendo em conta que George Orwell era socialista, desses puros... chega a ser entediante apesar da razão que lhe dou em tanta coisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Link útil:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.george-orwell.org/"&gt;http://www.george-orwell.org/&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/8206999383120862660-2488005496333124676?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/2488005496333124676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-caminho-para-wigan-pier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2488005496333124676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2488005496333124676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-caminho-para-wigan-pier.html' title='O caminho para Wigan Pier'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S-FZJrf6LsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ql5w-7nPegk/s72-c/12219_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-9079152992497209933</id><published>2010-03-31T16:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:30:21.993+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>Tribunal da Inquisição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S7NpzuYSnXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hA_9wNK9Ftc/s1600/giordano_bruno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S7NpzuYSnXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hA_9wNK9Ftc/s400/giordano_bruno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454819911019961714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tela de André Durand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Península Ibérica (como todos os outros redutos cristãos), ainda hoje profundamente religiosa, foi palco de atrocidades inqualificáveis, em nome de Deus, de Jesus cristo e sobretudo das aberrações que eram os seus líderes, chacinando quem se desviava da fé imposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje temos o Vaticano como expoente máximo da ostentação, enquanto fora das suas paredes se morre à fome, se reproduz a pobreza e se caminha para o caos total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus dizem que era um homem bom. São demasiados os testemunhos para eu poder contrariar essa premissa, porém os homens são maus e vivem baseados nos chamados sete pecados capitais, uns mais que outros, uns lutando para melhorar a sua vida e a dos que podem, outros absorvendo tudo em nome da sua própria riqueza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnemosyne.blog-city.com/tribunal_31_de_mars_de_2006_.htm"&gt;O &lt;em style=""&gt;Tribunal da &lt;strong&gt;Inquisição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnemosyne.blog-city.com/tribunal_31_de_mars_de_2006_.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;foi instituído por meio da bula “Cum ad nihit magis”, de 23 de Maio de  1536*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pime.org.br/missaojovem/mjhistdaigrejainquisi.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3300;"&gt;O tribunal da Inquisição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/8206999383120862660-9079152992497209933?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/9079152992497209933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/03/tribunal-da-inquisicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/9079152992497209933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/9079152992497209933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/03/tribunal-da-inquisicao.html' title='Tribunal da Inquisição'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S7NpzuYSnXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hA_9wNK9Ftc/s72-c/giordano_bruno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5251374011132283052</id><published>2010-02-14T15:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:29:00.809Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>São Valentim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S3gU14AGfII/AAAAAAAAAjM/hslM5MpKr-g/s1600-h/sao-valentim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S3gU14AGfII/AAAAAAAAAjM/hslM5MpKr-g/s400/sao-valentim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438119465848306818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vetusto ano cristão de 270, São Valentim foi açoitado e decaptiado na Via Flamínia em Roma, por ordem do déspota Cláudio III (como o são todos os imperadores e senhores absolutos de seus súbditos) que ordenara a sua captura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que lamentar a existência dos romanos no mundo, o desejo de que haja sempre algum motivo para celebrar o amor e São Valentim tendo a sua posição de mártir no mundo, tem ao mesmo tempo a sua celebração no dia dos namorados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você ainda namora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hdWN7Xsask&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hdWN7Xsask&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8206999383120862660-5251374011132283052?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5251374011132283052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sao-valentim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5251374011132283052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5251374011132283052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sao-valentim.html' title='São Valentim'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S3gU14AGfII/AAAAAAAAAjM/hslM5MpKr-g/s72-c/sao-valentim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5006981308730266350</id><published>2010-01-31T13:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:12:02.440Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Fernando Namora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S2WM_IgPr8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ptw0Mrb3G00/s1600-h/357_e25-2062_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S2WM_IgPr8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ptw0Mrb3G00/s400/357_e25-2062_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903541734748098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fonte da foto: &lt;a href="http://purl.pt/13858/1/memoria-liberdade/357.html"&gt;purl.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz hoje 21 anos que Fernando Namore se passou para o lado dos imortais, talvez a muita gente o seu nome não diga nada mas achei importante relembrar a data, de alguém que também sofreu com as agruras da maldita ditadura do criminoso oliveira salazar...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQcD6FMgU64"&gt;Aldeia de Monsanto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...e um poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;table width="455" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="nv_orange" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ó Noite, Coalhada nas Formas de um Corpo de Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="maintext" style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; "&gt;«Ó noite, coalhada nas formas de um corpo de mulher&lt;br /&gt;vago e belo e voluptuoso,&lt;br /&gt;num bailado erótico, com o cenário dos astros, mudos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 [e quedos.&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas que as suas mãos afagam e a boca repele,&lt;br /&gt;deixai que os caminhos da noite,&lt;br /&gt;cegos e rectos como o destino,&lt;br /&gt;suspensos como uma nuvem,&lt;br /&gt;sejam os caminhos dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;que lhes decoraram o nome.&lt;br /&gt;Ó noite, coalhada nas formas de um corpo de mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Esconde a vida no seio de uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;e fá-la pairar, assim mágica e irreal,&lt;br /&gt;para que a olhemos como uma lua sonâmbula. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fernando Namora, in "Mar de Sargaços"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anajorge.tripod.com/namora.htm"&gt;bibliografia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8206999383120862660-5006981308730266350?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5006981308730266350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/fernando-namora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5006981308730266350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5006981308730266350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/fernando-namora.html' title='Fernando Namora'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S2WM_IgPr8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ptw0Mrb3G00/s72-c/357_e25-2062_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-330569807876981899</id><published>2010-01-27T22:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:26:40.949Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>Mozart nasceu há 254 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S2C8g4dn2YI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CPp1XJKFMYw/s1600-h/child-mozart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S2C8g4dn2YI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CPp1XJKFMYw/s400/child-mozart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548423707285890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfgang_Amadeus_Mozart"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.classicalarchives.com/mozart.html"&gt;classical archives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqkMbk8eX6Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqkMbk8eX6Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8206999383120862660-330569807876981899?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/330569807876981899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/mozart-nasceu-ha-254-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/330569807876981899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/330569807876981899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/mozart-nasceu-ha-254-anos.html' title='Mozart nasceu há 254 anos'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S2C8g4dn2YI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CPp1XJKFMYw/s72-c/child-mozart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-3974272595696265788</id><published>2010-01-22T11:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:03:38.563Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Henrique Galvão e o Paquete Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S1mTDkaiTFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/fVhowaeLdXQ/s1600-h/st4g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S1mTDkaiTFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/fVhowaeLdXQ/s400/st4g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429532515295710290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosidade ou não os livros deste grande português estão todos indisponíveis. Para quando a divulgação da sua obra?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já agora sabiam que foi o primeiro grande denunciador da ditadura do agora saudoso salazar desviando pela primeira vez um navio, introduzindo essa prática (abominável quase sempre) no roteiro dos mares do mundo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/gdesport/?article=589&amp;amp;visual=3&amp;amp;topic=1"&gt;grandes portugueses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lmcshipsandthesea.blogspot.com/2008/09/paquete-santa-maria-de-1953.html"&gt;paquete de santa maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arteflow.org/nomes/santamaria/santa.html"&gt;navios com história&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/8206999383120862660-3974272595696265788?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/3974272595696265788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/henrique-galvao-e-o-paquete-santa-maria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3974272595696265788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3974272595696265788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/henrique-galvao-e-o-paquete-santa-maria.html' title='Henrique Galvão e o Paquete Santa Maria'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/S1mTDkaiTFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/fVhowaeLdXQ/s72-c/st4g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-509589972010323310</id><published>2010-01-03T22:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:57:30.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>Sergio Leone</title><content type='html'>Faria hoje 81 anos se fosse vivo, um realizador cujo 'Once Upon a Time in America' continua no topo das minhas preferências...