<?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-20411307</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:41:51.149+01:00</updated><category term='ávila'/><category term='noi albinoi'/><category term='rebarbamento institucional'/><category term='john lee hooker'/><category term='Post Delicado'/><category term='dk'/><category term='fm 2008'/><category term='parvoeira'/><category term='Lavar a 40º'/><category term='pedinte'/><category term='creative commons'/><category term='timor tide'/><category term='masculinidade'/><category term='mamas'/><category term='rejection letter'/><category term='manga cava'/><category term='jobim'/><category term='nina simone'/><category term='o verão deixa um gajo meio parvo'/><category term='web 2.0'/><category term='get together'/><category term='palhaçada'/><category term='brastemp'/><category term='aarhus'/><category term='geração'/><category term='seinfeld'/><category term='rainy day women'/><category term='cenas de pijama'/><category term='blues'/><category term='noite'/><category term='avenidas'/><category term='karen dalton'/><category term='direitos autorais'/><category term='ruas'/><category term='wrestling'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='Lawrence Lessig'/><category term='tales of mere existance'/><category term='bob dylan'/><category term='over the rainbow'/><category term='p2p'/><category term='pessoa'/><category term='it hurts me too'/><category term='rural'/><category term='tags imbecis'/><category term='belle and sebastian'/><category term='luís graça'/><category term='farc'/><category term='metro lisboa'/><category term='sgt pepper'/><category term='chord'/><category term='hard day´s night'/><category term='break up'/><category term='erasmus blues'/><category term='prada'/><category term='beatles'/><category term='copyright'/><category term='fcp'/><category term='islândia'/><category term='miséria'/><category term='partilha de ficheiros'/><category term='texas'/><category term='jerry'/><category term='projecção de afectos desiquilibrados para objectos inanimados com pneus'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='madjer'/><category term='george constanza'/><category term='tunning'/><category term='viena'/><category term='queimar a piada'/><category term='calcanhar'/><category term='dolls'/><category term='the switch'/><title type='text'>O Regresso</title><subtitle type='html'>o inevitável apelo das coisas do costume</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4812632989955748391</id><published>2011-07-28T00:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:46:49.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ode I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amem-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amem-se porra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homens, mulheres, animais, enlatados.&lt;br /&gt;mobiliário, automóveis. pisa-papeis. amem-se.&lt;br /&gt;mas principalmente homens e automóveis.&lt;br /&gt; e animais e enlatados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas amem-se.&lt;br /&gt;amem-se porra.&lt;br /&gt;amem-se.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4812632989955748391?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4812632989955748391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4812632989955748391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4812632989955748391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4812632989955748391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2011/07/ode-i-amem-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8766968568323357054</id><published>2009-11-15T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:40:14.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in Albion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.academic.ru/pictures/enwiki/68/Downinalbion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 800px;" src="http://en.academic.ru/pictures/enwiki/68/Downinalbion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFnlCjg1OsI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8766968568323357054?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8766968568323357054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8766968568323357054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8766968568323357054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8766968568323357054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2009/11/down-in-albion.html' title='Down in Albion'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6386121082976088802</id><published>2009-10-11T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:03:13.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiroshima e Nagasaki estudam candidatura conjunta a JO de 2020</title><content type='html'>é a chamada candidatura bombástica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6386121082976088802?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6386121082976088802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6386121082976088802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6386121082976088802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6386121082976088802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiroshima-e-nagasaki-estudam.html' title='Hiroshima e Nagasaki estudam candidatura conjunta a JO de 2020'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1398312889626613507</id><published>2009-10-03T16:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:36:41.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comecei a fazer exercício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uns calções. Comprei umas sapatilhas de correr, bastante aerodinâmicas e tecnológicas. Soneguei um livro da biblioteca que se intitula "Jogging, correr para manter a forma" dos anos 70 com pessoas sorrindo na capa enquanto correm numa floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na secção "desculpas para não correr" encontro na 6º posição a desculpa: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aborreço-me a correr".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A temática é desenvolvida com o trecho que transcrevo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(....) Pode conversar com outras pessoas enquanto corre (é muito mais estimulante que conversar enquanto se toma um copo). Pode resolver problemas, por exemplo, como é que vai arrumar o vinho na adega na estação seguinte, ou inventar uma receita de cozinha, ou ainda pensar como é que vai resolver os seus problemas com os seus velhos (ou com o seu velho)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim é isso. Está encontrada a solução. A maneira como vamos colocar as garrafas na adega, pensar em combinações de receitas culinárias estranhas, e acima de tudo, resolver os problemas com os nossos velhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bem hajas manualzinho da corrida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/20411307-1398312889626613507?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1398312889626613507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1398312889626613507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1398312889626613507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1398312889626613507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/comecei-fazer-exercicio.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-447899818293720470</id><published>2009-07-09T23:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:17:43.611+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sgt pepper'/><title type='text'>Sgt. Pepper 8 bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1iAZbfF2I4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1iAZbfF2I4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-447899818293720470?