<?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-16765531</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:48:21.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Anaximandro</title><subtitle type='html'>Depois de uns tempos à procura de "rotas e destinos" para este blog devo confessar que se esgotou a vontade de seguir com base em mapas e bússolas à descoberta de novas paragens... perdido entre latitude e longitude incerta proponho então a discussão de outras viagens, não necessáriamente vinculadas ao espaço físico, e o desenho de novos mapas qual Anaximandro..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-8727971894987804178</id><published>2009-10-22T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:23:14.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainware Solutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Brainware Solutions oferece um conjunto de serviços diversificados que, transversalmente, mantêm em comum o facto de aliarem elevados níveis de conhecimento técnico e científico com propostas inovadoras e altamente adaptadas às necessidades dos nossos clientes. O nosso objectivo é oferecer-lhe condições para concretizar as suas ideias suportando a tomada de decisões críticas e o desenvolvimento de acções que promovam o crescimento e o sucesso dos seus projectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desenvolvemos acções nos seguintes domínios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Serviços de apoio à investigação científica disponibilizando a Instituições de Ensino Superior, Centros de Investigação, Laboratórios Associados, Investigadores e Estudantes (graduação e pós-graduação) recursos humanos e técnicos de elevada qualidade para a concretização das suas investigações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Serviços de apoio à carreira disponibilizando serviços de integração profissional a recém-licenciados e serviços de gestão de carreira a profissionais com percursos superiores a três anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Serviços de Marketing, Estudo de Mercado e Branding que permitem às empresas conhecer melhor a base de qualquer negócio - o cliente – de forma a estabelecer estratégias de negócio coerentes com a situação de mercado e as tendências dos consumidores e focalizadas na criação de riqueza e valor acrescentado como base de uma estratégia de crescimento sustentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Serviços de Consultoria Política onde desenvolvemos estudos de opinião e posicionamento político, avaliação do impacto de medidas e consultoria em estratégia de comunicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Visite-nos em &lt;a href="http://www.brainwaresolution.webnode.com/"&gt;http://www.brainwaresolution.webnode.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-8727971894987804178?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/8727971894987804178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=8727971894987804178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/8727971894987804178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/8727971894987804178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2009/10/brainware-solutions.html' title='Brainware Solutions'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-8915624029459259714</id><published>2008-04-22T19:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:01:28.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sondagem de Opinião!!! Participem!</title><content type='html'>No âmbito de um processo de criação de Marca gostaríamos de obter a sua opinião! Em seguida são apresentadas diversas designações que estão a ser equacionadas para dar nome a um projecto empresarial. Por favor, indique a sua preferência entre as propostas apresentadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pub39.bravenet.com/minipoll/show.php?usernum=3315133529&amp;#38;amp;cpv=2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos a sua participação!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-8915624029459259714?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/8915624029459259714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=8915624029459259714' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/8915624029459259714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/8915624029459259714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2008/04/sondagem-de-opinio-participem.html' title='Sondagem de Opinião!!! Participem!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114985855327472261</id><published>2006-06-09T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:09:13.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sempre achei a poesia uma forma de escrita maravilhosa pela capacidade fantástica de transmitir e sintetizar sentimentos e emoções. Independentemente do facto de gostar ou não do poema ou do autor fico sempre com a impressão de ter recebido uma mensagem (in)decifrada que me ajuda a compreender melhor o sentido da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Um amigo colocou um poema sobre a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscaracoisdamarina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; que vale a pena ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114985855327472261?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114985855327472261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114985855327472261' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114985855327472261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114985855327472261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/06/vale-pena.html' title='Vale a pena'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114909945748830121</id><published>2006-05-31T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:17:37.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sócrates: qualificação dos portugueses é a sua grande batalha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"O primeiro-ministro, José Sócrates, afirmou hoje que o aumento da qualificação dos portugueses é a «grande batalha» do seu Governo e defendeu que a obrigação do Estado é dar oportunidades de formação aos seus cidadãos."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Diário Digital&lt;/em&gt; 31/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A medida é de aplaudir e vai permitir chegar a quase um milhão de portugueses elevando o seu nível de competências. Esperemos agora que entre as boas intenções, as dificuldades de execução e tendência para lançar formações completamente divorciadas do mercado de trabalho o investimento não fique perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-114909945748830121?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114909945748830121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114909945748830121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114909945748830121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114909945748830121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/scrates-qualificao-dos-portugueses-sua.html' title='Sócrates: qualificação dos portugueses é a sua grande batalha'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114901086996950243</id><published>2006-05-30T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:25:07.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/465505.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/465505.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou em contagem decrescente para um dia muito importante na minha vida. Serão muitas as mudanças e estou ansioso. É engraçado acordar de manhã e pensar falta menos um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando enfrento momentos de grandes mudanças tenho sempre uma reacção muito característica que mistura o receio e a vontade de seguir em frente, norma geral o receio aumenta perante a antecipação da data para logo depois se dissipar. Mesmo assim imagina-se o futuro, sobretudo, no que tem de melhor mas também de pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-114901086996950243?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114901086996950243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114901086996950243' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114901086996950243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114901086996950243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/mudanas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114890095445495894</id><published>2006-05-29T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:09:14.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAIA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/145460.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/145460.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114890095445495894?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114890095445495894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114890095445495894' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114890095445495894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114890095445495894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/praia.html' title='PRAIA!!!!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114856493346117800</id><published>2006-05-25T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:48:53.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/608984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/608984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Por motivos profissionais tenho percorrido grande parte da região norte e centro do país. São muitos kilómetros com a estrada pela frente e tempo para reflectir e apreciar a paisagem. Agrada-me o silêncio cortado apenas pelo barulho do motor e o zumbido da velocidade dos carros que passam. Não fosse a pressa para chegar ao destino, o telefone a tocar, as reuniões chatas e a urgência em partir para novo local estas viagens quase que poderiam constituir momentos de lazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ainda assim ficam retratos de um país estampados na memória e uma sensação agradável de meditação sobre o sentido da vida. &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/16765531-114856493346117800?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114856493346117800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114856493346117800' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114856493346117800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114856493346117800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-road-ii.html' title='On the Road II'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114847377210226735</id><published>2006-05-24T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:29:32.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem olhar, sem respirar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/465505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/465505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem olhar, sem respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem rir, sem pensar, sem falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só te provo um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualquer piscina ou mar de Amaralina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor não é mais do que o ato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Da gente ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No ar antes de mergulhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes de mergulhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance, dance, cante, cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muito alto, sem medo de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;De nada, sem medo de errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vejo uma boca vermelhar galhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A paixão não é mais do que o ato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Da gente ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No ar antes de mergulhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes de mergulhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trampolim - MariaBethânia/Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114847377210226735?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114847377210226735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114847377210226735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114847377210226735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114847377210226735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/sem-olhar-sem-respirar.html' title='Sem olhar, sem respirar'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114830517932525244</id><published>2006-05-22T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:39:39.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/544713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/544713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="link_green" href="http://www.olhares.com/galeriasprivadas/browse.php?user_id=21651"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guacyr Aranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Trabalho com consciência e aplicação. Se me cortarem as asas, irei a pé; se me amputarem as pernas caminharei com as mãos; se por sua vez mas tirarem rastejarei sobre o ventre: desde que possa ser útil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Istvan Széchényi in "Diário"&lt;/em&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/16765531-114830517932525244?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114830517932525244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114830517932525244' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114830517932525244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114830517932525244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/trabalho.html' title='Trabalho'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114796226818491230</id><published>2006-05-18T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:24:28.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O sufoco em que vivemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/569561.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/569561.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diariodigital.sapo.pt/dinheiro_digital/"&gt;Norte de Portugal é a região mais pobre da velha UE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O Norte de Portugal tinha o PIB por habitante mais baixo da União Europeia a Quinze, correspondendo a 57% da média apurada para todas as regiões (NUTS 2) da velha UE, segundo dados relativos a 2003, divulgados pelo Eurostat esta quinta-feira.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;in Diário Digital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estas notícias deixam-me deprimido. &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/16765531-114796226818491230?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114796226818491230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114796226818491230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114796226818491230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114796226818491230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-sufoco-em-que-vivemos.html' title='O sufoco em que vivemos'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114779376132635422</id><published>2006-05-16T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:36:01.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fujam da baixa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/aliados.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/aliados.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ia eu para casa um destes dias quando no meu percurso reparei num conjunto de coisas bastante pertinentes. Primeiro, cada vez saio mais tarde do trabalho para evitar o trânsito infernal com que esta cidade anda, segundo, as obras que se têm feito e ainda não acabaram já estão a precisar de novas obras de requalificação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;O nosso querido Presidente da CM do Porto devia lançar um novo slogan. "Por muito que lhe custe fuja da baixa! Vai ver que não custa nada!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Raios partam os arquitectos visionários e os presidentes armados ao pingarelho. &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/16765531-114779376132635422?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114779376132635422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114779376132635422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114779376132635422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114779376132635422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/fujam-da-baixa.html' title='Fujam da baixa!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114771329653060508</id><published>2006-05-15T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:24:50.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns FCP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/11676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/11676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;POOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRTTTOOO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114771329653060508?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114771329653060508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114771329653060508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114771329653060508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114771329653060508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/parabns-fcp.html' title='Parabéns FCP!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114771109109619919</id><published>2006-05-15T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:40:52.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/629841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/629841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cala-te, a luz arde entre os lábios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e o amor não contempla, sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o amor procura, tacteia no escuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;essa perna é tua?, esse braço?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;subo por ti de ramo em ramo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;respiro rente á tua boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;abre-se a alma à lingua, morreria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;agora se mo pedisses, dorme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nunca o amor foi facil, nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;também a terra morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114771109109619919?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114771109109619919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114771109109619919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114771109109619919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114771109109619919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114735166719880930</id><published>2006-05-11T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:47:47.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolher um colchão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/nilo_data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/nilo_data.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Modelo Nilo - Pikolin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escolher um colchão pode revelar-se uma tarefa verdadeiramente complicada! Ao entrar numa loja não basta dizer as medidas e fornecer meia dúzia de informações genéricas. A simples frase "Queria ver um colchão por favor" parece ser pouco adequada ou mesmo descabida! A resposta é invariável e ocupa uma boa meia hora no desenrolar de modelos e pormenores técnicos dignos de uma dissertação de mestrado na área da engenharia de materiais. Desde os colchões normais de molas aos hiper rebuscados com a utilização de tecnologia ao nível do &lt;em&gt;state of the art&lt;/em&gt;, passando pelos colchões de marca até à linha branca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Para além de mais somos literalmente obrigados a experimentar dezenas de colchões. Foi um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;trabalho duro mas já escolhemos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/16765531-114735166719880930?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114735166719880930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114735166719880930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114735166719880930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114735166719880930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/escolher-um-colcho.html' title='Escolher um colchão!