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergio Leone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="398" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x4jqea&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x4jqea&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="398" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4jqea_sergio-leone-filmographie_creation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Filmografia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzhX2PD6Srw"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Once Upon a Time in America" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Once Upon a Time in America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1984)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1NNzo8ehZg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Un genio, due compari, un pollo (página não existe)"&gt;Un genio, due compari, un pollo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1975)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCmhkY5uKdo"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Il mio nome è Nessuno"&gt;Il mio nome è Nessuno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1973) (conceito original)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgP6_Enbw3c"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Giù la testa"&gt;Giù la testa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1971)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2s0-wbXC3pQ"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="C'era una volta il West"&gt;C'era una volta il West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Time in the West&lt;/i&gt;) (1968)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awskKWzjlhk"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo"&gt;Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;The Good, the Bad and the Ugly&lt;/i&gt;) (1966)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLXQltR7vUQ"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Per qualche dollaro in più"&gt;Per qualche dollaro in più&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;For a Few Dollars More&lt;/i&gt;) (1965)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1x0PSEayXE"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Per un pugno di dollari"&gt;Per un pugno di dollari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;A Fistful of Dollars&lt;/i&gt;) (1964)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://film.35mm.it/il-cambio-della-guardia-1963.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Il cambio della guardia (página não existe)"&gt;Il cambio della guardia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1963) (algumas cenas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://interfilmes.com/filme_21379_Sodoma.e.Gomorra-%28Sodom.and.Gomorrah%29.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Sodom and Gomorrah (página não existe)"&gt;Sodom and Gomorrah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1962)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cau-WNPq4Bk"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a title="Il Colosso di Rodi"&gt;Il Colosso di Rodi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1961)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://interfilmes.com/filme_19847_Os.Ultimos.Dias.de.Pompeia-%28Gli.Ultimi.giorni.di.Pompei%29.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Gli ultimi giorni di Pompei (página não existe)"&gt;Gli ultimi giorni di Pompei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1959)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGPnC2TSNpU"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Hanno rubato un tram (página não existe)"&gt;Hanno rubato un tram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1954)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-509589972010323310?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/509589972010323310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/sergio-leone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/509589972010323310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/509589972010323310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/sergio-leone.html' title='Sergio Leone'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-2310915657616176962</id><published>2010-01-02T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:31:31.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>O General Norton de Matos morreu em 1955</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sz90ki9YUuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NP7mzaCkj4U/s1600-h/398px-Norton_de_Matos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sz90ki9YUuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NP7mzaCkj4U/s400/398px-Norton_de_Matos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422180647585731298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro homem que pôs a tremer o pior fascista do século XX em Portugal morreu faz hoje 55 anos (ou há quem diga que foi dia 3... não importa esse pormenor), bem lá no norte de Portugal, em Ponte de Lima. Fica a efeméride de alguém que fazia falta nos dias de hoje, de democracia encapotada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arqnet.pt/portal/discursos/julho05.html"&gt;Discurso de Norton de Matos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-2310915657616176962?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/2310915657616176962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-general-norton-de-matos-morreu-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2310915657616176962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2310915657616176962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-general-norton-de-matos-morreu-em.html' title='O General Norton de Matos morreu em 1955'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sz90ki9YUuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NP7mzaCkj4U/s72-c/398px-Norton_de_Matos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-620807285091964199</id><published>2010-01-01T17:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:01:57.174Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livro das efemérides'/><title type='text'>Haiti, independente desde 1 de janeiro de 1804</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sz44jeDZi9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/NclaZFO4YQU/s1600-h/Flag_of_Haiti.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sz44jeDZi9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/NclaZFO4YQU/s400/Flag_of_Haiti.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833183414553554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passados 106 anos quase nada funciona para os pequenitos, assim com o nós aqui sentados no sofá... oh, vejam lá a diferença do nosso sofá para o Haiti e tantos outros países no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8OvnvuQcRA"&gt;Kidnap Capital - Haiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;(este e os vídeos relacionados são bem esclarecedores do estados de inferno que lá se vive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voltairenet.org/article122293.html"&gt;O que acontece no Haiti?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sepoangol.org/haiti.htm"&gt;Haiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-620807285091964199?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/620807285091964199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-independente-desde-1-de-janeiro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/620807285091964199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/620807285091964199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-independente-desde-1-de-janeiro.html' title='Haiti, independente desde 1 de janeiro de 1804'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sz44jeDZi9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/NclaZFO4YQU/s72-c/Flag_of_Haiti.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-3736522647667729959</id><published>2009-08-22T11:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:41:36.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publicidade'/><title type='text'>Pasta Medicinal Couto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K66Q72sCOCw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K66Q72sCOCw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se já tens uns anitos decerto te lembrarás dos anúncios da pasta medicinal couto. Eu nasci uns anos depois mas ainda me lembro de os ver passar na TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couto.pt/pastamedcouto.html"&gt;www.couto.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/interior.aspx?content_id=659318"&gt;Notícia dos 75 anos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aguidaequesabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/pasta-couto-pasta-que-deixa-os-dentes.html"&gt;histórias da pasta de dentes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-3736522647667729959?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/3736522647667729959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasta-medicinal-couto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3736522647667729959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3736522647667729959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasta-medicinal-couto.html' title='Pasta Medicinal Couto'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-9021192704687206085</id><published>2009-08-14T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:26:58.810+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><title type='text'>Viver a Vida - atropelamentos nas passadeiras (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oy1jLzvpMNQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oy1jLzvpMNQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um absurdo, mas morrer ou ficar estropiado numa passadeira é um facto real. O condutor português é assassino ao volante, manifesta em grande parte das vezes pouco ou nenhum cuidado consigo próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excesso de velocidade, pouca ou nenhuma preocupação com o seu semelhante e a ideia generalizada que tudo acontece apenas aos outros leva à negligência, ao elevado número de mortos e feridos que se registam nas estradas portuguesas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-9021192704687206085?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/9021192704687206085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-atropelamentos-nas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/9021192704687206085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/9021192704687206085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-atropelamentos-nas.html' title='Viver a Vida - atropelamentos nas passadeiras (4)'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5282545047861297892</id><published>2009-08-14T19:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:23:08.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><title type='text'>Viver a Vida - acidentes por má sinalização (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3LqIQUmUiQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3LqIQUmUiQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A culpa muitas vezes é das estradas, da sinalização ou ausência dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem a responsabilidade de sinalizar deve SEMPRE fazê-lo, ceder prioridades, prevenir o acidente mesmo que não veja ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a sinalização é ausente por negligência das autoridades, deve-se combater pela divulgação, por manifestações, o que possa ser viável para que essa corja faça o que deve, porém no devido sítio há que ter em conta que a falta de cuidados pode ser paga com a vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5282545047861297892?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5282545047861297892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-acidentes-por-ma-sinalizacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5282545047861297892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5282545047861297892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-acidentes-por-ma-sinalizacao.html' title='Viver a Vida - acidentes por má sinalização (3)'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-1112105195779893172</id><published>2009-08-14T19:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:18:28.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><title type='text'>Viver a Vida - acidentes por velocidade (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXIGfZ51Uko&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXIGfZ51Uko&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala-se muito do excesso de velocidade, eu falaria mais na incapcidade que muitos têm de acelerar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urge abrir os olhos a tantos e tantos jovens inexperientes, a tantos e tantos 'maduros' que se fiam na experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bebeu não conduza, se se drogou não conduza, se discutiu por favor não conduza também...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-1112105195779893172?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/1112105195779893172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-acidentes-por-velocidade-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1112105195779893172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1112105195779893172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-acidentes-por-velocidade-2.html' title='Viver a Vida - acidentes por velocidade (2)'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-3291689693534157612</id><published>2009-08-14T17:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:14:10.