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/447899818293720470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=447899818293720470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/447899818293720470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/447899818293720470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2009/07/sgt-pepper-8-bit.html' title='Sgt. Pepper 8 bit'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-2991921001870646575</id><published>2009-07-03T00:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:14:07.672+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard day´s night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chord'/><title type='text'>Mathematician Cracks Mystery Beatles Chord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2008/10/081030201607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2008/10/081030201607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Math prof Jason Brown and his Ibanez guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ScienceDaily (Oct. 31, 2008) — It’s the most famous chord in rock 'n' roll, an instantly recognizable twang rolling through the open strings on George Harrison’s 12-string Rickenbacker. It evokes a Pavlovian response from music fans as they sing along to the refrain that follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a hard day’s night&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been working like a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening chord to A Hard Day’s Night is also famous because for 40 years, no one quite knew exactly what chord Harrison was playing. Musicians, scholars and amateur guitar players alike had all come up with their own theories, but it took a Dalhousie mathematician to figure out the exact formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I started playing guitar because I heard a Beatles record—that was it for my piano lessons,” says Jason Brown of Dalhousie’s Department of Mathematics and Statistics with a good laugh.  “I had tried to play the first chord of the song many takes over the years. It sounds outlandish that someone could create a mystery around a chord from a time where artists used such simple recording techniques. It’s quite remarkable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, inspired by reading news coverage about the song’s 40th anniversary, Dr. Brown decided to try and see if he could apply a mathematical calculation known as Fourier transform to solve the Beatles’ riddle. The process allowed him to decompose the sound into its original frequencies using computer software and parse out which notes were on the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked, up until a point: the frequencies he found didn’t match the known instrumentation on the song. “George played a 12-string Rickenbacker, Lennon had his six string, Paul had his bass…none of them quite fit what I found,” he explains. “Then the solution hit me: it wasn’t just those instruments. There was a piano in there as well, and that accounted for the problematic frequencies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Brown deduces that another George—George Martin, the Beatles producer—also played on the chord, adding a piano chord that included an F note impossible to play with the other notes on the guitar. The resulting chord was completely different than anything found in the literature about the song to date, which is one reason why Dr. Brown’s findings garnered international attention. He laughs that he may be the only mathematician ever to be published in Guitar Player magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Music and math are not really that far apart,” he says. “They’ve found that children that listen to music do better at math, because math and music both use the brain in similar ways. The best music is analytical and pattern-filled and mathematics has a lot of aesthetics to it. They complement each other well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fonte: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/10/081030201607.htm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQwwqajZXD8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQwwqajZXD8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2991921001870646575?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2991921001870646575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2991921001870646575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2991921001870646575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2991921001870646575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2009/07/mathematician-cracks-mystery-beatles.html' title='Mathematician Cracks Mystery Beatles Chord'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4806222995497323476</id><published>2009-06-28T11:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:30:16.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partilha de ficheiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative commons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Lessig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copyright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direitos autorais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p2p'/><title type='text'>As novas partilhas</title><content type='html'>uma apresentação de Lawrence Lessig, o criador das creative commons, sobre como os novos consumos e criações culturais evoluiram e como se devem relacionar para um futuro de convivência possível. As potencialidades da Web 2.0, as novas formas de cooperação e o modo como as grandes empresas online usam o melhor dos dois mundos: a utilização da plataforma para fins comerciais e a rede de utilizadores massiva para cooperação e melhoramento das suas próprias plataformas e produtos, numa lógica que com o tempo terá transformado o utilizador de criador activo para consumidor activo.&lt;br /&gt;Com expansão da partilha e as novas formas de criação (e re-criação) em choque com o rígido sistema legal, Lessig sugere-nos que é a lei este que se tem de adaptar aos novos comportamentos e consumos, e não o contrário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/lG326zWBolM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="1024" height="798" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4806222995497323476?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' 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src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4862394878061641304</id><published>2009-06-27T12:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:32:49.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas que se ouvem no escritório #2</title><content type='html'>Data: dia seguinte à morte do michael jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falhando espectacularmente a tentativa de humor negro, o gajo da informática calcorreia o escritório, cantarolando com guinchos em falsete "houu...like a virgin...houu".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4862394878061641304?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4862394878061641304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6367650719127522207</id><published>2009-06-27T12:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:15:40.