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114724484340815108</id><published>2006-05-10T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T08:07:23.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana da Queima!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Noitess_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Noitess_3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A tradição da Queima das Fitas do Porto remonta ao final da década de 40 do século passado, mas já antes havia a “Festa da Pasta”. O mesmo homem responsável pela primeira “Queima” em Lisboa, no ano académico de 1944-45, veio fundar no Porto essa celebração, em 1949-50. Lisboeta de gema, Flávio Serzedello veio para o Porto para acabar o curso de Farmácia e por aí ficou por gostar da vida académica. Durante 32 anos dedicou-se mais ao jornalismo, e mais tarde à família, do que ao curso que o tinha conduzido à Invicta.&lt;br /&gt;A Queima das Fitas repetiu-se até ao ano de 1972 “sempre da mesma maneira”. Antes do 25 de Abril, os dias de Queima das Fitas eram vividos “primeiro com a bênção das pastas na Sé Catedral, presidida pelo Bispo da Diocese; cortejo no dia seguinte; e nos dias que se seguiam havia sempre chás dançantes na sala holandesa do antigo Palácio de Cristal. Também havia o Baile de Gala no salão nobre da Faculdade de Medicina (actual ICBAS)”. Um Baile de Gala que também era camado “baile de gola”: “não tínhamos dinheiro para pagar a entrada no baile e entravamos puxados pela gola”, explica o antigo "Dux Veteranorum" da UP. No dia seguinte, fazia-se a garraiada, normalmente, na Póvoa de Varzim, e o fim de festa era no casino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A partir do início da década de 50, foi criado o Sarau de Arte da Queima das Fitas, oferecido em honra dos mestres. Um sarau que incluía actuações do Orfeão Universitário, do Teatro Clássico Universitário do Porto e, no fim, recitativos.&lt;br /&gt;A Queima começou por ser vivida apenas pelas quatro faculdades existentes na altura: Ciências, Farmácia, Engenharia e Medicina, e mais tarde, em Economia. Hoje, a festa da Queima das Fitas conta com um número incomparavelmente maior de instituições e pessoas envolvidas. No cortejo deste ano estiveram representadas 43 instituições de ensino superior do Porto. &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/16765531-114724484340815108?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114724484340815108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114724484340815108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114724484340815108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114724484340815108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/05/semana-da-queima.html' title='Semana da Queima!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114201110859079711</id><published>2006-04-21T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:22:47.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feitiçarias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/ritratto_Baudelaire_Courbet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/ritratto_Baudelaire_Courbet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Manejar sabiamente uma língua é praticar uma espécie de feitiçaria evocatória"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Charles Baudelaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114201110859079711?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114201110859079711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114201110859079711' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201110859079711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201110859079711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/04/feitiarias.html' title='Feitiçarias'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114494041594346531</id><published>2006-04-13T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:00:15.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Aproveitem o sol e divirtam-se!&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/16765531-114494041594346531?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114494041594346531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114494041594346531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114494041594346531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114494041594346531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/04/boa-pscoa.html' title='Boa Páscoa'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114484820650392399</id><published>2006-04-12T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:23:26.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gore Vidal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/cria????o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/cria%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ando a reler um dos meus romances históricos favoritos. E lembrei-me de relembrar um um excelente escritor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gore Vidal nasceu em 1925 na Academia Militar de West Point, filho de um pioneiro da aviação norte-americana. Foi criado em Washington onde o seu pai trabalhou para o governo de Roosevelt e o seu avô foi o senador T. P. Gore. Começou a escrever contos e poemas ainda adolescente. Publicou seu primeiro romance aos 21 anos quando servia nas Forças Armadas durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial, mas nos anos 50 passou a sofrer perseguições por parte dos conservadores liderados pelo senador McCarthy. Tem sido um crítico cáustico das posturas belicistas adotadas pelos dirigentes norte-americanos. Gore Vidal é romancista e ensaísta e actualmente reside em Nápoles, Itália, onde continua a escrever livros e artigos para periódicos. Entre seus livros publicados em português, destacam-se: 1876 , À Procura do Rei, Burr, Era Dourada: Narrativas do Império, Palimpsesto, Fundação Smithsonian, Kalki, Messias, Sonhando a Guerra, Myron, Criação, Williwaw, etc.&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/16765531-114484820650392399?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114484820650392399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114484820650392399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114484820650392399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114484820650392399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/04/gore-vidal.html' title='Gore Vidal'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114475721401740200</id><published>2006-04-11T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:06:54.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Angola que Sócrates não viu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/angola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/angola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Luanda - Angola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Angola que Sócrates não viu mas alguém pertinentemente fez questão de lembrar tem lançado algumas areias para a engrenagem e originado anátemas com tradução directa na imprensa angolana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A polémica está para ficar e está visto que o processo de cooperação ainda tem muito para andar embora as vantagens para ambos os lados sejam evidentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&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/16765531-114475721401740200?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114475721401740200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114475721401740200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114475721401740200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114475721401740200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/04/angola-que-scrates-no-viu.html' title='A Angola que Sócrates não viu!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114201119648208644</id><published>2006-04-04T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:42:17.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tenho tanta certeza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/cartaz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Há que trabalhar, ainda que não seja por gosto, ao menos por desespero, uma vez que, bem vistas as coisas, trabalhar é menos aborrecido do que divertirmo-nos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Charles Baudelaire [1821-1867]&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/16765531-114201119648208644?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114201119648208644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114201119648208644' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201119648208644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201119648208644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-tenho-tanta-certeza.html' title='Não tenho tanta certeza...'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114379603010041288</id><published>2006-03-31T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:07:10.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/linhas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/linhas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho andado por fora - "on the road" - e entristece-me verificar a descaracterização do nosso país acompanhada por uma desertificação humana nas zonas do interior terrível...&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/16765531-114379603010041288?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114379603010041288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114379603010041288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114379603010041288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114379603010041288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-road.html' title='On the road!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114201154788874490</id><published>2006-03-23T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:31:28.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Pena não conseguir ser sempre assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O homem prudente não diz tudo quanto pensa, mas pensa tudo quanto diz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aristóteles&lt;/span&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/16765531-114201154788874490?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114201154788874490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114201154788874490' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201154788874490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201154788874490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/pena-no-conseguir-ser-sempre-assim.html' title='Pena não conseguir ser sempre assim...'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114302237358619818</id><published>2006-03-22T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:14:12.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Poesia - 22 de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/echevarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/echevarr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;GEÓRGICAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa própria noite se levanta&lt;br /&gt;aquela imóvel espécie de negrura&lt;br /&gt;onde tudo é possível ? as galáxias,&lt;br /&gt;ou pulsar nulo de galáxia alguma.&lt;br /&gt;E até a expansão, a criar alta&lt;br /&gt;invisibilidade. Mas que suga,&lt;br /&gt;quanto o assunto for mais denso, a graça&lt;br /&gt;de um maior brio de altura.&lt;br /&gt;E a outra noite pela nossa canta,&lt;br /&gt;não luzes de prestígio, a só penúria&lt;br /&gt;que, quase instrumental, se exerce. Instaura&lt;br /&gt;um dentro fora de dimensão alguma.&lt;br /&gt;E é de aí que a noite se levanta&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo da insistência continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fernando Echevarría, Geórgicas, Porto, Afrontamento, 1998, p. 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Para comemorar o Dia Mundial da Poesia fui ao Clube Literário do Porto assistir ao lançamento do novo livro "Epifanias" de Fernando Echevarría. Foi bom e recomenda-se!&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/16765531-114302237358619818?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114302237358619818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114302237358619818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114302237358619818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114302237358619818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/dia-mundial-da-poesia-22-de-maro.html' title='Dia Mundial da Poesia - 22 de Março'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114286193618239612</id><published>2006-03-20T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:38:56.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Klimt_-_WaterSerpents.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Klimt_-_WaterSerpents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;La Camisa Negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hoy mi amor esta de luto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy tengo en el alma una pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y es por culpa de tu embrujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y eso es lo que más me hiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y una pena que me duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mal parece que solo me que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;déy fue pura todita tu mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que maldita mala suerte la mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que aquel día te encontré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;porque negra tengo el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yo por ti perdí la calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y casi pierdo hasta mi cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cama cama cama baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;te digo con disimulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ya tu amor no me interesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lo que ayer me supo a gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hoy me sabe a pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;miércoles por la tarde y t ú que no llegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ni siquiera muestras señas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y yo con la camisa negray tus maletas en la puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mal parece que solo me quedé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y fue pura todita tu mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que maldita mala suerte la mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que aquel día te encontré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;porque negra tengo el almayo por ti perdí la calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y casi pierdo hasta mi cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cama cama cama baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;te digo con disimulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y debajo tengo el difunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;porque negra tengo el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yo por ti perdí la calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y casi pierdo hasta mi cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cama cama cama baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;te digo con disimulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo la camisa negray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;debajo tengo el difunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;by Juanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114286193618239612?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114286193618239612/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114201173446276929</id><published>2006-03-10T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:33:18.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/tellier.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/tellier.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Girl with a Mandolin 1910&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se sabemos exactamente o que vamos fazer, para quê fazê-lo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;1881-1973&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/16765531-114201173446276929?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114201173446276929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114201173446276929' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201173446276929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114201173446276929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/ser.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114199725741498242</id><published>2006-03-10T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:27:37.436Z</updated><title type='text'>A fava calhou ao Benfica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/3p_michaelkountouris.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/3p_michaelkountouris.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os encarnados vão defrontar nos quartos-de-final da Liga dos Campeões a equipa que todos queriam evitar – o Barcelona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu caro amigo FMSG de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ooutroladodalua.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Outro Lado da Lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;colocou um post interessante sobre as diversas possibilidades para o jogo. Honestamente recomendo a leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai ser um grande jogo e que vença o melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-114199725741498242?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114199725741498242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114199725741498242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114199725741498242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114199725741498242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/fava-calhou-ao-benfica.html' title='A fava calhou ao Benfica!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114181387916778427</id><published>2006-03-08T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:31:19.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/496528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/496528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;MULHER (em definição)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mulher-Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que deixa no meu corpo bocados de poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher-Criança&lt;br /&gt;que desce à minha infancia&lt;br /&gt;e me traz adulta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher-Inteira&lt;br /&gt;repartida no meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher-Absoluta&lt;br /&gt;fonte da minha origem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manuela Amaral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Parabéns merecidos a todas as mulheres!&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/16765531-114181387916778427?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114181387916778427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114181387916778427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114181387916778427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114181387916778427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113812922140739990</id><published>2006-03-06T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:01:15.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Para rir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/ATT00354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/ATT00354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113812922140739990?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113812922140739990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113812922140739990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812922140739990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812922140739990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/para-rir.html' title='Para rir!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114133017599542816</id><published>2006-03-02T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:09:36.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Exclusão social ou o ir para fora cá dentro dos pobres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Homeless_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Homeless_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A dinâmica de exclusão caracteriza-se pela ameaça e consecução da privação e dependência absolutas ou relativas, em diversas dimensões entrelaçadas, que configuram uma forma de estar fora, que mais não é do que um modo particular – condição heteronómica – de estar dentro. Assim, quando falamos em estranhos fazemos uma divisão entre os que estão fora do sistema “estranhos”, ainda que dentro dele, e os que estão dentro e que são “iguais a nós”.