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><title type='text'>Viver a Vida - acidentes sem cinto de segurança (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiW5lXDIJSQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiW5lXDIJSQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando desligares o computador, te levantares do sofá e te dirigires para o teu carro, lembra-te do cinto de segurança, um conselho de quem ensina a conduzir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;span&gt;10 Spots dedicados à prevenção da sinistralidade rodoviária. Spots temáticos: as 10 principais causas de morte nas estradas portuguesas.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-3291689693534157612?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/3291689693534157612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-acidentes-sem-cinto-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3291689693534157612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3291689693534157612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-vida-acidentes-sem-cinto-de.html' title='Viver a Vida - acidentes sem cinto de segurança (1)'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-4606098707664858594</id><published>2009-08-08T10:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:25:13.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Grandola Vila Morena - José Afonso</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z_H1pYcI_l0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Grândola, vila morena&lt;br /&gt;Terra da fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, ó cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, ó cidade&lt;br /&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;Terra da fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Grândola, vila morena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada rosto igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Grândola, vila morena&lt;br /&gt;Terra da fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra da fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Grândola, vila morena&lt;br /&gt;Em cada rosto igualdade&lt;br /&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À sombra duma azinheira&lt;br /&gt;Que já não sabia a idade&lt;br /&gt;Jurei ter por companheira&lt;br /&gt;Grândola a tua vontade»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal está vendido a quem quer que o queira comprar, porém ainda haverá quem se importe com aquela coisa utópica chamada liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sofá também se conspira, respira, se movimentam as vontades de ao levantar revolucionar o nosso mundo, nem que seja para fazer algo que esteja contra os costumes podres de filhos da puta que nos querem impedir de viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-4606098707664858594?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/4606098707664858594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandola-vila-morena-jose-afonso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4606098707664858594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4606098707664858594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandola-vila-morena-jose-afonso.html' title='Grandola Vila Morena - José Afonso'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z_H1pYcI_l0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-3673337630534080679</id><published>2009-08-07T15:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:27:25.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>E depois do adeus - Paulo de Carvalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MrW6zP161QI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«E depois do Adeus foi a canção que serviu de senha de início da revolução de 25 de Abril de 1974. Com letra de José Niza e música de José Calvário a canção foi escrita para ser interpretada por Paulo de Carvalho na 12ª edição do Festival RTP da Canção, do qual tinha saido vencedora pouco tempo antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a transmissão de E depois do adeus, pelo Emissores Associados de Lisboa às 22h55m do dia 24 de Abril de 1974, era dada a ordem de partida para a saída dos quartéis.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte: wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais não seja por isso, pelo início do fim de uma das piores vergonhas que se viveram em Portugal (eu tinha 2 anos na altura, que podia eu dizer...), que miserável se levantou de uma ditadura medonha, com os cofres cheios de ouro, mas com indíces de miséria inimagináveis, guerras, mercenários à solta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho memória curta nem para o bem nem para o mal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-3673337630534080679?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/3673337630534080679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-depois-do-adeus-paulo-de-carvalho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3673337630534080679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3673337630534080679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-depois-do-adeus-paulo-de-carvalho.html' title='E depois do adeus - Paulo de Carvalho'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MrW6zP161QI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-4388855353056280819</id><published>2009-06-12T20:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:08:26.120+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>As aventuras de João sem medo de José Gomes Ferreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SjKz0rIXYlI/AAAAAAAAAew/NBJOf9aonO8/s1600-h/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SjKz0rIXYlI/AAAAAAAAAew/NBJOf9aonO8/s400/image.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533425154581074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para variar um excerto de uma obra editada no tempo da ditadura (1963):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A distância entre as duas margens não era grande e João Sem medo morria de fome. Não hesitou, pois. Despiu-se e com a trouxa de roupa à cabeça penetrou no líquido esverdeado de limos, crente de que alcançaria facilmente a nado o laranjal apetecido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aconteceu então este fenómeno incrível: à medida que o nadador se aproximava da outra margem, a água aumentava de volume e &lt;em&gt;a lagoa dilatava-se&lt;/em&gt;. Por mais esforços que despendesse para fincar as mãos na orla do lago, só encontrava água, água unicamente. &lt;em&gt;A terra afastava-se&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bonito! Estou dentro dum lago elástico – descobriu João Sem Medo, esbaforido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas fiel ao seu sistema de persistência enérgica não renunciava ao combate.&lt;br /&gt;As margens desviavam-se, mas o rapaz nadava, nadava sempre, com confiança plena nos seus braços, na força de vontade e no desejo de vencer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eh!, alma do diabo, sofre! – instigou-o por fim uma onda a deitar os bofes de espuma pela boca fora.&lt;br /&gt;Um peixe insurgiu-se com voz mole:&lt;br /&gt;- Assim não vale! Vê se acabas com isso. Eu e os meus camaradas peixes queremos dormir em sossego. Vamos, chora!&lt;br /&gt;Uma gaivota baixava de vez em quando para lhe insinuar, baixinho:&lt;br /&gt;- Então? Torna-te infeliz. Soluça. Berra. Chora. Lembra-te que seguiste o Caminho da Infelicidade. Não faças essa cara de quem ganhou a sorte grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, uma coruja de mitra pequenina na cabeça e venda nos olhos – para voar de dia e de noite em perpétua escuridão – segredou-lhe ao ouvido:&lt;br /&gt;- Queres laranjinhas? Ouve a minha sugestão: representa a comédia da dor. Finge que sofres muito, sê hipócrita. Mente. Pede a esmolinha de uma laranja por amor de Deus. Vá! Não sejas tolo. Chora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como única resposta, João Sem Medo repeliu a coruja, fez das tripas coração e desatou a cantar à sobreposse.&lt;br /&gt;Então, ao som do seu canto, por fora tão vibrante e viril, a fúria das águas amainou. O rugir das ondas amorteceu lentamente. Um murmúrio de desistência soprou pela superfície do lago. E João Sem Medo, com algumas braçadas vigorosas e seguras, logrou pôr o pé em terra perto do laranjal carregado de pomos de ouro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claro, correu logo como um doido para a árvore mais próxima, sôfrego de engolir meia dúzia de laranjas. Mas, num lance espectacular, os frutos diminuíram rapidamente de volume até atingirem o tamanho de berlindes e – zás! – com um estoiro despedaçaram-se no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Humilhado, e a contar com uma nova surpresa desagradável, abeirou-se de outra laranjeira. Desta vez, porém, as laranjas transformaram-se em cabeças de bonecas doiradas e deitaram-lhe a língua de fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- A partida anterior teve mais graça! – observou João Sem Medo.&lt;br /&gt;E dirigiu-se para uma tangerineira com a vaga esperança de apanhar uma tangerina desatenta.&lt;br /&gt;Isso sim. Mal o avistaram, os frutos caíram dos ramos como bolas de borracha e espalharam-se na paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;Então, numa tentativa suprema, João Sem Medo acercou-se de outra árvore, sorrateiramente, em bicos de pés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo inútil. Como se estivessem combinadas, as laranjas e as tangerinas do pomar desprenderam-se dos troncos, abriram pequeninas asas azuis e começaram a subir serenamente no céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar da fome, João Sem Medo, com os olhos fixos no espectáculo maravilhoso das bolas de ouro a voarem, não pôde reprimir este clamor de entusiasmo, braços erguidos para o ar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Parabéns, Mago. Parabéns e obrigado por este instante, o mais belo e bem vivido da minha vida. Obrigado. Mas agora ouve o que te peço: desiste de me perseguir. Convence-te de que, para mim, a felicidade consiste em resistir com teimosia a todas as infelicidades. E vai maçar outro. Ouviste? Vai maçar outro.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;José Gomes Ferreira, &lt;em&gt;Aventuras de João Sem Medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comprei-o na FNAC em Lisboa, por 5,95 euros... para quem se queixa que é uma sorte encontrar pérolas destas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astormentas.com/zegomes.htm"&gt;Poemas e afins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/8206999383120862660-4388855353056280819?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/4388855353056280819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-aventuras-de-joao-sem-medo-de-jose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4388855353056280819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4388855353056280819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-aventuras-de-joao-sem-medo-de-jose.html' title='As aventuras de João sem medo de José Gomes Ferreira'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SjKz0rIXYlI/AAAAAAAAAew/NBJOf9aonO8/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-8901903210448401644</id><published>2009-06-07T14:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:34:28.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>«Segredos aos Pedaços» de Tatiana Albino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SivIAkJYriI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OoVoVXumXQs/s1600-h/gse_multipart51925%5B1%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SivIAkJYriI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OoVoVXumXQs/s400/gse_multipart51925%5B1%5D.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344585294833823266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos em que apetece fugir da vida feia, como se os monstros apenas pertencessem a um imaginário de outros mundos e a simplicidade das coisas finalmente tomasse conta dos nossos desejos e sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes «Segredos» fascinam-me, mais pela parte iluminada que pela morte às vezes anunciada, apesar de ser tudo belo. Porque há fantasmas, mas isso não significa que deixemos que eles tomem conta da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário das «Coincidências» (crónica presente no livro), tive o prazer de conhecer amigos da Tatiana a ler uma carta escrita por ela, talvez ao passarem uma segunda vez na rua se tivessem falado e as coisas simples pudessem assim ser repartidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim a vida sabe bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link para o blogue: &lt;a href="http://www.segredosaospedacos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Segredos aos Pedaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois comprem-no, comprem o livro, no blogue estão os links e contactos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-8901903210448401644?