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas que se ouvem no escritório #1</title><content type='html'>irrompendo o silêncio diz-me o colega da frente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...sabes que às vezes os cães ficam presos..." acompanhado de gestos a ilustrar a belíssima imagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tento dizer algo à altura. amparar aquela frase. ser solidário na desgraça. não é possível. tento uma expressão facial de alguma surpresa e curiosidade. falho redondamente: sai-me o esgar de comida estragada na boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ficam a imagem dos cães em cima daquela mesa durante um bom bocado, como que a flutuar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de seguida, a impressora toda mijada. imagens a cheirarem-me as calças. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não é possivel afastar tais canídeos verbais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segue-se novo longo silêncio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6367650719127522207?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6367650719127522207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6367650719127522207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6367650719127522207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6367650719127522207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/433647/img/LA---Googiesque/2261886085-2aa3d1f75e-o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do album http://anaheim.picturepush.com/album/13710/p-LA---Googiesque.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-5428302547657255365?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5428302547657255365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=5428302547657255365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5428302547657255365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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canção.&lt;br /&gt;nasceu na soberba e cresceu incompleta, desesperada, esperada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trago-a comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a última revolução veio sob a forma de canção&lt;br /&gt;num pedaço de arame farpado à volta do coração.&lt;br /&gt;dos confins desse beco escuro trago-a hoje&lt;br /&gt;amparada em fantoches de celofane que, ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;fazem a armada de quem vai recolhendo os corpos,&lt;br /&gt;os farrapos, os restos, das batalhas tremidas,&lt;br /&gt;dos empates, das derrotas e das vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a última revolução não se faz nem se fez.&lt;br /&gt;a última revolução cabe num bilhete de comboio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aperta-me os atacadores. e vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuKuw71YBbI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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infinitvamente pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no entanto...existe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a noite de gala dos finalistas do secundário!! &lt;br /&gt;(sim, existe, ouvido em 2ºaudição no 750)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2744802435700198190?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2744802435700198190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2744802435700198190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2744802435700198190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2744802435700198190'/><link rel='alternate' 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justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'll always have fantastic memories, and I'll never forget that day,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said Madjer, who played three seasons for Porto between 1985 and 1988. "Before the match, everyone was nervous. Bayern were big favourites to win. I remember our goalkeeper, [Józef] Młynarczyk saying to me: 'Rabah, I'm scared about tomorrow, it's going to be a hard game.' I said: 'What are you saying? We've beaten big teams before and now it's a final. It's 50-50. Tomorrow we'll win 2-1.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqgUymgcqeA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqgUymgcqeA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-386825622254467721?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/386825622254467721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>coisas de que me lembro</title><content type='html'>eu gosto muito de ver a bola com velhotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando dá o replay do golo eles festejam outra vez porque não se apercebem da camera lenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e normalmente dizem sempre a mesma expressão: "olha, outro!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são os mesmos velhotes que não dizem sport tv mas sim Tv Sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, e acho que estou de volta a isto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6529059259743124467?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6529059259743124467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7014907331448404614?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7014907331448404614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7014907331448404614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7014907331448404614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7014907331448404614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-abrao-deste-que-tanto-vos-quer.html' title='um abraço deste que tanto vos quer.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-3083065809168858267</id><published>2008-09-25T23:48:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:00:01.310+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geração'/><title type='text'>os Sem nome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ouço muitas vezes chamarem a esta geração, a geração sem causas (sem PGA´s nem 25 de abris), mas queria chamar a atenção para uma situação que me parece muito mais premente: esta geração vive uma geração sem nome. Passo a explicar: quem nasceu nos anos 60, teve os anos setenta e oitenta como apogeu. Apogeu cultural,  de memória imaginada. Quem como eu, da colheita dos oitenta, depois dos anos noventa, passa neste momento a vida por uma década à qual não sabe que nome chamar. Não tem nome, não surge o nome, e uma década sem nome,  é quase uma década de obscuridão. (dêm-lhe nome para que não se perca no inferno).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nos anos noventa é que era!", ouço por vezes mas não sei como hei de chamar a esta década. e não vejo solução nem o governo empenhado em estudar a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguem-se os anos dez. anos dez? não soa bem, não soa bem... faltam 12 anos para os anos 20. e aí já teremos nome na década.&lt;br /&gt;e quando nos quisermos referir aos anos 20 do séc. XX teremos de dizer "mas os anos 20 do séc. passado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tempo já passou mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqCxnN_dQhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqCxnN_dQhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-3083065809168858267?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3083065809168858267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=3083065809168858267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3083065809168858267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3083065809168858267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/09/os-sem-nome.html' title='os Sem nome'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8814287979702773826</id><published>2008-08-31T13:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:05:35.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91Eb3FiebTs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91Eb3FiebTs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre as inundações em louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ou sobre as nossas inundações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8814287979702773826?