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vivência enquanto estranho leva a grande parte destas pessoas a evidenciar um processo cumulativo e entrelaçado de exclusão social, frequentemente com características de um fenómeno tipo “bola de neve”. Na perspectiva de alguns sociólogos, por exemplo Simmel, os estranhos são sujeitos que estão próximos de nós em termos de proximidade física, mas estão longe em termos relacionais ou de identificação, face a quem sentimos uma sensação de inquietação.&lt;br /&gt;Entre os indicadores de exclusão podemos encontrar: abandono escolar, insucesso escolar, absentismo escolar e repetência, descrédito nas instituições, violência, repressão e espera pela vida adulta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-114133017599542816?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114133017599542816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114133017599542816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114133017599542816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114133017599542816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/excluso-social-ou-o-ir-para-fora-c.html' title='Exclusão social ou o ir para fora cá dentro dos pobres'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114124275495240588</id><published>2006-03-01T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:52:34.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Os "anjos" também matam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quase que ainda não acredito que a umas centenas de metros de minha casa uma dúzia de jovens mataram em actos de terrível crueldade um ser humano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim sendo e porque acho que o assunto deve ser discutido para além das notícias de entrada no jornal da noite apresento este texto (que pertence a um relatório com alguns anos) para lançar a discussão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A delinquência juvenil e os comportamentos anti-sociais têm vindo a demonstrar aumentos significativos exigindo cada vez mais uma postura de prevenção e não apenas de intervenção para lhe fazer face. Como refere Lorion (Quay, 1987), este problema apresenta características tipicamente bola-de-neve no que se refere à própria evolução e aos custos materiais e humanos. Se os custos materiais são suportáveis ou pelo menos reparáveis, os humanos acarretam facturas pesadas não apenas para o próprio indivíduo e para as suas vítimas imediatas, mas de um modo mais geral para as suas famílias, amigos tendo reflexos óbvios ao nível da comunidade (Lorion et al., 1987).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;As limitações das intervenções no sentido de minorar os efeitos da delinquência têm sido reconhecidas há já bastante tempo pelo modelo de saúde pública que argumenta que, com efeito, nunca uma desordem/disfunção foi controlada pelo tratamento, mas apenas pela prevenção (Lorion, In Quay, 1987).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O comportamento delinquente e/ou anti-social pode ser definido como um continuum de comportamentos que transgride as normas sociais de forma que resultem, ou possam resultar em sérias consequências (a diversos níveis e não apenas a um nível legal). Ao se referirem a este comportamento como um continuum os autores tendem a reforçar a forma de percepcionar o fenómeno enquanto progressivo e hierárquico, com consequências crescentemente negativas para o próprio, para a vítima e para a comunidade (Lorion, In Quay, 1987).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delinquência pode ser alvo de vários tipos de abordagens. As estratégias de intervenção baseadas no modelo de reabilitação (que obteve primazia durante os anos 40-60 no Estados Unidos, um pouco mais tarde na Europa), têm como finalidade geral a modificação do comportamento e o retorno a uma situação de adaptação social. A reabilitação e tratamento teriam um carácter funcional na protecção da sociedade, adoptando métodos terapêuticos que visavam a &lt;em&gt;cura&lt;/em&gt; do delinquente (Negreiros, 2001).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;No caso particular, desconhecemos se existia ou não um continuum de actos de transgressão, no entanto, ao que parece os jovens estavam em reabilitação em instituições de acolhimento. Mas então como é possível que se falhe de forma tão pesada? Quem devia reabilitar não o fez? Quem devia prevenir onde andava? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Afinal de contas e num país onde a mão-de-obra para a intervenção nestas questões começa a ser excessiva (que o digam os milhares de jovens recém-licenciados em Psicologia, Sociologia, Educação Social e afins que estão à espera da sua oportunidade para entrar no mercado de trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;) parece-me que andamos a aproveitar muito pouco os recursos que temos. Pior ainda, acho que ainda não aprendemos que o segredo está na prevenção e não na reabilitação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A realidade é que o crime é horrível e torna-se difícil não culpar os jovens e o "sistema"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&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/16765531-114124275495240588?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114124275495240588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114124275495240588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114124275495240588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114124275495240588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/03/os-anjos-tambm-matam.html' title='Os &quot;anjos&quot; também matam'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-114070173959590363</id><published>2006-02-23T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:37:14.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche de casamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pequim espera 120.000 casamentos no Ano do Cão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Cerca de 120.000 casais de Pequim marcaram casamento para o Ano do Cão, que começou a 29 de Janeiro e é tradicionalmente considerado propício para contraír matrimónio.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a tradição e o calendário lunar chinês, o chamado Ano do Cão é bom para a união matrimonial, porque, ao contrário dos outros, tem uma duração de 13 meses o que indica prosperidade para o povo oriental.&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, este ano possui dois «lichun» (começo de Primavera), algo que não aconteceu o ano passado, no Ano do Galo, e também não acontecerá no próximo que será o Ano do Porco. Segundo a filosofia chinesa, serão alturas negativas para casar.&lt;br /&gt;Pequim espera assim uma avalanche de casamentos. Nas festas das 120.000 cerimónias prevê-se que sejam gastos 370 milhões de dólares (cerca de 310,8 milhões de euros).&lt;br /&gt;Cada casamento vai custar uma média de 4.932 dólares (4.143 euros), um número elevado se tivermos em conta que o salário médio anual no país é de 4.464 dólares (3.075 euros).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;in Diário Digital 23-02-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Parece que até na China acham que este é um bom ano para casar! ; )&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/16765531-114070173959590363?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/114070173959590363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=114070173959590363' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114070173959590363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/114070173959590363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/avalanche-de-casamentos.html' title='Avalanche de casamentos'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113812901193319316</id><published>2006-02-21T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:24:49.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Lavar separadamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/ATT00351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/ATT00351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113812901193319316?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113812901193319316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113812901193319316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812901193319316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812901193319316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/lavar-separadamente.html' title='Lavar separadamente'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113872917541366623</id><published>2006-02-20T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:32:17.466Z</updated><title type='text'>O "ódio" pela civilização moderna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/woodpecker1885.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/woodpecker1885.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tapeçaria Woodpecker 1885&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi o multifacetado William Morris, que transferiu, com sucesso, as ideis de John Ruskin para a prática, com ele nasceu o “ódio” pela civilização moderna e pelos seus produtos. Morris fundou oficinas que tiveram tanta influência que nos anos 80 (de mil e oitocentos) se poderia falar de um estilo próprio, o denominado «Arts and Crafts» - reflectindo uma orientação gótica e oriental.&lt;br /&gt;Paralelamente, desde os anos 50 que os ingleses vinham a reformar as vias tradicionais de formação dos artesãos e das academias de arte. Em vez de se limitarem a reproduzir modelos, os alunos tinham que ser autocriativos. Enquanto o movimento de Morris propunha um tipo prático de utopia social, os interesses económicos por trás da reforma educativa eram bastante resolutos. A Inglaterra devia manter a sua posição de líder na área artesanal.&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos seguintes foram fundadas inúmeras “associações” de artesões, que frequentemente tentavam combinar os seus fins económicos com um estilo de vida comunitário.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Morris começou a ver que as suas ideias reformadoras estavam a ter um sucesso limitado, não atingindo, a população em geral, virou-se para o movimento socialista inglês dos anos 80 e 90 tentando através dele os resultados que desejou com a sua arte: criar uma cultura do povo e para o povo através de um movimento de renovação cultural e de rejeição do trabalho mecanizado e da "fantástica" uniformização do progresso. &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/16765531-113872917541366623?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113872917541366623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113872917541366623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113872917541366623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113872917541366623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-dio-pela-civilizao-moderna.html' title='O &quot;ódio&quot; pela civilização moderna'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113387831391210098</id><published>2006-02-17T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:14:35.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Terrorismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/grandeprermio_grzegorzszumowski.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/grandeprermio_grzegorzszumowski.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113387831391210098?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113387831391210098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113387831391210098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387831391210098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387831391210098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/terrorismo.html' title='Terrorismo'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113982210388789629</id><published>2006-02-13T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:15:05.346Z</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/20060202.OBS2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/20060202.OBS2439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113982210388789629?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113982210388789629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113982210388789629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113982210388789629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113982210388789629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113959146471116303</id><published>2006-02-10T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:11:04.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Só para os homens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seguindo o conselho de &lt;a href="http://www.purprazer.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Pantalassa&lt;/a&gt; fui ver os &lt;a href="http://www.pirellical.com/thecal/calendar.html"&gt;calendários Pirelli&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113959146471116303?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113959146471116303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113959146471116303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113959146471116303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113959146471116303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-para-os-homens.html' title='Só para os homens!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113948067514284150</id><published>2006-02-09T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:24:37.333Z</updated><title type='text'>PT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diariodigital.sapo.pt/dinheiro_digital/news.asp?section_id=3&amp;id_news=63076"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;OPA da Sonae: Governo demarca-se de Horta e Costa, diz jornal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Governo «não se revê no texto» que saiu da reunião do Conselho de Administração da Portugal Telecom, um dia depois do anúncio da Sonae ao mercado, refere o jornal Público.&lt;br /&gt;As declarações feitas em nome do conselho de administração da Portugal Telecom, na noite de terça-feira, quando considerou a investida da Sonae como OPA hostil, «não merecem a concordância do Executivo, que representa o accionista Estado e tem poderes especiais na empresa decorrentes da existência de uma golden share», diz o artigo.&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o diário do universo Sonae, «é questionada a legitimidade de Horta e Costa para fazer uma declaração com duras críticas à operação (...)». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diário Digital 10/02/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como diria o outro "E esta heim?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113948067514284150?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113948067514284150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113948067514284150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113948067514284150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113948067514284150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/pt.html' title='PT'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113939876012227590</id><published>2006-02-08T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:39:20.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Já temos casa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/chaves-em-laranja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/chaves-em-laranja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ainda não há móveis e é provável que não estejam lá todos tão cedo! Mas já temos casa!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113939876012227590?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113939876012227590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113939876012227590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113939876012227590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113939876012227590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/j-temos-casa.html' title='Já temos casa!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113873091746329810</id><published>2006-02-07T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:11:01.953Z</updated><title type='text'>www.anamnese.pt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/ahte26big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/ahte26big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Plataforma digital sobre arte contemporânea de/em Portugal entre 1993 e 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anamnese é um projecto que visa a criação de uma plataforma de informação sobre as artes plásticas em Portugal e sobre a actividade dos artistas portugueses no contexto internacional na segunda metade do séc. XX, a partir de uma cronologia de eventos no período compreendido entre 1993 e 2003.&lt;br /&gt;O objectivo fundamental do projecto é suprir a inexistência no nosso país de uma ferramenta de trabalho dirigida aos estudiosos e ao público em geral que conglomere a informação visual e escrita produzida pelos inúmeros indivíduos e instituições que activamente desenharam o perfil de um contexto em franco desenvolvimento. De facto, com a densificação do quadro institucional dedicado à divulgação da arte contemporânea nos últimos anos, Portugal tem vindo a marcar uma posição que aponta para uma profissionalização crescente do sector, acompanhada por um impulso quantitativo e qualitativo positivo da própria criação artística que urge documentar.&lt;br /&gt;Anamnese vai desempenhar o papel de um mega-arquivo da actividade das instituições e dos artistas portugueses, onde o público poderá encontrar um acervo de informação cronologicamente ordenado. A mais-valia fundamental do projecto advém do facto de essa informação se encontrar dispersa, numa condição de difícil acesso e, em muitos casos, carecer de divulgação. Anamnese vai editar essa massa de informação enquadrando cada acontecimento com perspectivas múltiplas e diferenciadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113873091746329810?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113873091746329810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113873091746329810' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113873091746329810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113873091746329810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/wwwanamnesept.html' title='www.anamnese.pt'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113812884380088700</id><published>2006-02-03T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:39:12.530Z</updated><title type='text'>A Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/REC_Recife_Porto_Galinhas_beach2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/REC_Recife_Porto_Galinhas_beach2_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A felicidade é como uma pluma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Voa tão leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tem a vida breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A felicidade do probre parece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A grande ilusão do carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A gente trabalha o ano inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;por um momento de sonho para fazer a fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;De rei ou de pirata ou de jardineira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra tudo se acabar na quarta feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A felicidade é como uma gota de orvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa pétala de flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brilha tranquila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de leve oscila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E cai como uma lágrima de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A felicidade é uma coisa louca&lt;br /&gt;Mas tão delicada também.&lt;br /&gt;Tem flores e amores&lt;br /&gt;De todas as cores&lt;br /&gt;Tem ninhos de passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso ela tem&lt;br /&gt;E é por ela ser assim tão delicada&lt;br /&gt;Que eu trato sempre dela muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinicius de Moraes &amp;amp; Toquinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113812884380088700?