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/8901903210448401644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/segredos-aos-pedacos-de-tatiana-albino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8901903210448401644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8901903210448401644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/segredos-aos-pedacos-de-tatiana-albino.html' title='«Segredos aos Pedaços» de Tatiana Albino'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SivIAkJYriI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OoVoVXumXQs/s72-c/gse_multipart51925%5B1%5D.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5681468004476763351</id><published>2009-06-06T14:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:20:45.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Um combate e outras histórias de Patrick Süskind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SipvVJ--dpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jN9BKO25kVk/s1600-h/Um+combate+e+outras+hist%C3%B3rias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SipvVJ--dpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jN9BKO25kVk/s400/Um+combate+e+outras+hist%C3%B3rias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344206317076510354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deu-me um especial prazer ler este pequeno livro de um autor que é mais conhecido pelo 'Perfume' mas longe, muito longe de se esgotar nesse livro soberbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colecção:&lt;/b&gt;                                  &lt;a href="http://www.asa.pt/produtos/catalogo.php?id_categoria=248" style="color: rgb(92, 104, 104);"&gt;Pequenos Prazeres&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;b&gt;Nº págs.:&lt;/b&gt;                                  64                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt;                                  9789724119212                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deparamos neste volume com três histórias, que reflectem, cada uma a seu modo, o estilo inconfundível de Patrick Suskind, e com uma entrevista imaginária em que o autor parodia o universo literário, pondo a nu muito do seu cinismo.&lt;br /&gt;Recorde-se que, face ao sucesso obtido pelos seus livros, Suskind se afastou do "espectáculo" montado à sua volta, recusando qualquer entrevista e rejeitando até diversos prémios que lhe foram atribuídos.&lt;br /&gt;É deste autor muito particular, hoje uma das vozes mais importantes da literatura de expressão alemã, que lhe oferecemos estes "pequenos prazeres" que são os textos de &lt;i&gt;Um Combate e Outras Histórias&lt;/i&gt;.                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.asa.pt/produtos/produto.php?id_produto=732281&amp;amp;origem=autor&amp;amp;id_autor=704"&gt;Edições Asa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_S%C3%BCskind"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.estantevirtual.com.br/buscaporautor/Patrick%20Suskind"&gt;estante virtual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5681468004476763351?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5681468004476763351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-combate-e-outras-historias-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5681468004476763351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5681468004476763351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-combate-e-outras-historias-de.html' title='Um combate e outras histórias de Patrick Süskind'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SipvVJ--dpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jN9BKO25kVk/s72-c/Um+combate+e+outras+hist%C3%B3rias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5757680797106983799</id><published>2009-06-05T11:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:43:24.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Contos Apátridas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SijzMaPlONI/AAAAAAAAAdY/so9ksMJW7cA/s1600-h/contos+apatridas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SijzMaPlONI/AAAAAAAAAdY/so9ksMJW7cA/s400/contos+apatridas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343788352403749074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dois motivos para ter comprado este livro, o preço (1 euro) e ter lá dentro um conto de Luís Sepúlveda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou fazer a sinopse, nem apologias, ando sem paciência para isso, talvez para nada de nada. Mas agora que sou um apátrida e que apenas conto viver em Portugal depois do meu funeral faz todo o sentido colocar aqui esta mensagem de um livro que li há pouco menos de dois meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo links para partirem à descoberta dos autores aqui presentes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.antoniosarabia.net/"&gt;António Sarabia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atxaga.org/"&gt;Bernardo Atxaga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmfajardo.free.fr/"&gt;José Manuel Fajardo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.literaturas.com/gamboa.htm"&gt;Santiago Gamboa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bussola.blogs.sapo.pt/108645.html"&gt;Luís Sepúlveda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pB8qCNQ1pc"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcWC9EiyhyQ"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyoebzdg45Q"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; (contém excertos da História de uma gaivota e do gato que a ensinou a voar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5757680797106983799?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5757680797106983799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/contos-apatridas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5757680797106983799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5757680797106983799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/contos-apatridas.html' title='Contos Apátridas'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SijzMaPlONI/AAAAAAAAAdY/so9ksMJW7cA/s72-c/contos+apatridas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7747957570138613189</id><published>2009-06-04T22:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:36:12.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>As intermitências da morte de José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sig8UywOUaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xy3-T9_7L5o/s1600-h/intermitencias-da-morte-jose-saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sig8UywOUaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xy3-T9_7L5o/s400/intermitencias-da-morte-jose-saramago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343587285794181538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ler os livros de José Saramago, não por ser português ou ter um prémio Nobel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mero acaso tenho um livro seu autografado do ano em que foi Nobel, mas só por acaso, porque sem ser por acaso continuaria a gostar de o ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao livro... imaginem o martírio de mais ninguém morrer? Pior que a dor da morte dos entes queridos é suportar a minha própria existência pela eternidade... e claro com as máfias que se criariam à volta disso, pior que qualquer dos infernos que o imaginário colectivo inventa para depois da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ler, sem reservas e sem esperar qualquer obra-prima, ou gostas ou não gostas, deixa-te de tretas e sentimentos de inferioridade por seres português!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caderno.josesaramago.org/"&gt;O Caderno de Saramago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caleida.pt/saramago/"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Jose_Saramago/"&gt;Pensamentos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7747957570138613189?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7747957570138613189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-intermitencias-da-morte-de-jose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7747957570138613189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7747957570138613189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-intermitencias-da-morte-de-jose.html' title='As intermitências da morte de José Saramago'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sig8UywOUaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xy3-T9_7L5o/s72-c/intermitencias-da-morte-jose-saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5406734916473601056</id><published>2009-04-12T13:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:49:53.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Farenheit 451</title><content type='html'>Há &lt;a href="http://cinefilosofia.wordpress.com/category/fahrenheit-451/"&gt;o livro&lt;/a&gt; perfeito de Ray Bradbury.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeHixUhiXII/AAAAAAAAAcI/pokpqjc-m-4/s1600-h/Farneheit_451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeHixUhiXII/AAAAAAAAAcI/pokpqjc-m-4/s400/Farneheit_451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323785571479477378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit_451"&gt;o filme&lt;/a&gt; perfeito de François Truffaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeHiakAOGWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NHsgpdz1hP4/s1600-h/174218%7EFahrenheit-451-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeHiakAOGWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NHsgpdz1hP4/s400/174218%7EFahrenheit-451-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323785180497713506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9n98SXNGl8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9n98SXNGl8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há uma realidade em que a estupidez humana, consubstanciada pelo capitalismo selvagem queima os autores desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto o livro como o filme estão no topo das minhas preferências, sendo daqueles casos raros em que a adaptação cinematográfica o engrandeceu ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que há por aí uma nova adaptação... cheira-me a esturro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5406734916473601056?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5406734916473601056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/04/farenheit-451.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5406734916473601056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5406734916473601056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/04/farenheit-451.html' title='Farenheit 451'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeHixUhiXII/AAAAAAAAAcI/pokpqjc-m-4/s72-c/Farneheit_451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-6997581818648746658</id><published>2009-04-11T15:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:44:14.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Filho do Lobo - Jack London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeCpqrWccUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6E20kXKPTdA/s1600-h/filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeCpqrWccUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6E20kXKPTdA/s400/filho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323441310208389442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um pouco repetitivo falar de certos livros, porque há por aí muitas e muitas referências, em blogues e afins. Apenas falo dele por ter sido o ultimo que li, há uns quinze dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito dessas referências, esta versão editada pela Antígona está carregada delas, apenas e só porque temos presente a primeira obra de Jack London, com alguns contos em que predomina a personagem de Malemute Kid, apesar de a personagem principal ser o Klondike e a corrida ao ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack London teve uma vida intensa, a mim seduz-me ler o que quer que seja dele e este livro não é a excepção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curioso é que quando andei na escola lia livros destes em casa e nun ca foram recomendados por Planos Nacionais de Leitura. Terá sido algum tipo da minha geração a propô-lo? Muito me satisfaz que os jovens do século XXI em Portugal tenham acesso priveligiado a este tipo de obras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookworms.sapo.pt/books/11081/o-filho-do-lobo"&gt;Sinopse&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado pela primeira vez em Abril de 1900, &lt;i&gt;O Filho do Lobo&lt;/i&gt; é agora apresentado, pela Antígona, em nova tradução, nos &lt;b&gt;100 anos comemorativos&lt;/b&gt; deste primeiro livro de Jack London. Começava então para London o caminho da fama, nascendo o mito que sempre o acompanhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Filho do Lobo&lt;/i&gt; é uma série de nove contos baseados, em grande parte, nas primeiras experiências do autor, no Klondike. Por «filho do lobo» designaram os Índios o homem branco, aquele que acabaria por dominá-los, não com a força física, em nada superior à deles, mas graças a uma astúcia traiçoeira comparável à do lobo.