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113812884380088700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113812884380088700' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812884380088700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812884380088700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/felicidade.html' title='A Felicidade'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113872963939494824</id><published>2006-02-02T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:29:52.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dos homens que tornou o mundo mais alto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/bgropiu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/bgropiu3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A arquitectura racional de Gropius é qualquer coisa substancialmente distinta do funcionalismo, algo que não se baseia simplesmente numa metodologia construtiva totalmente motivada pela procura e utilização de tecnologias renovadas. Nasce de uma análise objectiva da realidade, no entanto, é uma ideia que se mantém como tal, pode definir-se como a forma que assume a procura do novo renunciando a qualquer programa iconológico.&lt;br /&gt;E é aqui que aparece o desencanto, desaparecem todas as ambições pessoais que tendem a representar a própria vida como arte. Empobrecer o vocabulário para enriquecer a sintaxe, i.e., as relações com a existência, através da renúncia ao gratuito e adopção do imprescindível que se traduz em meras relações geométricas e matemáticas para chegar por fim à autenticidade libertadora e virtuosa da ideia: “A forma abandonou o mundo dos conteúdos e como que regressou ao cinismo infantil que ambiciona a suprema faculdade de abstracção capaz de expressar só o essencial” (Adorno). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A construção em altura é o resultado lógico deste voluntário exílio da história e a contribuição de Walter Gropius (1883-1969) para a fundação do Movimento Moderno.&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/16765531-113872963939494824?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113872963939494824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113872963939494824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113872963939494824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113872963939494824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-dos-homens-que-tornou-o-mundo-mais.html' title='Um dos homens que tornou o mundo mais alto'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113872798123743703</id><published>2006-01-31T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:19:41.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Cão como nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/c??omale??o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/c%3F%3Fomale%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Empresa neo-zelandesa doa comida de cão para crianças do Quénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Uma das principais marcas de comida para cão da Nova Zelândia ofereceu 42 toneladas de alimento para animais para o Quénia, onde a fome está a vitimar milhões de crianças. A notícia foi avançada pelo jornal Nation, que dá conta também da recusa do governo de Nairobi em receber a doação."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Diário Digital 31/01/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Embora acredite que a oferta possa ser bem intencionada alguma coisa não está bem... então agora oferecemos aos pobres as sobras dos nossos animais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113872798123743703?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113872798123743703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113872798123743703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113872798123743703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113872798123743703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/co-como-ns.html' title='Cão como nós'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113861600484002087</id><published>2006-01-30T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:13:26.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Assaltaram-me o carro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de um fim-de-semana dedicado às compras para a casa, com uma visita interessante mas gélida a Paços de Ferreira durante o sábado! No Domingo depois de um almoço em família e impedidos de voltar às medições e às compras o cansaço venceu-nos e fomos para casa para uma sessão de televisão e filmes de entretenimento (daqueles que tanto os júniores como os séniores aturam embora ninguém goste verdadeiramente deles).&lt;br /&gt;Surpresa das surpresas! Assaltaram-me o carro à porta de casa por causa do telemóvel que lá tinha ficado esquecido! Isto a meio da tarde numa rua com imenso movimento!&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: vidro partido, telemóvel desapareceu e lista de telefones com ele… para quem entrou no fim-de-semana com um espírito “It’s party time!” à saída o espírito estava esmorecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113861600484002087?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113861600484002087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113861600484002087' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113861600484002087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113861600484002087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/assaltaram-me-o-carro.html' title='Assaltaram-me o carro!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113838755785617499</id><published>2006-01-27T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:45:57.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana com temperaturas negativas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/serra_estrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/serra_estrela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portugal deverá ser atingido por temperaturas negativas durante o fim-de-semana. O interior do país será o mais &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;afectado chegando aos seis graus abaixo de zero. Há alerta amarelo nos distritos de Braga, Vila Real, Guarda e Castelo Branco. Em Lisboa e Porto as temperaturas rondarão entre os 4 e os 2 graus positivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paula Cosme Pinto/Expresso Online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113838755785617499?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113838755785617499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113838755785617499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113838755785617499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113838755785617499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/fim-de-semana-com-temperaturas.html' title='Fim-de-semana com temperaturas negativas'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113830451908122879</id><published>2006-01-26T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:41:59.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Water Serpents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Klimt_-_WaterSerpents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/Klimt_-_WaterSerpents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gustav Klimt foi fundamentalmente um artista de transição para o Expressionismo. Ainda assim demonstrou nas suas obras um virtuosismo gráfico e purismo linear aliados a uma certa provocação anti-puritana, patente na atitude moderna, de aberto erotismo, com que abordou um dos géneros mais convencionais da história da arte - o Nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113830451908122879?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113830451908122879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113830451908122879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113830451908122879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113830451908122879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/water-serpents.html' title='Water Serpents'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113813108806908955</id><published>2006-01-25T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:22:57.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Habermas e Bourdieu: intersecções e desvios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/projection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/projection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se Habermas concebe as sociedades como produto da acção humana, regidas e estruturadas por normas e valores sociais, dotando-as de capacidade de transformação e desenvolvimento social, no sentido da mudança para uma racionalidade universal, a noção de espaço social de Bourdieu, por sua vez, remete antes para um conjunto de campos que se apresentam como espaços estruturados de posições, cujas propriedades dependem da sua posição no interior do espaço social, onde se desenrola a luta pelo monopólio e dominação do poder, sendo a estrutura do campo dada pelo resultado das relações de poder entre os agentes ou instituições envolvidos na luta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113813108806908955?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113813108806908955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113813108806908955' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113813108806908955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113813108806908955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/habermas-e-bourdieu-interseces-e.html' title='Habermas e Bourdieu: intersecções e desvios'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113812844059689663</id><published>2006-01-24T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:47:20.596Z</updated><title type='text'>La Lune est morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/EclipseLua.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/EclipseLua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,&lt;br /&gt;La Lune est morte, la Lune est morte.&lt;br /&gt;Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,&lt;br /&gt;La Lune est morte ce soir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un homme marche sur le sol&lt;br /&gt;De ce vieux miroir de vos rêves&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est votre cœur que l'on crève.&lt;br /&gt;La corde qu'on vous passe au col !&lt;br /&gt;Il va falloir aller plus loin,&lt;br /&gt;Par delà des millions d'étoiles&lt;br /&gt;À la recherche de l'étoile&lt;br /&gt;Qui vous fera rêver demain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,&lt;br /&gt;La Lune est morte, la Lune est morte.&lt;br /&gt;Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,&lt;br /&gt;La Lune est morte ce soir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme une fleur de tournesol&lt;br /&gt;On a mis la Lune en bouteille&lt;br /&gt;Et les enfants de la corbeille&lt;br /&gt;Ont applaudi comme à guignol.&lt;br /&gt;Un homme marche sur le sol&lt;br /&gt;De ce vieux miroir aux merveilles,&lt;br /&gt;Dans mon jardin depuis la veille,&lt;br /&gt;Ne chante plus le rossignol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,&lt;br /&gt;La Lune est morte, la Lune est morte.&lt;br /&gt;Pleurez Pierrots, poètes et chats noirs,&lt;br /&gt;La Lune est morte ce soir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Les Frères Jacques 1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113812844059689663?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113812844059689663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113812844059689663' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812844059689663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113812844059689663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-lune-est-morte.html' title='La Lune est morte'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113804541097102197</id><published>2006-01-23T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:43:31.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Alma - à procura das origens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/planet??rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/planet%3F%3Frio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os meus parabéns ao Planetário e à fantástica equipa que tem demonstrado as suas grandes qualidades. Recomendo vivamente!&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/16765531-113804541097102197?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113804541097102197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113804541097102197' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113804541097102197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113804541097102197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/alma-procura-das-origens.html' title='Alma - à procura das origens'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113769958026421981</id><published>2006-01-19T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:39:40.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Efeitos da crise económica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Cartoon015.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/Cartoon015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113769958026421981?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113769958026421981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113769958026421981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113769958026421981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113769958026421981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/efeitos-da-crise-econmica.html' title='Efeitos da crise económica'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113760864312459574</id><published>2006-01-18T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:24:03.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugueses são os mais desmoralizados e pessimistas entre 12 países</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/p007005001h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/p007005001h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Os portugueses são os cidadãos com o moral «mais em baixo» de 12 países europeus, revelando-se também os mais inquietos quanto ao futuro, apesar de terem poucas intenções em poupar, revela um estudo europeu.&lt;br /&gt;Os dados foram revelados no barómetro europeu 2005/2006 do Observador Cetelem, uma entidade privada, com base em entrevistas a oito mil europeus de 12 países - Alemanha, Bélgica, Espanha, França, Itália, Grã-Bretanha, Portugal, Polónia, Hungria, República Checa, Eslovénia e Rússia.&lt;br /&gt;O moral dos portugueses - avaliado em 3,03 numa escala de 10 - distancia-se da média europeia, que se manteve nos 4,68 em 2005 - com a Bélgica a mostrar-se a mais optimista (com 5,89), seguida de Espanha (com 5,64).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Diário Digital 18/01/2006&lt;/em&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/16765531-113760864312459574?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113760864312459574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113760864312459574' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113760864312459574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113760864312459574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/portugueses-so-os-mais-desmoralizados.html' title='Portugueses são os mais desmoralizados e pessimistas entre 12 países'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113749687477296816</id><published>2006-01-17T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:21:14.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Efeitos do aquecimento global!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/pic000411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/pic000411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113749687477296816?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113749687477296816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113749687477296816' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113749687477296816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113749687477296816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/efeitos-do-aquecimento-global.html' title='Efeitos do aquecimento global!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113741519402344316</id><published>2006-01-16T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:39:54.056Z</updated><title type='text'>MAS A MARIA MERECE. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Tachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Tachos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo Com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Correio da Manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Maria Monteiro, filha do antigo ministro António Monteiro e que actualmente ocupa o cargo de adjunta do porta-voz do Ministério dos Negócios Estrangeiros vai para a embaixada portuguesa em Londres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que a mudança fosse possível, José Sócrates e o ministro das Finanças descongelaram a título excepcional uma contratação de pessoal especializado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contactado pelo jornal, o porta-voz Carneiro Jacinto explicou que a contratação de Maria Monteiro já tinha sido decidida antes do anúncio da redução para metade dos conselheiros e adidos das embaixadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As medidas de contenção avançadas pelo actual governo, nomeadamente ocongelamento das progressões na função pública, começam a dar frutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sacrifícios pedidos aos portugueses permitem assegurar a carreira destajovem de 28 anos que, apesar da idade, já conseguiu, por mérito próprio e com uma carreira construída a pulso, atingir um nível de rendimento mensal superior a 9000 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É desta forma que se cala a boca a muita gente que não acredita naspotencialidades do nosso país, os zangados da vida que só sabem criticar ajuventude, ponham os olhos nesta miúda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A título de curiosidade, o salário mensal da nossa nova adida de imprensa daembaixada de Londres daria para pagar as progressões de 193 técnicos superiores de 2ª classe, de 290 Técnicos de 2ª classe ou de 290 Assistentes Administrativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo salário daria para pagar os salários de, respectivamente, 7, 10 e 14 jovens como a Maria, das categorias acima mencionadas, que poderiam muito bem despedir-se, por força de imperativos orçamentais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes jovens sem berço, que ao contrário da Maria tiveram que submeter-se a concurso, também ao contrário da Maria já estão habituados a ganhar pouco e devem habituar-se a ser competitivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa Maria merece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também a título de exemplo, seriam necessários os descontos de IRS de 92 portugueses com um salário de 500 Euros a descontar à taxa de 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente, a nossa Maria merece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ainda dizem algumas mulheres que não querem nada com os tachos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/16765531-113741519402344316?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113741519402344316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113741519402344316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113741519402344316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113741519402344316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/mas-maria-merece.html' title='MAS A MARIA MERECE. . .'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113716441645689091</id><published>2006-01-13T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:00:25.850Z</updated><title type='text'>História da Sexualidade I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/140565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/140565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;“ Trata-se, em suma, de interrogar o caso de uma sociedade que há mais de um século se fustiga ruidosamente pela sua hipocrisia, fala prolixamente do seu próprio silêncio, se obstina em pormenorizar o que não diz, denuncia os poderes que exerce e promete libertar-se das leis que a fizeram, funcionar. Gostaria de inventariar não apenas esses discursos mas mas a vontade que os impele e a intenção estratégica que os sutenta. A questão que gostaria de pôr não é a de saber porque é que somos reprimidos, mas porque é que dizemos, com tanta paixão, com tanto rancor contra o nosso passado mais próximo, contra o nosso presente e contra nós próprios, que somos reprimidos. Por que espiral chegámos ao ponto de afirmar que o sexo é negado, de mostrar ostensivamente que o escondemos, de dizer que o calamos …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;História da Sexualidade – I: A Vontade de Saber, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relógio D’Água Editores, Lisboa, 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Michel Foucault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113716441645689091?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113716441645689091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113716441645689091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113716441645689091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113716441645689091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/histria-da-sexualidade-i.html' title='História da Sexualidade I'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113387815245929697</id><published>2006-01-13T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:10:39.216Z</updated><title type='text'>A justiça é cega?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/24_gif.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/24_gif.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se é não parece! Pelo menos a avaliar pelas nomeações de funcionários... parece que aí a visão e outros sentidos foram muito importantes na avaliação do desempenho das candidatas...&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/16765531-113387815245929697?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113387815245929697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113387815245929697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387815245929697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387815245929697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/justia-cega.html' title='A justiça é cega?!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113700588625051362</id><published>2006-01-11T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:59:07.330Z</updated><title type='text'>AO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Carmo%20Polvora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Carmo%20Polvora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/pomba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A ilha me perdeu, sou de nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade-amor de mim, pedra que móis&lt;br /&gt;Meu trigo que ceifei por outros sóis&lt;br /&gt;Onde o suor não se evapora em bruma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou valquíria que escolhe os seus heróis.&lt;br /&gt;Minha paixão sou eu. Não me consuma&lt;br /&gt;Outra paixão, amor. Bebo uma a uma&lt;br /&gt;As gotas do veneno com que dóis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as ilhas fossem gente, eu era o Pico,&lt;br /&gt;De coração só feito de mistérios&lt;br /&gt;E os longes das paisagens onde fico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das arribas do ser, a vida tomba&lt;br /&gt;E os amores do Amor a morte fere-os.&lt;br /&gt;Não libertem por mim nenhuma pomba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Homenagem a Natália Correia de Daniel de Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113700588625051362?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113700588625051362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113700588625051362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113700588625051362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113700588625051362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/ao-amor.html' title='AO AMOR'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113691868608214133</id><published>2006-01-11T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:44:46.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;“ No começo do século XX, o poder industrial estendeu-se por todo o globo terrestre. A colonização da África, a dominação da Ásia chegam a seu apogeu. Eis que começa nas feiras de amostras e máquinas de níqueis a segunda industrialização: a que se processa nas imagens e nos sonhos. A segunda colonização, não mais na horizontal, penetra na grande reserva que é a alma humana. A alma é a nova África …”&lt;br /&gt;“ A segunda industrialização, que passa a ser a industrialização do espírito, e a segunda colonização que passa a dizer respeito à alma progridem no decorrer do séc. XX. Através delas, opera-se esse progresso ininterrupto da técnica, não mais unicamente votado à organização exterior, mas penetrando no domínio interior do homem e aí derramando mercadorias culturais.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cultura de massas no século XX: O Espírito do Tempo - Neurose,&lt;/em&gt; Edgar Morin (1977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113691868608214133?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113691868608214133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113691868608214133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113691868608214133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113691868608214133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-comeo-do-sculo-xx-o-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113688838154616372</id><published>2006-01-10T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:19:41.556Z</updated><title type='text'>O estado do país</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/0261_humornanet_com_pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/0261_humornanet_com_pr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113688838154616372?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113688838154616372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113688838154616372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113688838154616372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113688838154616372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-estado-do-pas.html' title='O estado do país'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113449847152796476</id><published>2006-01-09T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:44:29.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Mobilidade social e escolaridade - questões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/estudante.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/estudante.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa altura em que o aumento da escolaridade se verificou em largas franjas da população e tendo surgido com alguma evidência que a sua influência na mobilidade social se reduziu significativamente face à desvalorização do capital escolar na sociedade contemporânea faz sentido perguntar qual é afinal o impacto da escolarização na mobilidade social dos sujeitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta questão torna-se ainda mais pertinente quando aplicada às franjas que mais esperança depositaram no processo de escolarização. Joana Lopes Martins procurou analisar o impacto da escola nos imigrantes (grupo social largamente heterogéneo) num estudo denominado &lt;a href="http://www.socinovamigration.org/portallizer/upload_ficheiros/Escolarização%20um%20projecto%20de%20mobilidade%20social,%20para%20quem.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Escolarização: um projecto de mobilidade social, para quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(2004). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vale a pena colocar estas questões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socinovamigration.org/portallizer/upload_ficheiros/Escolarização%20um%20projecto%20de%20mobilidade%20social,%20para%20quem.pdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113449847152796476?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113449847152796476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113449847152796476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113449847152796476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113449847152796476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/mobilidade-social-e-escolaridade.html' title='Mobilidade social e escolaridade - questões'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113657183766073835</id><published>2006-01-06T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:23:57.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/425847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/425847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Watching the days go by isn't half the fun it used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;When I could reach out from inside the folds of your skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Watching the sun rush by isn't as half as good now it's all silent ‘round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Over the memory - the folds of your skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;And I never wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;No, I don't even wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Over the memory - the folds of your skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Over sweet memory - and I can taste no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Came running from nowhere fast, came stumbling at me through the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Breaking right through my skin - and I can taste no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Came like lightning in my arms, came tearing through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Inside the memory - I can taste no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;And I never wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;No, I don't even wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Still running forwards and backwards I'm inside and outside your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;And over the memory - I can taste no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Over sweet memory - I can see no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Came like lightning through my heart - folds of your skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Watching the sun ... by - I can taste no other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tindersticks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113657183766073835?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113657183766073835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113657183766073835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113657183766073835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113657183766073835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-memory.html' title='Sweet Memory'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113655829411352978</id><published>2006-01-06T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:38:14.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Para rir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/0333_humornanet_com_pi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/0333_humornanet_com_pi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113655829411352978?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113655829411352978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113655829411352978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113655829411352978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113655829411352978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/para-rir.html' title='Para rir!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113455937492238592</id><published>2006-01-05T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:18:26.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Transformação da Intimidade (III) - O beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/William_Ropp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/William_Ropp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; William Ropp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma demonstração da influência da cultura na (trans)formação da intimidade partindo do beijo. Na realidade embora o acto físico seja semelhante na grande maioria das culturas o processo de atribuição de sentido é diferente mediante a estrutura social e história de um país. De resto, embora hoje se caminhe no sentido de uma homogeneização da cultura com o surgimento de empresas e meios de comunicação ao nível global, gerando as raízes para teses como a McDonaldization of Society de &lt;a class="ProdLink" href="http://www.pineforge.com/author.aspx?aid=500989" target="_self"&gt;George Ritzer&lt;/a&gt;, a realidade é que cada sociedade desenvolve as suas particularidades culturais. A análise grosseira e empírica das diferenças do uso do beijo nas diferentes culturas parece então fazer crer que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brasil: quando dois homens se beijam são imediatamente apontados como homossexuais. O contacto físico não deve ir além do abraço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rússia: por aqui é perfeitamente normal que dois homens se beijem na boca. Antigamente poupava-se nas medalhas quando havia necessidade de distinguir alguém. Um beijo do Czar era entendido como uma forma clara de reconhecimento oficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Argentina e Itália: é vulgar a saudação entre homens com troca de beijos no rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Japão: os amigos japoneses demonstram empatia e amizade mútua através de palavras ou gestos. Os beijos não são uma atitude comum ou considerada normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;França: Já que Paris é a capital romântica por excelência, em França os beijos são a quatriplicar: quatro beijos em cada bochecha, dados alternadamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;EUA: também os americanos não apreciam o gesto de cumprimentar um amigo com um beijo. Mas na relação entre pai e filho esta manifestação é indispensável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre casais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escócia: antigamente,após a celebração de uma cerimónia de casamento, em vez do tradicional beijo do noivo na noiva, era o padre quem selava o compromisso e beijava a nubente nos lábios. Embora pareça anedota, acreditava-se, plenamente, que a felicidade do futuro casal, dependia dessa benção. Mas o ritual não ficava por aqui. Como forma de garantir a felicidade eterna do laço matrimonial, ainda durante a boda, a noiva tinha de beijar a boca de todos os convidados homens, que em forma de agradecimento lhe davam dinheiro. Os noivos da época tinham o espírito muito aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Itália: no século XV, se um homem beijasse uma mulher em público não havia recuo: tinha que casar com ela. Japão: já os japoneses não se atrevem a beijar em público, pois o gesto é considerado obsceno. Uma das explicações pode residir no facto de que a tradução do termo "beijo" em japonês significa "chupar a língua". Até os casais com a sua relação mais que assumida têm que ser discretos.&lt;br /&gt;África: algumas tribos africanas considerem natural tomar banho juntas nuas. O que já não é normal é que o beijo seja dado em público, pois é considerado promíscuo e indecente.&lt;br /&gt;Polinésia: os polínésios substituem o beijo na boca pela troca de carinhos através dos narizes.&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/16765531-113455937492238592?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113455937492238592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113455937492238592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113455937492238592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113455937492238592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/transformao-da-intimidade-iii-o-beijo.html' title='Transformação da Intimidade (III) - O beijo'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113629727167853863</id><published>2006-01-04T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:36:35.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu disse isto?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/11[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113629727167853863?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113629727167853863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113629727167853863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113629727167853863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113629727167853863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/eu-disse-isto.html' title='Eu disse isto?!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113449686861066352</id><published>2006-01-03T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:02:34.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Voto Electrónico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/logo_peq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/logo_peq.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com as eleições presidenciais a chegar e num país onde a taxa de abstenção tem subido para níveis históricos a inovação chega às mesas de votos. O projecto Voto Electrónico poderá não ser uma das formas de travar a abstenção mas não deixa de ser interessante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitem em &lt;a href="http://www.votoelectronico.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.votoelectronico.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113449686861066352?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113449686861066352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113449686861066352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113449686861066352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113449686861066352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2006/01/voto-electrnico.html' title='Voto Electrónico'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113595905014248896</id><published>2005-12-30T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:10:50.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Vem aí 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estamos em mais um dobrar do tempo e chegamos novamente ao fim de mais um ano por vontade própria ou apenas porque teve de ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;De 2005 levo muitas coisas boas e algumas más. Como em tudo a vida reserva-nos sucessos e insucessos que surgem muitas vezes em zig-zags não planeados que nos puxam a reboque das situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;O próximo ano promete ser memorável, recheado de acontecimentos significativos que marcarão decisivamente a minha vida. Espero pelo melhor com a certeza que também terei o meu quinhão das dificuldades da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Felicidade, Saúde e Sucesso é o que vos desejo para 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113595905014248896?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113595905014248896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113595905014248896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113595905014248896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113595905014248896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/vem-2006.html' title='Vem aí 2006!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113585270877445316</id><published>2005-12-29T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:39:57.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Vende-se virgindade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Yuri_B-where_adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/Yuri_B-where_adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Um nariz novo, um peito mais magnânimo ou uma"reconstrução vaginal" e até uma nova virgindade são os presentes que as mulheres norte-americanas mais pedem este Natal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"As mulheres recebem cada vez mais dos maridos, como presente, um envelope com um vale para pagar uma consulta ou uma operação de cirurgia estética há muito sonhada, revela o doutor Peter Fodor, cirurgião plástico em Los Angeles, nos Estados Unidos"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Destak com LUSA&lt;/em&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/16765531-113585270877445316?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113585270877445316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113585270877445316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113585270877445316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113585270877445316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/vende-se-virgindade.html' title='Vende-se virgindade!!!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113568191025426346</id><published>2005-12-27T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:11:50.376Z</updated><title type='text'>ELBISREVERRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/irreversivel-poster03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/irreversivel-poster03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recebi este Natal de um amigo o filme de Gaspar Noé &lt;a href="http://www.cinedie.com/irreversible.