&lt;br /&gt;A narrativa das viagens ao Klondike espelham, nestas páginas, a vivência aventureira do autor, reflectindo também a sua romântica, enérgica e contraditória personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acrisalves.wordpress.com/2007/01/31/o-filho-do-lobo-the-son-of-the-wolf-jack-london/"&gt;Rascunho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://london.sonoma.edu/Writings/SonWolf/"&gt;Versão Original&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-6997581818648746658?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/6997581818648746658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/04/filho-do-lobo-jack-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6997581818648746658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6997581818648746658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/04/filho-do-lobo-jack-london.html' title='Filho do Lobo - Jack London'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SeCpqrWccUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6E20kXKPTdA/s72-c/filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5816836150171148981</id><published>2009-04-01T15:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:20:42.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda Desenhada'/><title type='text'>Calvin e Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SdN2fpkMPxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T3yC_VVgFus/s1600-h/Crise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SdN2fpkMPxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T3yC_VVgFus/s400/Crise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319725870960361234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Jornal Público foi lançado em 5 de Março de 1990, na última página vinha sempre uma tira de Banda Desenhada do Calvin e Hobbes. Como durante alguns anos foi o jornal de eleição em casa dos meus pais lia-o religiosamente todos os dias que o jornal entrava em casa. Em tempos de febre online em que nem sequer encontro jornais lusos veio parar à minha caixa de correio online esta tira fantabulástica de um tema que vai ser sempre actual em sociedades onde resida o capitalismo selvagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/"&gt;Site oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calvin_and_Hobbes"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://depositodocalvin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogue Depósito do Calvin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.publico.clix.pt/calvin_and_hobbes/index-nojs.asp"&gt;As tiras do Público&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/produto/9/1308826/the+complete+calvin+and+hobbes"&gt;The Complete Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5816836150171148981?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5816836150171148981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/04/calvin-e-hobbes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5816836150171148981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5816836150171148981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/04/calvin-e-hobbes.html' title='Calvin e Hobbes'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SdN2fpkMPxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T3yC_VVgFus/s72-c/Crise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-5789606170005005733</id><published>2009-03-29T15:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:37:49.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Cozinha Tradicional Portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc-Tq-ZuPxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9sfTcqEsrbo/s1600-h/211850_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc-Tq-ZuPxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9sfTcqEsrbo/s400/211850_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318632051462520594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faceta de guloso, de quase ter uma obsessão com a morte através de um ataque cardíaco enquanto como um valente cozido à portuguesa, ou talvez por saber que como a minha mãe ninguém o faz (apraz-me pensar assim), lembrei-me deste que é dos livros que mais vezes consultei na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada ano que passa vai ficando mais caro mas ainda hei-de comprar um só para mim que nas partilhas do divórcio foi aquilo que me deixou mais saudades... nham nham nham... buááááááá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«A autora selecionou oito centenas de receitas que compõem este volume. Cournonsky, o príncipe da gastronomia francesa, descreveu a culinária regional francesa em apenas 325 receitas. A autora confessa que as oitocentas receitas escolhidas para este livro não bastam para esgotar todas as variantes do riquíssimo reportório culinário português. Mas são plenamente suficientes para constituírem a mais completa recolha que até hoje se realizou de Portugal. Dois critérios presidiram à escolha das receitas que integram este livro: representatividade e autenticidade. De cada região, incluíram-se os pratos mais característicos, confeccionados e apresentados como é de uso e costume na terra portuguesa que os concebeu. E cada um acompanhado de uma nota "biográfica", localizando-lhe a origem e traçando-lhe a evolução. Mas não é só do passado que se trata neste livro. Trata-se de uma obra de oitocentas receitas vivas e saudáveis.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letrasdefilmes.com.br/livro/79384"&gt;do texto acima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gastronomias.com/livros/"&gt;Gastronomias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lusowine.com/displayarticle890.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrevista deliciosa com a autora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-5789606170005005733?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/5789606170005005733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cozinha-tradicional-portuguesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5789606170005005733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/5789606170005005733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cozinha-tradicional-portuguesa.html' title='Cozinha Tradicional Portuguesa'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc-Tq-ZuPxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9sfTcqEsrbo/s72-c/211850_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-695338819123635103</id><published>2009-03-28T20:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:26:04.151Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Martin Eden - Jack London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc6GTu6zFiI/AAAAAAAAAak/M2R9aw0JU8Y/s1600-h/Martin+Eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc6GTu6zFiI/AAAAAAAAAak/M2R9aw0JU8Y/s400/Martin+Eden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318335883541419554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc6FKxyM2QI/AAAAAAAAAac/_oJ6dz9mefc/s1600-h/142.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc6FKxyM2QI/AAAAAAAAAac/_oJ6dz9mefc/s400/142.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318334630180215042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este foi o último livro que li e sublimo o final que às vezes me apetece viver para não ter que me preocupar com mais nada. Mas a vida parece que me vai reservar algo melhor que um final abrupto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil neste mundo de vendidos cair em depressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse da edição que li:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="410"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="268"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:-1;"&gt;MARTIN EDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;!--"../../../antigona/autor/.html"&gt;--&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:-1;"&gt;Jack London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;td height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;td height="44"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="268"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:-1;color:#000033;"&gt;Tradução:     &lt;!--"../../../antigona/tradutor/.html"&gt;--&gt;Ana Barradas&lt;br /&gt;467 páginas&lt;br /&gt;Ano da Edição: 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;td colspan="3" height="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;td colspan="5" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td colspan="4" width="390"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,Times NewRoman;font-size:-1;color:#000033;"&gt;Escrito durante uma viagem à volta do mundo no veleiro Snark, &lt;i&gt;Martin Eden&lt;/i&gt;(1909) é o romance mais autobiográfico de Jack London. Descreve a sua luta para se cultivar, a fama literária que alcançou na juventude e a desilusão com o sucesso na maturidade. A identificação apaixonada do autor com o seu herói, Martin Eden, confere ao livro um poder e força de atracção inigualáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Ataque à burguesia, mas também aos valores do individualismo, deste romance emerge ainda a consciência crítica de London na luta pela transformação da sociedade do seu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Eden"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/london/martin_eden/"&gt;online literature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asinfoniadeletras.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html"&gt;sinfonia de letras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-695338819123635103?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/695338819123635103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/martin-eden-jack-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/695338819123635103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/695338819123635103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/martin-eden-jack-london.html' title='Martin Eden - Jack London'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sc6GTu6zFiI/AAAAAAAAAak/M2R9aw0JU8Y/s72-c/Martin+Eden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7011481422722801844</id><published>2009-03-15T12:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:50:45.632Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Cinemateca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sbz20FVfsrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1uYqTPZGdYQ/s1600-h/logo400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sbz20FVfsrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1uYqTPZGdYQ/s400/logo400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313393035036308146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando andava na Escola Secundária da Amadora tinha uma disciplina chamada Jornalismo e a minha nota variava com o interesse que eu tinha na matéria (a história da minha vida é mais ou menos assim...) e assim depois de um ano em que de 0 a 20 tive um 8, no ano seguinte e derivado dos trabalhos 'em grupo', em que me tocavam sempre os espertinhos que nada faziam, tomei o gosto à história do cinema e foram mesmo muitas horas, quase até de manhã para terminar um trabalho, em moldes artesanais que tenho algures no sotão da minha casa, junto com as minhas coisas do tempo de petiz (isso são coisas de pais e felizmente que assim é!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tinha 15 anos gostava quase de forma maníaca dos filmes negros da década de 40 do glorioso (ou venenoso...) século XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesquisa foi feita na Cinemateca Portuguesa, e os nomes que guardei numa qualquer folha a que perdi o rasto permitiram-me conhecer verdadeiras pérolas que tenho apenas na memória ou no youtube, que em Portugal não as encontro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cQ-yGCyjyM"&gt;Farenheit 451&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_6JFLms1PA"&gt;The boy with green hair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-os, como tantos outros menos convencionais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinemateca_Portuguesa"&gt;Cinemateca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(é um artigo da wikipedia mas tem o acesso ao site da Cinemateca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7011481422722801844?