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IRREVERSÍVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Perturbador, violento, confuso e intrigante, o filme apresenta o irreversível pulsar da vida em torno do sexo e do amor, do ódio e da vingança... uma viagem de interesse sociológico&lt;/span&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/16765531-113568191025426346?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113568191025426346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113568191025426346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113568191025426346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113568191025426346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/elbisreverri.html' title='ELBISREVERRI'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113525061914781580</id><published>2005-12-22T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:25:53.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Postal-2005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/400/Postal-2005-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt; Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://efacec.pt/appacdm/Postais_Natal_2005.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;APPACDM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo a todos um Feliz Natal e um óptimo Ano Novo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/16765531-113525061914781580?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113525061914781580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113525061914781580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113525061914781580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113525061914781580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113524982272108336</id><published>2005-12-22T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:10:22.790Z</updated><title type='text'>A História do Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/saturnalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/saturnalia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Saturnalia - Antoine-François Callet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Natal tem-se gradualmente assumido como a segunda maior festa a nível mundial sendo ultrapassado apenas pela passagem de ano que mesmo com as descoincidências de calendário continua a ser celebrada à escala global. Associado à celebração da família e do nascimento de Cristo nas sociedades de tradição judaico-cristã afinal donde vem o Natal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Embora hoje celebremos o nascimento de Cristo nem sempre foi assim, na realidade, a origem do Natal antecede em perto de 2000 anos o nascimento de Jesus, remontando à Mesopotâmia e aos festivais de Fim de Ano. Segundo diversos antropólogos p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ara os mesopotâmios, o Ano Novo representava uma grande crise. Devido à chegada do inverno, eles acreditavam que os monstros do caos enfureciam-se e Marduk, o seu principal deus tinha, que derrotá-los para preservar a continuidade da vida na Terra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Zagmuk, um festival de Ano Novo que durava 12 dias, era então realizado para ajudar Marduk na sua batalha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Mesopotâmia inspirou a cultura de muitos povos, como os gregos que celebravam por esta mesma altura a luta de Zeus contra o titã Cronos. Mais tarde, através da Grécia, o costume chegou aos romanos, tendo inspirado o festival chamado Saturnalia (em homenagem a Saturno - ver representação em cima). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia 23 de Dezembro dava-se o solstício do inverno, a noite mais longa do ano no Hemisfério Norte. Para estes povos a data era parte de um ciclo de infertilidade que existia desde o Outono. Os dias tornavam-se cada vez mais frios e curtos, até o ponto máximo do solstício. A partir de então, sabia-se que o Sol ia voltar a subir, e o calor ressurgia em algum tempo. No dia 25 de Dezembro, quando já era notória a vitória do dia sobre a noite, eram realizadas grandes festas nas ruas em comemoração do regresso do Sol. Nessas festas, surgiram grande parte das tradições que mantemos até hoje no Natal. Na Europa, algumas tribos celebravam ao redor de um pinheiro, uma das árvores mais resistentes ao frio. Isso tinha dois significados: além da força, por conseguir suportar o rigoroso inverno, a sua forma, apontando para o céu, significava a união dos homens com o Sol. Para representar essa fertilidade que se iniciava, os participantes na festa trocavam presentes entre si, e enquanto dançavam e tocavam, comiam bolos e grãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Representação do nascimento de Cristo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Natal Cristão só surge em meados do século IV D.C. tendo o Papa Júlio I fixado a data no dia 25 de Dezembro, já que se desconhece a verdadeira data do Seu nascimento. Uma das explicações para a escolha do dia 25 de Dezembro como sendo o dia de Natal prende-se com a intenção de combater toda e qualquer celebração pagã do mês de Dezembro, nomeadamente a Saturnalia. Esses cultos que veneram outras divindades tornaram-se uma ameaça para o poder da Igreja Católica quando ela começou a expandir-se. Como não conseguia impedir as festas do dia pagãs a a Igreja deu um significado religioso à data e para que esta convenção fosse universalmente aceite, nada melhor do que absorver alguns dos rituais pagãos, como as velas e trocas de presentes, que passaram a simbolizar as ofertas feitas pelos três reis magos ao menino Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No ano de 1752, quando os cristãos abandonaram o calendário Juliano para adotar o Gregoriano, a data da celebração do Natal foi adiantada em alguns dias para compensar esta mudança no calendário. Algumas zonas optaram por festejar o acontecimento em 6 de Janeiro, contudo, gradualmente esta data foi sendo associada à chegada dos Reis Magos e não ao nascimento de Jesus Cristo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113524982272108336?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113524982272108336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113524982272108336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113524982272108336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113524982272108336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/histria-do-natal.html' title='A História do Natal'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113467315521497495</id><published>2005-12-21T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:40:50.446Z</updated><title type='text'>A loucura do futebol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/3p_michaelkountouris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/3p_michaelkountouris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113467315521497495?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113467315521497495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113467315521497495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113467315521497495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113467315521497495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/loucura-do-futebol.html' title='A loucura do futebol'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113507511099468167</id><published>2005-12-20T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:38:30.996Z</updated><title type='text'>A favor da igualdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/ricardo%20alves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/ricardo%20alves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Logo, não há na administração da cidade nenhuma ocupação, meu amigo, própria da mulher, enquanto mulher, nem do homem, enquanto homem, mas as qualidades naturais estão distribuídas de modo semelhante em ambos os seres, e a mulher participa de todas as qualidades, de acordo com a natureza, e o homem também (…)&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutamente. Então mandaremos fazer tudo aos homens e nada às mulheres?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Platão, A República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/16765531-113507511099468167?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113507511099468167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113507511099468167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113507511099468167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113507511099468167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/favor-da-igualdade.html' title='A favor da igualdade'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113507437124753896</id><published>2005-12-20T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:32:55.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma ideia a seguir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/indisponivel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/indisponivel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensino Superior: acordo de mobilidade entre escolas e cursos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quatro instituições do ensino superior assinam terça-feira um convénio pioneiro em Portugal para promover a mobilidade dos estudantes entre escolas e cursos, com o objectivo de melhorar a sua qualificação e facilitar a integração no mercado de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de um convénio inter-institucional entre a Universidade Nova de Lisboa, o Instituto Superior de Psicologia Aplicada e os Institutos Politécnicos de Setúbal e Santarém, envolvendo cerca de 25 mil alunos, que pretende criar na área de Lisboa e Vale do Tejo uma «região do conhecimento», de acordo com as instituições.&lt;br /&gt;O objectivo de criar este espaço é optimizar os recursos físicos e humanos e estabelecer estratégias que promovam a mobilidade e a organização de programas comuns.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, este acordo deverá promover a mobilidade dos estudantes, entre instituições e entre cursos.&lt;br /&gt;O convénio pretende igualmente promover a mobilidade dos docentes e investigadores, incidindo sobre a melhoria da qualificação dos professores e técnicos, com vista à obtenção de mestrados e doutoramentos, de modo a progressivamente atingir os indicadores europeus de formação, investigação e inovação.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda segundo a informação enviada pelas instituições, este acordo deverá «optimizar a oferta de cursos de ensino superior, obedecendo às orientações constantes da Lei de Bases do Sistema Educativo, bem como do espírito subjacente à Declaração de Bolonha».&lt;br /&gt;Contribuir para criar, desenvolver e dinamizar estruturas institucionais comuns, tendo em vista um espírito inovador e empresarial baseado essencialmente em ciência e gestão é outro dos objectivos do convénio inter-institucional.&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o presidente da Federação Académica da Universidade Nova de Lisboa, Pedro Vargas, «este convénio inter-institucional além de pioneiro, é bastante oportuno», uma vez que «facilita a integração dos alunos portugueses no mercado de trabalho nacional e internacional».&lt;br /&gt;Vânia Fernandes, aluna do Instituto Politécnico de Santarém, considera que este acordo poderá «tornar mais fácil a partilha de conhecimentos, a formação ao longo da vida e o emprego».&lt;br /&gt;Para Frederico Pereira, director do Instituto Superior de Psicologia Aplicada, este convénio traduz uma «essencial orientação inovadora no espaço do ensino superior português», pois articula recursos institucionais, torna possível a necessária mobilidade de alunos e professores e assegura uma «potencialização mútua» de orientações e perspectivas científicas e pedagógicas.&lt;br /&gt;O convénio será assinado terça-feira pelas 14:30 na sala do senado da Reitoria da Universidade Nova de Lisboa, em Campolide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;in Diário Digital / Lusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/16765531-113507437124753896?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113507437124753896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113507437124753896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113507437124753896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113507437124753896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/uma-ideia-seguir.html' title='Uma ideia a seguir'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113467284772096943</id><published>2005-12-19T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:54:26.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que não existem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Cartoon017.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Cartoon017.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113467284772096943?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113467284772096943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113467284772096943' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113467284772096943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113467284772096943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/coisas-que-no-existem.html' title='Coisas que não existem'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113467297477443452</id><published>2005-12-16T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:08:46.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Desventuras do Pai Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Cartoon006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Cartoon006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113467297477443452?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113467297477443452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113467297477443452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113467297477443452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113467297477443452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/desventuras-do-pai-natal.html' title='Desventuras do Pai Natal'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113464352760730280</id><published>2005-12-15T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:45:27.630Z</updated><title type='text'>A família reunida a discutir questões financeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/dinheiro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/dinheiro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;A cimeira de dois dias que começa esta quinta-feira em Bruxelas deve marcar o fracasso da presidência britânica da União Europeia (in Diário Digital 15/12/2005).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É caso para dizer "amigos amigos, negócios à parte!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113464352760730280?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113464352760730280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113464352760730280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113464352760730280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113464352760730280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/famlia-reunida-discutir-questes.html' title='A família reunida a discutir questões financeiras'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113353247300623755</id><published>2005-12-14T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:20:36.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Transformação da Intimidade (II) - O beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/beijo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/beijo%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A nossa vida está recheada de actos que lhe conferem significado e encerram em si simbolismos. O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;beijo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;é um desses&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;actos que marca o nosso quotidiano e está presente em inúmeras situações. Hoje embora esteja presente na maioria das saudações é associado sobretudo ao romantismo e ao erotismo dos pares apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas já pensaram em como é que o beijo surgiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teorias há várias, mas alguns especialistas avançam com explicações, que remontam à Pré-História. Segundo estes, o beijo evoluiu do acto de cheirar o rosto de alguém, para o suave toque entre os lábios, sinal silencioso utilizado para sentir a identidade do outro. Para os povos primitivos, o ar quente expelido pela boca era entendido como a incorporação da alma. Assim, o beijo entre duas pessoas representava a forma de fundir duas almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredita-se que o beijo tenha surgido 500 anos antes de Cristo, época em que os amantes começaram a ser retratados nas esculturas e nos murais dos templos de Khajuraho, na Índia. Charles Darwin (1809-1882), na sua teoria da evolução das espécies afirma, no entanto, que a origem é bem mais antiga, segundo ele, trata-se de uma sofisticação das mordidas que os macacos trocavam em seus ritos pré-sexuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na Idade Média, era visto como uma forma de selar acordos. Era dado com a boca fechada e devia ser feito com firmeza sendo que o toque leve demonstrava traição. Com o tempo, foi perdendo a força devido às pestes que dizimavam a população. Para Freud (1856-1938), o o beijo está associado às etapas do desenvolvimento psíquico. Freud começa pelo que chama de "fase oral" - o período, que dura até 1 ano de idade, em que a mãe dá de mamar ao bebê. Nesse período, todas as sensações de gratificação estão associadas à boca. A criança aprende que tocar com os lábios um objecto macio proporciona uma sensação agradável. No adulto o beijo procura reviver uma experiência agradável da primeira infância, o beijo utilizando a língua reproduz a amamentação ao mobilizar o paladar e o olfato e incluir movimentos de sucção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a continuar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113353247300623755?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113353247300623755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113353247300623755' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113353247300623755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113353247300623755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/transformao-da-intimidade-ii-o-beijo.html' title='Transformação da Intimidade (II) - O beijo'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113387982553368008</id><published>2005-12-13T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:41:30.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/374145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/374145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; Praia da Vitória - Ilha Terceira - Açores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;:: Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I’m doing it for music, I’m doing it for love, I’m doing it for everyone around me, and I try to be the only one with this melody in my head, but I think I hear this song somewhere. Because I’m doing it for music and I’m doing this for love, I guess I’m doing it for everyone around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades das férias e dos bons concertos...&lt;/em&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/16765531-113387982553368008?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113387982553368008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113387982553368008' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387982553368008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387982553368008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/praia-da-vitria-ilha-terceira-aores.html' title=''/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113441542530008580</id><published>2005-12-12T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:23:45.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Título do Diário Digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mourinho: «A vitória frente ao Manchester é um marco importante para o novo Benfica»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;in Diário Digital 12712/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que o jornalista viu a mesma entrevista que eu??&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/16765531-113441542530008580?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113441542530008580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113441542530008580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113441542530008580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113441542530008580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/ttulo-do-dirio-digital.html' title='Título do Diário Digital'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113395302137605790</id><published>2005-12-12T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:53:03.026Z</updated><title type='text'>O Universo de Anaximandro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/lava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/lava.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anaximandro considerava que a Terra tinha o formato de um cilindro e que era circundada por várias rodas cósmicas, imensas e cheias de fogo. O Sol era um furo, numa dessas rodas cósmicas, que deixava o fogo escapar. À medida que essa roda girava, o Sol também girava, explicando-se assim o movimento do Sol em torno da Terra. Eclipses se deviam ao bloqueio total ou parcial desse furo. A mesma explicação era dada para as fases da Lua, que também era um furo em outra roda cósmica. E finalmente, as estrelas eram pequenos furos em uma terceira roda cósmica, que se situava mais perto da Terra, do que as rodas do Sol e da Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Anaximandro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anaximandro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anaximandro de Mileto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (609/610 a.C. - c. 547 a.C.)&lt;/em&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/16765531-113395302137605790?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113395302137605790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113395302137605790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113395302137605790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113395302137605790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-universo-de-anaximandro.html' title='O Universo de Anaximandro'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113414580552339012</id><published>2005-12-09T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:30:05.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Faça as suas compras de Natal no Bazar da Universidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/69307511_1236b681c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/69307511_1236b681c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Universidade do Porto vai inaugurar na próxima sexta-feira, dia 9, o Bazar de Natal no edifício histórico da universidade, na Praça Gomes Teixeira, onde ficará instalado até ao dia 24 de Dezembro, todos os dias, das 12 às 19 horas. Entre os artigos que estarão disponíveis contam-se as mais recentes criações da universidade nos campos do design e da produção científica, incluindo as últimas publicações da Editora UP. A caneta U.Porto, desenhada pelo artista plástico Francisco Laranjo, existente nos modelos “Prestígio”, em corpo de prata maciça banhada a ouro de 24 quilates, e “Aluminium”, disponível nas vertentes de caneta e roller, em corpo de alumínio lacado a preto ou cinza, é um dos objectos de alta qualidade que poderão ser adquiridos no Bazar. Esta criação de Francisco Laranjo será acompanhada por um conjunto de artigos em prata, entre os quais salvas, porta-cartões, anéis e botões de punho. Além dos metais preciosos, os visitantes poderão ainda encontrar no Bazar de Natal as mais importantes publicações da Universidade e todas as publicações da Editora UP, com um desconto de 10%. Só durante este ano, a editora da universidade lançou seis novos livros, entre os quais se contam a edição fac-símile da tese de licenciatura de Joaquim Guilherme Gomes Coelho (Júlio Diniz), intitulada “Da importância dos Estudos Meteorológicos para a Medicina” e o livro “Oxigénio – Uma peça em dois actos e vinte cenas”, da autoria de Carl Djerassi (o “pai” da pílula contraceptiva) e Roald Hoffman (Prémio Nobel da Química em 1981), uma peça traduzida por Manuel João Monte que será levada à cena pela Seiva Trupe no próximo mês de Janeiro. Paralelamente a estes artigos, o Bazar de Natal da U.Porto disponibilizará ainda outros produtos, designadamente Vinho do Porto.&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/16765531-113414580552339012?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113414580552339012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113414580552339012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113414580552339012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113414580552339012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/faa-as-suas-compras-de-natal-no-bazar.html' title='Faça as suas compras de Natal no Bazar da Universidade!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113387805609717272</id><published>2005-12-09T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:38:43.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Abriu a época da caça... ao voto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/15_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/15_gif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113387805609717272?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113387805609717272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113387805609717272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387805609717272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387805609717272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/abriu-poca-da-caa-ao-voto.html' title='Abriu a época da caça... ao voto!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113396264298683181</id><published>2005-12-07T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:37:23.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Vida Inacabada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/340898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/340898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morgan Freeman (Mitch Bradley) e Robert Redford (Einar Gilkyson)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Longe de ser brilhante o filme de Lasse Hallström consegue mesmo assim surpreender pelo recurso ao realismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e pela forma despretensiosa como aborda as diferentes temáticas. Pode parecer incrível mas para um filme americano que aborda a violência doméstica, os dramas familiares, a sexualidade e a defesa da natureza, à saída do cinema ficamos com a nítida sensação que não os impingiram nenhuma mensagem! Será possível?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Retratando com alguma capacidade o contexto social dos estados rurais o filme peca por não conseguir ser políticamente incorrecto e parecer absolver tudo e todos dos seus pecados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No elenco Robert Redford, Jennifer Lopez, Morgan Freeman, Josh Lucas, Damian Lewis, Camryn Manheim e Becca Gardner. Só gente conhecida que se não esteve mal também não esteve brilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113396264298683181?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113396264298683181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113396264298683181' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113396264298683181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113396264298683181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/uma-vida-inacabada.html' title='Uma Vida Inacabada'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113395270611394706</id><published>2005-12-07T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:51:49.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideias originais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/anaximandro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/anaximandro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Todos os seres derivam de outros seres mais antigos por transformações sucessivas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anaximandro de Mileto (609/610 a.C. - c. 547 a.C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filósofo pré-socrático.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113395270611394706?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113395270611394706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113395270611394706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113395270611394706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113395270611394706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/ideias-originais_07.html' title='Ideias originais!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113387772781703211</id><published>2005-12-06T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:02:08.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Por vezes a perseverança não compensa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/cart5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/cart5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113387772781703211?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113387772781703211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113387772781703211' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387772781703211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113387772781703211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/por-vezes-perseverana-no-compensa.html' title='Por vezes a perseverança não compensa...'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113379236795961385</id><published>2005-12-05T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:19:27.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Eixo Atlântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/img_superior2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/img_superior2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Criado com boas intenções o Eixo Atlântico tem desenvolvido o trabalho possível de forma sustentada. Juntando 18 cidades do norte de Portugal e Galiza tem cumprido os seus objectivos: promover a articulação das políticas ao nível regional, promover o desenvolvimento económico e social, salvaguardar as características regionais e a nossa cultura e fazer delas mais valias um mundo cada vez mais globalizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113379236795961385?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113379236795961385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113379236795961385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113379236795961385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113379236795961385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/eixo-atlntico.html' title='Eixo Atlântico'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113379132886116735</id><published>2005-12-05T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:02:10.176Z</updated><title type='text'>A Menina do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Copyright-Debi%20Bishop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Copyright-Debi%20Bishop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Debi Bishop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, de manhã, tornaram a encontrar-se todos no sítio do costume.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom-dia - disse a Menina. - O que é que me trouxeste hoje?&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz pegou na Menina do Mar, sentou-a muna rocha e ajoelhou-se a seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;- Trouxe-te isto - disse. - É uma caixa de fósforos.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é muito bonito - disse a Menina.&lt;br /&gt;- Não; mas tem lá dentro uma coisa maravilhosa, linda e alegre que se chama fogo. Vais ver.&lt;br /&gt;E o rapaz abriu a caixa e acendeu um fósforo. A Menina deu palmas de alegria e pediu para tocar no fogo.&lt;br /&gt;- Isso - disse o rapaz - é impossível. O fogo é alegre mas queima.&lt;br /&gt;- É um sol pequenino - disse a Menina do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim - disse o rapaz - mas não se lhe pode tocar.&lt;br /&gt;E o rapaz soprou o fósforo e o fogo apagou-se.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu és bruxo - disse a Menina - sopras e as coisas desaparecem.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sou bruxo. O fogo é assim. Enquanto é pequeno qualquer sopro o apaga. Mas depois de crescido pode devorar florestas e cidades.&lt;br /&gt;- Então o fogo é pior que a Raia? - Perguntou a Menina.&lt;br /&gt;- É conforme. Enquanto o fogo é pequeno e tem juízo é o maior amigo do homem: aquece-o no Inverno, cozinha-lhe a comida, alumia-o durante a noite. Mas quando o fogo cresce de mais, zanga-se, enlouquece e fica mais ávido, mais cruel e mais perigoso que todos os animais ferozes.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophia de Melo Breyner, pág. 18/19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113379132886116735?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113379132886116735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113379132886116735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113379132886116735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113379132886116735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/menina-do-mar.html' title='A Menina do Mar'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113353194120897912</id><published>2005-12-02T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:59:01.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Luta contra a SIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/sida211105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/sida211105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O dia 1 de Dezembro marcou mais um dia mundial da luta contra a SIDA. No balanço deste ano a doença continua a ganhar pela expansão geográfica e agravamento do número de doentes! As zonas mais afectadas continuam como sempre a ser as mais pobres do planeta onde a educação e as acções de prevenção são mais débeis. No entanto, em Portugal, na  Europa e no Mundo a SIDA atinge cada vez mais gente reforçando a ideia de que já deixou de ser há muito uma doença de grupos de risco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113353194120897912?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113353194120897912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113353194120897912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113353194120897912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113353194120897912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-mundial-da-luta-contra-sida.html' title='Dia Mundial da Luta contra a SIDA'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113352183779610499</id><published>2005-12-02T11:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:17:40.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Desígnio Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Galp-Leca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Galp-Leca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; Leça da Palmeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Portugal irá aumentar as emissões de gases com efeitos de estufa em 42,2% no ano 2012, o que o torna no estado-membro da União Europeia mais poluente neste domínio, revela hoje um relatório da Comissão Europeia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diário Digital - 2/12/2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Perdoem-me mas parece mesmo uma espécie de desígnio nacional "Temos de ser o primeiros em tudo o que é mau e os últimos em tudo o que é bom!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;É preciso ter pachorra...&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/16765531-113352183779610499?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113352183779610499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113352183779610499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113352183779610499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113352183779610499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/12/desgnio-nacional.html' title='Desígnio Nacional'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113338150702535470</id><published>2005-11-30T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:11:47.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa morreu há 70 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Chove. Que fiz eu da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Fiz o que ela fez de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;De pensada, mal vivida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Triste de quem é assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Numa angústia sem remédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tenho febre na alma, e, ao ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tenho saudade, entre o tédio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Só do que nunca quis ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu pudera ter sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Que é dele? Entre ódios pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;De mim, 'stou de mim partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se ao menos chovesse menos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa, 23-10-1931&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/16765531-113338150702535470?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113338150702535470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113338150702535470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113338150702535470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113338150702535470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/pessoa-morreu-h-70-anos.html' title='Pessoa morreu há 70 anos!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113327408244954742</id><published>2005-11-29T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:27:31.276Z</updated><title type='text'>A transformação da intimidade (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois do tabu do sexo e da intimidade, da cristalização do esteriótipo do amor romântico, da evolução para formas de relacionamento que parecem continuamente reinventar-se reavivou-se a dúvida: que novos caminhos para o amor, o sexo e a intimidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na realidade a questão surgiu na sequência de um post colocado no &lt;a href="http://ooutroladodalua.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Outro Lado da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; onde se discutia a decisão da Igreja Católica Romana de ordenar ou não padres homossexuais, a meio da discussão apercebi-me que já não discutiamos o processo de rotulação e discriminação dos homossexuais mas, que de um momento para o outro, se tratava de afirmar a individualidade e liberdade sexual. Pensei "como se ainda prescisasse de ser afirmada!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reflexo da cultura individual que bebe da liberdade de consumo oferecida pelo Estado-Nação, impulsionada pelo sistema de mercado capitalista e alimentada pela indústria do sexo (uma das mais lucrativas do mundo) a diversidade de papéis e orientações associados à sexualidade na cultura moderna têm-se multiplicado. É a transformação da intimidade na qual segundo Giddens as mulheres exercem um papel importante assegurando a possibilidade de uma democratização radical da esfera pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na sociedade portuguesa, por exemplo, a alteração dos esteriótipos correntes revela ela própria uma mutação forte nos ícones e imagens eróticas bem como uma recusa das imagens anteriores e a defesa declarada de posições como forma de liberdade individual! Da mulher tradicionalmente submissa para a esposa sofisticada! Da mãe para outras figuras menos admissíveis ainda que extremamente interessantes! Do ponto de vista sociológico, não deixa de ser curioso como democracia e sexo se interligam quando há partida não demonstram relação aparente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De qualquer modo, recomenda-se a leitura do livro de Giddens pela forma como despe e interroga o que nos parece subjectivo e íntimo, não redutível à lógica científica. &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/16765531-113327408244954742?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113327408244954742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113327408244954742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113327408244954742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113327408244954742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/transformao-da-intimidade-i.html' title='A transformação da intimidade (I)'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113326107061870932</id><published>2005-11-29T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:44:30.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/5050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/5050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;regresso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;liderança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;merece os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113326107061870932?