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7011481422722801844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinemateca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7011481422722801844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7011481422722801844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinemateca.html' title='Cinemateca'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sbz20FVfsrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1uYqTPZGdYQ/s72-c/logo400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-4466823105437336706</id><published>2009-03-14T15:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:29:34.833Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revistas'/><title type='text'>Se7e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbvLlAAMbQI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NHm5mK5L1C0/s1600-h/18508710_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbvLlAAMbQI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NHm5mK5L1C0/s400/18508710_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313064021930044674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em 1991 pela altura em que saíram estas revistas tinha 19 anos, mas já há algum tempo que as comprava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei de música, algo banal mas fundamental para o meu processo de criação literária (mesmo que o seja menos nos dias que correm). Este semanário em conjunto com o Blitz preencheram muitas semanas em que fui absorvendo o que por lá vinha estampado e de certeza que influenciaram alguns dos meus gostos actuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Se7e"&gt;Se7e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-4466823105437336706?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/4466823105437336706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/se7e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4466823105437336706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4466823105437336706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/se7e.html' title='Se7e'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbvLlAAMbQI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NHm5mK5L1C0/s72-c/18508710_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-8677473644291139574</id><published>2009-03-13T21:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:36:35.648Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Serial Killers de Stéphane Bourgoin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbrOQzqBhTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_XAbcgnbQPw/s1600-h/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbrOQzqBhTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_XAbcgnbQPw/s400/image.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312785498576618802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que parece este livro está a tornar-se uma verdadeira relíquia, ou então a variedade de oferta é tanta que se esqueceram de o reeditar pelo menos em Portugal depois de 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei de ler histórias acerca dos monstros da humanidade, para saber o mal de que é feito o ser humano, para me inspirar a escrever o que quer que seja ou simplesmente porque sim, pelo mero sensacionalismo da coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="sinopse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="sinopseDescr"&gt; Em várias deslocações aos Estados Unidos, Stéphane Bourgoin pôde encontrar-se com os agentes especiais do FBI encarregados de perseguir e estudar esses assassinos incomuns. Os resultados dessas investigações, efectuadas desde 1979, são pela primeira vez aqui publicados,&lt;br /&gt;confrontando-se as respectivas conclusões com as opiniões dos mais destacados psiquiatras especializados neste domínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas prisões de alta segurança da Califórnia e da Florida, o autor pôde também entrevistar alguns daqueles criminosos para quem o assassínio é uma obsessão que não conseguem dominar – todos revelando os mesmos sangrentos fantasmas e uma completa ausência de remorso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um livro que as Edições ASA editam após longa ponderação. Um livro difícil e chocante – mas ao mesmo tempo importante retrato da nossa sociedade violenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fich_prod_topo"&gt;  &lt;div id="fich_prod_topo_left" style="height: auto;"&gt;   &lt;div id="img_plus_info" style="height: auto;"&gt;    &lt;div id="fich_prod_topo_img" style="border: 0px solid green;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div id="fich_prod_topo_info"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div id="fich_prod_topo_right" style="border: 0px solid green;"&gt;   &lt;div id="fich_prod_titulo"&gt;Serial Killers&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div id="fich_prod_subtitulo"&gt;Inquérito sobre os assassínios em série&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div id="fich_prod_autores"&gt;    de &lt;a id="nomeAutorLink" href="http://www.wook.pt/authors/detail/id/24270" style="font-weight: 100; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Stéphane Bourgoin&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div id="fich_prod_ano_edicao"&gt;Edição/reimpressão: &lt;b&gt;1995&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div id="fich_prod_paginas"&gt;Páginas:&lt;b&gt; 240&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div id="fich_prod_editor"&gt;Editor:&lt;b&gt; Edições Asa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div id="fich_prod_editor"&gt;ISBN: &lt;b&gt; 9789724107783&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div id="fich_prod_topo_preco_comments"&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-top: 6px;" id="fich_prod_topo_preco"&gt;        &lt;div id="fich_prod_precos"&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2U"&gt;trad. 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Volte a tentar mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;';     //verifica se o id do produto recebido é válido   if(id==null || !Object.isNumber(id)){    $('msgErro').innerHTML = msgErroGeral;    $('msgNotificaPopUp').innerHTML = '';    $('msgErroSpacer').innerHTML='&lt;br /&gt;';    return;   }    //verifica o email submetido pelo utilizador   if($('emailNotifica') == null || $('emailNotifica').value.empty() || !patternEmail.match($('emailNotifica').value.strip())){    $('msgErro').setStyle({display: 'block'});    $('msgErro').innerHTML = 'Verifique o e-mail introduzido.';    $('msgNotificaPopUp').innerHTML = '';    $('msgErroSpacer').innerHTML='&lt;br /&gt;';    return;   }else{    //inicialização dos dados a passar    var paramEmail = $('emailNotifica').value.strip(); //limpa os espaços    var paramId = id;     }    //inicialização dos parametros de ajax   var path = '';    var url = '/product/availabilityalertajax';   var vars = '&amp;email=' + escape(paramEmail)  + '&amp;subartid=' + escape(paramId); 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            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://livres.fluctuat.net/stephane-bourgoin/interviews/4628-confesseur-des-serial-killers.html"&gt;Entrevista em francês com o autor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/St%C3%A9phane_Bourgoin"&gt;breve curriculum do autor&lt;/a&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/8206999383120862660-8677473644291139574?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/8677473644291139574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/serial-killers-de-stephane-bourgoin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8677473644291139574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8677473644291139574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/serial-killers-de-stephane-bourgoin.html' title='Serial Killers de Stéphane Bourgoin'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbrOQzqBhTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_XAbcgnbQPw/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-6050828857232279241</id><published>2009-03-11T13:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:31:47.864Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda Desenhada'/><title type='text'>ALIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sbe7OzUcqUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RuwFaGCXic0/s1600-h/1188274_1233267337549_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sbe7OzUcqUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RuwFaGCXic0/s400/1188274_1233267337549_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311920148475324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aventuras de Alix foi outra das leituras que me foi proporcionada na adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem tenha sido influenciado por determinado escritor, eu devo as influências ao que o meu pai levava para casa, comprava ou simplesmente gostava. Felizmente ainda lhe posso agradecer isso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fascínio pelas lendas da Grécia e Roma antiga atingiram aqui um dos meus expoentes máximos. E ainda me faltam os dois últimos volumes destas fantásticas aventuras que andam perdidas lá no sotão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alixintrepido.es/asp/forodetalle.asp?Id=42"&gt;Site não oficial (em espanhol)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Martin"&gt;Jacques Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-6050828857232279241?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/6050828857232279241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/alix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6050828857232279241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6050828857232279241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/alix.html' title='ALIX'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sbe7OzUcqUI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RuwFaGCXic0/s72-c/1188274_1233267337549_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7515496269599296965</id><published>2009-03-09T22:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:57:22.788Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Guardador de Rebanhos - Alberto Caeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbWaBn4Ia3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/dysQvvfYVb4/s1600-h/fhlp300_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block;"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/upload" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Publish at Scribd&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/browse" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;explore&lt;/a&gt; others:            &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/browse/eBooks/Fiction-Literature?style=text-decoration%3A+underline%3B"&gt;Fiction &amp;amp; Literature&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/tag/literature" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;literature&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/tag/literatura" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;literatura&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos, bons e fáceis de encontrar como estes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/alberrr.html"&gt;Guardador de Rebanhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dominiopublico.gov.br/pesquisa/DetalheObraForm.do?select_action=&amp;amp;co_obra=15723"&gt;Domínio público&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fpessoa.com.ar/livros.asp?Livro=o_guardador_de_rebanhos"&gt;Poesias coligidas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purl.pt/1000/1/alberto-caeiro/guardador.html"&gt;Versões do poema&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guardador-rebanhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AECIzpPODMo"&gt;Dito por Mário Viegas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aminharadio.com/radio/audio_jvillaret"&gt;Dito por João Villaret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvnet.sapo.pt/noticias/detalhes.php?id=29857"&gt;Nacionalismo católico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7515496269599296965?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7515496269599296965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/guardador-de-rebanhos-alberto-caeiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7515496269599296965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7515496269599296965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/guardador-de-rebanhos-alberto-caeiro.html' title='Guardador de Rebanhos - Alberto Caeiro'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbWaBn4Ia3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/dysQvvfYVb4/s72-c/fhlp300_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-8138238880403013409</id><published>2009-03-08T08:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:55:39.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Não te deixarei morrer David Crockett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbOHw-fD6VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XMCJ6CfGYHk/s1600-h/9789728579227_1229689735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310737661076695378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbOHw-fD6VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XMCJ6CfGYHk/s400/9789728579227_1229689735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu livro de crónicas favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o ofereci a três pessoas importantes da minha vida e se puder comprarei mais uns quantos exemplares para os oferecer sobretudo em línguas diferentes do português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerá sempre a pena passear os olhos por estas crónicas deliciosas, de onde se poderá sempre extrair algo de positivo para a vida, feita de faltas de tempo, de puro desinteresse pelo que realmente vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Gosto de espreitar o teu sono de criança, à noite, quando dormes alheia a tudo, e eu fico a ouvir a tua respiração e a alisar os teus cabelos. Às vezes, chego a pensar que é um desperdício ir dormir, em lugar de ficar a ver-te dormir, porque o tempo voa e em breve já não serás criança. Nestas noites, como diz a lei, tenho-te à minha "guarda", o que é um prazer insubstituível e a que alguns chamam direitos e outros chamam deveres.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8206999383120862660-8138238880403013409?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/8138238880403013409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-te-deixarei-morrer-david-crockett.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8138238880403013409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8138238880403013409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-te-deixarei-morrer-david-crockett.html' title='Não te deixarei morrer David Crockett'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbOHw-fD6VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XMCJ6CfGYHk/s72-c/9789728579227_1229689735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-2278433696283381223</id><published>2009-03-07T23:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:32:29.803Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Produtos'/><title type='text'>Cadernos para escrever à moda antiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbMCxD0xaVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WBpTEqfTajY/s1600-h/361100100_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbMCxD0xaVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WBpTEqfTajY/s400/361100100_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310591427463440722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conservo o velho vício de escrever em cadernos. Tenho muitos destes, baratos e facilmente acessíveis à bolsa de qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê um Moleskine de 10 euros se posso ter um Black Basic por 60 cêntimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que ser criativo, original e acima de tudo preservar a auto-estima! Não serve de nada imitar os consagrados escrevendo onde eles escreveram, trata-se apenas e tão só de estratégias para encarecer produtos... capitalismo, capitalismo, blah blah blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-2278433696283381223?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/2278433696283381223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/conservo-o-velho-vicio-de-escrever-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2278433696283381223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/2278433696283381223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/conservo-o-velho-vicio-de-escrever-em.html' title='Cadernos para escrever à moda antiga'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbMCxD0xaVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WBpTEqfTajY/s72-c/361100100_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-4626501035310876308</id><published>2009-03-06T23:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:42:26.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Os Maias - Eça de Queiroz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbGxp8-oekI/AAAAAAAAAXE/epz-RLph2AM/s1600-h/Os_Maias_Book_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbGxp8-oekI/AAAAAAAAAXE/epz-RLph2AM/s400/Os_Maias_Book_Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310220769948105282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem aqueles livros que era obrigatório ler? Este ficou-me na memória, assim como um dia voltarei a Eça de Queiroz e à sua inigualável veia mordaz... a Lisboa oitocentista no seu esplendor, ou o famoso cu da Europa do grande Eça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portoeditora.pt/bdigital/pdf/NTSITE99_Maias.pdf"&gt;O livro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dominiopublico.gov.br/download/texto/ph000181.pdf"&gt;download do livro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Os_Maias"&gt;resumo na wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osmaiasdeecadequeiroz.blogspot.com/"&gt;série de TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-4626501035310876308?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/4626501035310876308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabem-aqueles-livros-que-era.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4626501035310876308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/4626501035310876308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabem-aqueles-livros-que-era.html' title='Os Maias - Eça de Queiroz'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbGxp8-oekI/AAAAAAAAAXE/epz-RLph2AM/s72-c/Os_Maias_Book_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-7014879707455272267</id><published>2009-03-05T22:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:10:39.473Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores'/><title type='text'>Sven Hassel</title><content type='html'>Mais do que a apologia da guerra ou de ideologias, relações de amizade entre homens que 'tiveram' de combater uma guerra que como sempre é de quem faz as políticas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbBd0XMO_CI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XT3tqn1JOxw/s1600-h/bigGestapo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbBd0XMO_CI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XT3tqn1JOxw/s400/bigGestapo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309847114829724706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando era miúdo li muitos livros deste autor dinamarquês que me marcaram para sempre e, talvez, formaram uma mentalidade politicamente conotada com a esquerda, mesmo que hoje em dia pouco ou nada me importe com a política, apenas com o atenuar das suas consequências lutando da forma possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que não prescindo é da memória das atrocidades, hoje que está tão em voga desrespeitar factos historicamente comprovados apenas para agradar a alguns... oh os males da democracia em acção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;span class="style4"&gt;Sinopse de Gestapo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span class="style10"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sven Hassel conheceu bem os bastidores da Segunda Guerra Mundial. Durante anos combateu no exército alemão, viu as atrocidades que se cometeram nos campos de batalha, registou a amizade que uniu os companheiros de luta e viveu os medos e angústias de um soldado alemão que não fez a guerra, mas teve de a combater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um ritmo narrativo empolgante, Sven Hassel conta-nos em &lt;em&gt;Gestapo &lt;/em&gt;a história de seis soldados da 5.ª companhia do exército alemão. Portas, Miudinho, Legionário, Barcelona, Velho, Heide têm como nova missão guardar as instalações da GESTAPO, a polícia política criada em 1933, cujas terríveis acções ficaram para a história. A experiência unida à investigação histórica fazem dos romances de guerra de Sven Hassel uma nova e enriquecida visão da tragédia que abalou a Europa no século XX.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.esferadoslivros.pt/livros.php?id_li=%2051"&gt;A esfera dos livros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sven_Hassel"&gt;Sven Hassel - wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.svenhassel.net/"&gt;Site Sven Hassel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/h/sven-hassel/"&gt;Fantastic Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A379406"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartosescuros.blogspot.com/2006/10/sven-hassel-mais-um-ano-de-oblvio.html"&gt;Blogue Quarto Escuro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.svenhassel.info/"&gt;Porta's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-7014879707455272267?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/7014879707455272267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-do-que-apologia-da-guerra-ou-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7014879707455272267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/7014879707455272267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-do-que-apologia-da-guerra-ou-de.html' title='Sven Hassel'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SbBd0XMO_CI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XT3tqn1JOxw/s72-c/bigGestapo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-1991473455634178452</id><published>2009-03-04T20:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:21:53.185Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Dracula - Bram Stoker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa7-TeqkjCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/o2TJGyGs9Eg/s1600-h/Dracula1st.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa7-TeqkjCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/o2TJGyGs9Eg/s400/Dracula1st.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309460621318982690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ficheiro:Dracula1st.jpeg#filehistory"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A edição que tenho do Drácula não tem esta capa, nem alguma vez a vi sem ser na wikipedia (fonte de quase tudo o que é básico e ainda bem que a democracia funciona para isto...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei destas histórias de terror, sobretudo a do vampiro que tem um amor amaldiçoado. Talvez me sinta um pouco como o Drácula, pedindo apenas a finitude da minha vida, que a pior das maldições deve ser mesmo viver para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que deixei de dormir as noites todas e que o sono me acompanha sem grandes alaridos pelo dia fora talvez já consiga absorver melhor a história do famoso Conde. Confesso que nos meus tempos iniciais de adolescente me dava um certo gozo ler esta história mesmo antes de ir dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=k39vHp-5VeMC&amp;amp;dq=dracula&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;source=bn&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;ei=e_-uSdbCENKX_gbgrtjQBg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;resnum=11&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;pgis=1"&gt;Google books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucs.mun.ca/%7Eemiller/"&gt;Dracula's Homepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.literature.org/authors/stoker-bram/dracula/"&gt;Versão original do livro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.draculascastle.com/"&gt;Dracula's Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmsite.org/drac.html"&gt;Filme de 1931&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.draculas.com.au/"&gt;Dracula's Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://infocult.typepad.com/dracula/"&gt;Dracula's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bocadoinferno.com/"&gt;Boca do Inferno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankwildhorn.com/projects/dracula/"&gt;Dracula the Musical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://retratoserelatos.wordpress.com/2009/02/10/romenia-bucareste-transilvania/"&gt;Bucareste e Transilvânia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-1991473455634178452?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/1991473455634178452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/dracula-bram-stoker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1991473455634178452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1991473455634178452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/dracula-bram-stoker.html' title='Dracula - Bram Stoker'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa7-TeqkjCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/o2TJGyGs9Eg/s72-c/Dracula1st.