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113326107061870932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113326107061870932' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113326107061870932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113326107061870932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/parabns.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113318740425732462</id><published>2005-11-28T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:16:44.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog em Português eleito melhor blog do Mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/ceulimpo_s80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/ceulimpo_s80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quase não acreditava quando nas minhas deambulações pela blogosfera me deparo no &lt;a href="http://floresabelhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Flores e Abelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; com este post "Más respeto, que soy tu madre" e de repente leio "Pela parte do público, a distinção de melhor blog do mundo foi atribuída a &lt;a href="http://indios.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tupiniquim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, blog português sobre povos indígenas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fica sempre bem valorizar o que é nosso ainda mais quando as causas têm valor!&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/16765531-113318740425732462?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113318740425732462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113318740425732462' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113318740425732462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113318740425732462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-em-portugus-eleito-melhor-blog-do.html' title='Blog em Português eleito melhor blog do Mundo!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113318692473461217</id><published>2005-11-28T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:08:46.790Z</updated><title type='text'>JornalismoPortoNet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/headerlogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/headerlogo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com já três anos de andamento o &lt;a href="http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/up/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JornalismoPortoNet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é um caso de sucesso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trata-se do jornal digital da Licenciatura em Jornalismo e Ciências da Comunicação da Universidade do Porto que surge no âmbito das disciplinas de Ateliers e Seminário de Jornalismo e tem por objectivo aprofundar as competências teórico-práticas desenvolvidas ao longo do curso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na prática é um jornal independente, plural e equilibrado que tem conseguido ligar os estudantes da U.Porto à instituição, à Cidade e ao Mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parabéns a todos que nele participam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113318692473461217?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113318692473461217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113318692473461217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113318692473461217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113318692473461217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/jornalismoportonet.html' title='JornalismoPortoNet'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113291721588709676</id><published>2005-11-25T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:13:35.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;Não empata amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode viver sem amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, amigos – negócios à parte.&lt;br /&gt;Cem amigos é pouco, um inimigo é muito.&lt;br /&gt;Com os amigos não se cortam as unhas rentes.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi bom amigo quem por pouco quebra a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos e os caminhos, se não se frequentam ganham espinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ao amigo que não é certo, com um olho fechado e outro aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amigo pede não há amanhã.  É rico quem tem amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos amigos em geral e um em especial.  Bons amigos bons&lt;br /&gt;conselhos.  Antes perder um bom dito que um amigo.  Para amigos&lt;br /&gt;mãos rotas.  Vê-se na adversidade o que vale a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo de bom tempo muda-se com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que se esquecem desaparecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Amigo de um,&lt;br /&gt;inimigo de nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me avisa&lt;br /&gt;meu amigo é.&lt;br /&gt;O bom amigo é&lt;br /&gt;o parente mais&lt;br /&gt;próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Do amigo não&lt;br /&gt;esperes aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que tu puderes.&lt;br /&gt;A casa do teu amigo não&lt;br /&gt;irás sem ser requerido.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos são para as ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A amizade é como uma árvore sob a qual nos podemos abrigar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Samuel Coleridge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113291721588709676?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113291721588709676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113291721588709676' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113291721588709676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113291721588709676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/amigo.html' title='Amigo'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113284315896471867</id><published>2005-11-24T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:39:18.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Queeeem quuueeeeeer taaaaachos??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/cunhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/cunhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A mensagem foi-me enviada por uma amiga minha que é advogada e eu não resisti!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113284315896471867?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113284315896471867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113284315896471867' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113284315896471867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113284315896471867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/queeeem-quuueeeeeer-taaaaachos.html' title='Queeeem quuueeeeeer taaaaachos??'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113283801071247111</id><published>2005-11-24T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:13:30.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Arouca - Na senda do Paivó!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roteiro de fim-de-semana para os cúmplices do costume! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Distrito-Aveiro_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para chegar ao destino basta sair de carro do Porto em direcção a Arouca, como imaginam grande parte do caminho é mesmo feito em estrada nacional e as pressas são totalmente desaconselhadas! A escolha da estrada é vossa, levem o mapa por precaução e curtam a estrada e a paisagem! Quando chegarem a Arouca numa das rotundas principais vão encontrar as indicações para Regoufe &gt; Covêlo de Paivó. De Arouca ao destino a viagem é pequena mas tenham cuidado até há bem pouco tempo a aldeia de Regoufe não era transitável e as ruas são normalmente estreitas e com piso acidentado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/pr13.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As grandes lajes que acamam o caminho e que seguem em direcção a Covêlo de Paivó, o lugar de destino, estão profundamente marcadas pelo desgaste das incontáveis passagens dos carros de bois, a lembrar histórias já esquecidas. Ao fim de cerca de dois quilómetros a ribeira de Regoufe junta-se ao rio Paivó, que vai acompanhá-los até Covêlo de Paivó. Estas linhas de água marcam fortemente toda a paisagem ao longo do percurso, sulcando um vale de grande beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao chegar a Covêlo de Paivó não vão precisar de procurar muito pela casa basta perguntar a alguém na aldeia (se houver gente na rua), estaremos à vossa espera &lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113283801071247111?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113283801071247111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113283801071247111' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113283801071247111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113283801071247111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/arouca-na-senda-do-paiv.html' title='Arouca - Na senda do Paivó!'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113223570663435431</id><published>2005-11-21T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:04:56.513Z</updated><title type='text'>"Bed Of Roses"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Bon-Jovi-Bed-Of-Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Bon-Jovi-Bed-Of-Roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sitting here wasted and wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;at this old piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Trying hard to capture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;the moment this morning I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause a bottle of vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;is still lodged in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And some blond gave me nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I think that she's still in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;As I dream about movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;they won't make of me when I'm dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;With an ironclad fist I wake up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;French kiss the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;While some marching band keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;its own beat in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;While we're talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;About all of the things that I long to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;About love and the truth and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And the truth is baby you're all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want to lay you down in a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well I'm so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;That each step that I take is on my way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Just to see through this payphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Still I run out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Or it's hard to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'll just close my eyes and whisper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;baby blind love is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want to lay you down in a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The barkeeper's wig's crooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And she's giving me the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I might have said yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;But I laughed so hard I think I died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Now as you close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Know I'll be thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;While my mistress she calls me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;To stand in her spotlight again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Tonite I won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;But you know that don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;For it's you that I'd die to defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want to lay you down in a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bon Jovi,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Keep the Faith,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1992&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16765531-113223570663435431?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113223570663435431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113223570663435431' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113223570663435431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113223570663435431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/bed-of-roses.html' title='&quot;Bed Of Roses&quot;'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113257367152609070</id><published>2005-11-21T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:58:49.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Fitas e Sociologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/Web%20of%20life.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/Web%20of%20life.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Web of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este ano a edição do ciclo de cinema «Fitas e Sociologia», que se iniciou na última segunda-feira, no Anfiteatro Nobre da Faculdade de Letras da Universidade do Porto (FLUP), apresenta seis filmes. O filme que marcou a abertura deste ciclo foi «O Homem Elefante», de David Lynch, seguindo-se «Dogville», de Lars von Trier (12 de Dezembro) e «Adeus Lenine», de Wolf Becker, a 7 de Março. «As Irmãs de Maria Madalena», de Peter Mullan (28 de Março), «Olhem para Mim», de Agnès Jaouf (09 de Maio) e «André Valente», de Catarina Ruivo, são as outras películas incluídas neste ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;O ciclo é uma iniciativa do Departamento de Sociologia da FLUP, com o propósito de «chamar a atenção para algumas temáticas e problemas sociais que têm sido objecto de reflexão pela Sociologia, promovendo assim a sua discussão sociológica».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A entrada para as sessões incluídas neste ciclo é livre portanto toca a ver cinema.&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/16765531-113257367152609070?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113257367152609070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113257367152609070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113257367152609070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113257367152609070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/fitas-e-sociologia.html' title='Fitas e Sociologia'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113231775179385557</id><published>2005-11-18T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:42:31.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Semana da Ciência e Tecnologia 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/08UnivJuniorIBMC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/08UnivJuniorIBMC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De 21 a 25 de Novembro na Faculdade de Ciências&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Departamento de Física e o Museu de História Natural da Faculdade de Ciências da U.Porto estão a organizar uma série de actividades no âmbito da Semana da Ciência e Tecnologia 2005. Desde visitas guiadas até oficinas para crianças, estas actividades estão abertas ao público em geral. Para obterem m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ais informações liguem através do telefone 22 340 14 00, ou enviem um e-mail para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mhn@fc.up.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;mhn@fc.up.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Podem ainda consultar o programa na página web da &lt;a href="http://sigarra.up.pt/up/noticias_geral.ver_noticia?P_NR=2229"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U.Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16765531-113231775179385557?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113231775179385557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113231775179385557' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113231775179385557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113231775179385557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/semana-da-cincia-e-tecnologia-2005.html' title='Semana da Ciência e Tecnologia 2005'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16765531.post-113225052165449398</id><published>2005-11-17T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:13:16.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Pepetela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/1600/pepetela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2824/1586/320/pepetela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Artur Carlos Maurício Pestana dos Santos ou Pepetela nasce em Benguela, Angola, em 29 de Outubro de 1941 em 1958 parte para Lisboa, onde ingressa no Instituto Superior Técnico (Engenharia) que frequenta até 1960 e em 1961 transfere-se para o curso de Letras. Neste mesmo ano acontece, em Luanda, a revolta que origina a Guerra Colonial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 1963 Pepetela torna-se militante do MPLA - Movimento Popular para a Libertação de Angola. É mais tarde já exilado na França e na Argélia, que se licencia em Sociologia. E em 1975 aquando da Independência de Angola é nomeado Vice-Ministro da Educação no governo de Agostinho Neto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como recompensa pelo seu valor em 1997 ganha o Prémio Camões pelo conjunto da sua obra. Em 2002 Recebe a Ordem do Rio Branco no Brasil. Actualmente é professor de Sociologia da Faculdade de Arquitectura de Luanda, onde vive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conhecer a sua obra implica conhecer um pouco mais da história de Angola e sobretudo conhecer os angolanos: os seus dilemas, desesperos, alegrias e dores nos diferentes momentos de evolução social e histórica do país. Aqui ficam alguns dos que li e recomendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayombe&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance escrito entre 1970 e 1971 e publicado em 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yaka &lt;/strong&gt;- Romance escrito em 1983 e publicado em 1984 no Brasil e em 1985 em Portugal e em Angola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lueji, o Nascimento de um Império&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance escrito entre 1985 e 1988 e publicado em 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Gloriosa Família, o Tempo dos Flamingos&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance publicado em 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Desejo de Kianda&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance escrito em 1994 e publicado em 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Parábola do Cágado Velho&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance. Começou a ser escrito em 1990 e foi publicado em 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Montanha da Água Lilás, fábula para todas as idades&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance publicado em 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaime Bunda, o agente secreto&lt;/strong&gt; - Romance publicado em 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fica a homenagem ao escritor que melhor me conseguiu transportar para a realidade africana herdeira do colonialismo, da guerra pela liberdade, uma nação muitas vezes perdida num impasse que já era visível em Mayombe (1971) e só se resolve muito recentemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/16765531-113225052165449398?l=anaximandru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/feeds/113225052165449398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16765531&amp;postID=113225052165449398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113225052165449398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16765531/posts/default/113225052165449398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaximandru.blogspot.com/2005/11/pepetela.html' title='Pepetela'/><author><name>RA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134518294267617832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKwh97maYto/SuBPnBr2wCI/AAAAAAAAABY/U5KyAVpFkb0/S220/13605.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