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-1200026247592122834</id><published>2009-03-03T23:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:30:49.282Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>15 histórias pelo preço de uma só</title><content type='html'>Esta obsessão pela mitologia não tem absolutamente nada a ver com a família na Grécia. Muito antes disso a disciplina de história era a minha preferida. Quer dizer... a mitologia romana e grega e os descobrimentos portugueses, porque aquela cena dos australopitecos, paleolítico e outros que tais sempre me entediou e por isso não estudava, não queria saber... sempre fui assim e continuo a piorar como o tempo que cada vez é menos o que era dantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa26kpizaWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AgbI4IbXQ9Y/s1600-h/1002416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa26kpizaWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AgbI4IbXQ9Y/s400/1002416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309104674529569122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto tenho na Amadora dois exemplares destas 15 Histórias, justamente as que aparecem aqui nas imagens. Leituras da adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa28UMiTXJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gc7JTxkUUkA/s1600-h/1002443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa28UMiTXJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gc7JTxkUUkA/s400/1002443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309106590888189074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="titulo"&gt;«Série 15&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="editora"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alfarrabista.com/editora-detalhe.php?idEditora=100006" class="editora"&gt;Verbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="texto"&gt;Os jovens são impacientes, preferem histórias simples com rápidos desenlaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos jovens, a Série 15 proporciona 15 vezes mais histórias, 15 desenlaces imprevistos em vez de um só, uma acção 15 vezes mais rápida e 15 vezes mais prazer que os clássicos livros que só têm uma única narrativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o preço para 15 histórias é o mesmo que para uma só.»&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alfarrabista.com/coleccao-detalhe.php?idColeccao=100053"&gt;Série 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-1200026247592122834?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/1200026247592122834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-historias-pelo-preco-de-uma-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1200026247592122834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/1200026247592122834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-historias-pelo-preco-de-uma-so.html' title='15 histórias pelo preço de uma só'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/Sa26kpizaWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AgbI4IbXQ9Y/s72-c/1002416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-6791191376405435512</id><published>2009-03-02T13:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:14:25.881Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revistas'/><title type='text'>Photo</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/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SavaDEopqCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8VapNG1A-24/s1600-h/numerique9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SavaDEopqCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8VapNG1A-24/s400/numerique9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576332104968226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.photo.fr/portfolios/numerique/index.html"&gt;Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;span class="fonttitre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EN AVANT- PREMIERE : UN LIVRE CHEZ PHAIDON QUI RASSEMBLE LES PLUS BELLES PHOTOS DE MODE NUMERIQUES  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="fontBody2"&gt; Cet ouvrage est le premier à réunir les maîtres de la photo de mode qui utilisent le numérique. Conçu par Mark Sanders, l'un des fondateurs de Dazed and Confused, par Phil Poynter, ancien chef photo du mensuel anglais et photographe de mode, et sous la direction artistique de Robin Derrick du Vogue Angleterre, «Image impossible» sort ce mois-ci aux éditions Phaidon.&lt;br /&gt;Il témoigne remarquablement de l'utilisation la plus novatrice, la plus stimulante, de la technologie numérique et de son emploi dans la photographie de mode.&lt;br /&gt;Photo vous présente quelques-unes des ces perles numériques.   »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Revisitando a adolescência em que comprei dezenas de revistas com a qualidade elevada ao expoente máximo da revista Photo encontrei o site da Photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a fazer alguns trabalhos na escola baseando-me nesta revista. Bons velhos tempos em que sabia o francês quase na ponta da língua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photo.fr/"&gt;Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-6791191376405435512?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/6791191376405435512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6791191376405435512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/6791191376405435512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SavaDEopqCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8VapNG1A-24/s72-c/numerique9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-3563726913162289958</id><published>2009-03-01T00:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:09:50.234Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornais'/><title type='text'>Blitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SanZhKTEtGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lm3YPZM-IRg/s1600-h/1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SanZhKTEtGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lm3YPZM-IRg/s400/1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308012799556105314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha eu 13 anos quando saiu o primeiro número do Blitz. Lembro-me que andava no 8º ano (o meu segundo ano do liceu nos idos de 1985) e alguns colegas falavam de música independente e durante muito tempo nem sequer lhes prestei atenção, talvez por pensar que a sua tendência natural para se fazerem melhores que os outros apenas os tornava um bando de loucos que se entretinha com coisas na altura inalcançáveis à minha ingenuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deixei-me enredar na teia do Blitz e já nos anos 90 do século passado comecei a consumi-lo compulsivamente, sem guardar os números completos porque era impossível fazê-lo em minha casa sem que a minha mãe não dissertasse sobre os efeitos perniciosos dos ácaros, pó e sujidade provocada por aqueles jornais aos quais recortei imensas entrevistas, opiniões de concertos e ainda uma secção onde se colocavam mensagens altamente depressivas que eram fruto da geração pós Joy Division. Decerto não terá sido por acaso que a primeira capa do Blitz tivesse Siouxie Sioux a ocupá-la quase por completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida que me marcou e ajudou a definir uma parte dos meus gostos musicais que durarão até ao dia da minha morte e mesmo como revista continuo a segui-la, apesar de ter perdido um pouco daquela aura mágica de outros tempos. Falem de crise, monetária ou de ideias, mas sobretudo de um público juvenil que vai evoluindo entre músicas das ditas comerciais que hoje em dia pouco ou nenhum sentido fazem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva o Blitz, o velho Blitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovelhoblitz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ovelhoblitz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/"&gt;http://blitz.aeiou.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-3563726913162289958?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/3563726913162289958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/blitz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3563726913162289958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/3563726913162289958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/03/blitz.html' title='Blitz'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SanZhKTEtGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lm3YPZM-IRg/s72-c/1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206999383120862660.post-6788188375420374895</id><published>2009-02-25T22:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:48:51.706Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Colete de Forças de Jack London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SaXJJb-hSwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WXj5dvnsQBs/s1600-h/StarRover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SaXJJb-hSwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WXj5dvnsQBs/s400/StarRover.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306868899891989250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta capa do Colete de Forças (nome dado em Portugal ao sublime Star Rover) é um regalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já passaram mais de vinte anos desde a terceira e ultima vez que li este livro que versa um tema que me agrada sobremaneira, 'a viagem' a outras encarnações de um ser que se encontra preso num colete de forças e cuja alma se desprende do seu corpo partindo para as outras vidas nas quais esteve presa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«ALL my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim começa o livro, assim nasceu a minha paixão avassaladora pela escrita, está aqui a génese de tudo para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://london.sonoma.edu/Writings/StarRover/"&gt;Star Rover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View Jack London - O Andarilho Das Estrelas on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/7355679/Jack-London-O-Andarilho-Das-Estrelas" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none; display: block; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Jack London - O Andarilho Das Estrelas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="doc_559627849674611" name="doc_559627849674611" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" align="middle" height="500" width="100%"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SaL_6fPhFUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QTF24gGAYpI/s400/DiarioLisboa25_0001_capa_t0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306084691279942978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://hemerotecadigital.cm-lisboa.pt/OBRAS/DLISBOA/25/HTM/P_P0.html"&gt;Hemeroteca Digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As memórias de infância levam-me ao Diário de Lisboa que o meu pai comprava religiosamente todos os dias. Lembro-me da sua última edição que tenho guardada no sotão da casa dos meus pais e sei que um dia ao revirar aquilo tudo do avesso encontrarei aquelas sensações de regresso a uma infância que nunca sairá da minha memória. Haja isso e haja saúde mental para me lembrar sempre dos pedaços de cultura que andam perdidos nos furacões que me assolam o espírito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hemerotecadigital.cm-lisboa.pt/OBRAS/DLISBOA/DiarioLisboa.HTM"&gt;Hemeroteca digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://observatoriodaimprensa.pt/periodicos-portugueses/diario-de-lisboa/"&gt;Observatório da imprensa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://expresso.sesimbra.pt/node/999"&gt;O porto de abrigo Cezimbrense&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reconquista.pt/noticia.asp?idEdicao=143&amp;amp;id=8666&amp;amp;idSeccao=1380&amp;amp;Action=noticia"&gt;Jornal Reconquista de Castelo Branco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://povodebaha.blogspot.com/2008/12/dirio-de-lisboa-26-de-novembro-de-1926.html"&gt;Povo de Baha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.space1999.net/%7Eespaco1999/dl1/dl1.htm"&gt;Espaço 1999&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arquivopessoa.net/textos/1804"&gt;Arquivo Pessoa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=yWHlQEQBzU0C&amp;amp;pg=PA128&amp;amp;lpg=PA128&amp;amp;dq=di%C3%A1rio+de+lisboa&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=qcI79Tg16A&amp;amp;sig=WH4TpokcQgmNlHuXvxmPZJ-6Jto&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;ei=owOjSda-GIHA0AWh87WhDQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;resnum=6&amp;amp;ct=result"&gt;Almada o escritor, o ilustrador&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmsoares.pt/iniciativas/iniciativas_registo_individ.asp?id=000368"&gt;Fundação Mário Soares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://narotadoyankeeclipper.blogspot.com/2008/11/dirio-de-lisboa-23021943.html"&gt;Na rota do Yankee Clipper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc, etc... a história não tem fim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206999383120862660-8111466436045650959?l=leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/feeds/8111466436045650959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/02/diario-de-lisboa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8111466436045650959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206999383120862660/posts/default/8111466436045650959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leiturasnosofa.blogspot.com/2009/02/diario-de-lisboa.html' title='Diário de Lisboa'/><author><name>manuel marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03194224860530518235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SMwTmHJMTdI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTBbQcTKF-A/S220/santorini01.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0n7WOTcJzb0/SaL_6fPhFUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QTF24gGAYpI/s72-c/DiarioLisboa25_0001_capa_t0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