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8814287979702773826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8814287979702773826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8814287979702773826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8814287979702773826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sobre-as-inundaes-em-louisiana.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1437246097503678274</id><published>2008-08-22T01:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:31:21.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2142557796_bd6e3df96e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2142557796_bd6e3df96e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loja da Prada. Deserto do Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda sonora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5SakFmcv8icm5SZlJnZuQzch12boRnLuFWa0NXayh2Y/Ry%2520Cooder-Paris%2520texas.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1437246097503678274?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1437246097503678274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1437246097503678274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1437246097503678274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1437246097503678274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/08/loja-da-prada.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1864484868611269306</id><published>2008-07-25T19:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:29.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar o mesmo que todos os outros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/SIoMdyDVasI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yw6sIeiGxNY/s1600-h/jegsynes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/SIoMdyDVasI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yw6sIeiGxNY/s400/jegsynes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227004023308380866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto de manifestação popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei este recorte de jornal que tinha guardado faz aí uns dois anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquando da estadia nos nortes, enquanto fingia que lia e percebia o matutino Ekstra Bladet, fumava o cachimbo e estendia-me ao comprido no cadeirão. Eram alturas de reflexão, gozando de um prazeirento ar livre: mão esquerda desfolhando, mão direita fazendo bonecos de neve.  Tropical mas ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei esta imagem porque se pode falar de uma geografia do humor, e aqui está um exemplo que condensa várias situações numa só.  O caústico e o absurdo floresce numas pradarias mais do que noutras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta notícia diz respeito a uma manifestação que aconteceu na Dinamarca. Creio que a propósito da imposição de determinadas taxas. O porquê da manif aqui não é relevante. O que me chamou a atenção foi o dizer do cartaz do jovem da frente. Diz algo como: "eu penso o mesmo que todos os outros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá, já estaria a levar uma bolacha de um tipo da cgtp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1864484868611269306?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1864484868611269306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1864484868611269306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1864484868611269306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1864484868611269306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensar-o-mesmo-que-todos-outros.html' title='Pensar o mesmo que todos os outros'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/SIoMdyDVasI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yw6sIeiGxNY/s72-c/jegsynes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-141187895521698646</id><published>2008-07-20T18:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:43:18.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ouvido em segunda audição.</title><content type='html'>(ontem à sombra das árvores na alameda afonso henriques)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luísa - Talvez uma merenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos - Um lanche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - uma merenda. ou caracol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - um napoleão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - não, um jesuíta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Luísa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Carlos.. tenho de ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Certo certo. nunca chegamos ao bolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-  talvez noutro dia possamos passar um dia inteiro a ver a vitrine inteira da pastelaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Luísa. quando chegares pôe na Faixa 3 do album Hard day´s night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(luísa foi-se. flores na sua cabeça. árvores inclinadas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvido isto, afastei-me do casal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meti-me no metro rápido. a minha cabeça balbuciava possibilidades: o hard day´s night tem vários e dispares temas.  desde o reivindicativo can´t buy me love passando pela preguicite domingueira  romântica de um "and i love her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando cheguei a casa procurei o album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontrei a faixa 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=af4455e5c7"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece-me então que o carlos é um gajo com dúvidas. tenho de voltar à alameda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-141187895521698646?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/141187895521698646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=141187895521698646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/141187895521698646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/141187895521698646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/07/ouvido-em-segunda-audio.html' title='ouvido em segunda audição.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1318901946549221564</id><published>2008-07-06T23:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:34:48.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>esta é para ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x323vc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="256" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/a"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/a"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;norman bambi - dominos summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1318901946549221564?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1318901946549221564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1318901946549221564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1318901946549221564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1318901946549221564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/07/esta-para-ti.html' title='esta é para ti.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8302898127063030853</id><published>2008-06-25T10:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:01:14.053+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queimar a piada'/><title type='text'>Farc II</title><content type='html'>Gosto muito de ir às farc, porque lá encontro tudo: os dvd´s, os livros, os cd´s e tudo no mesmo sítio! também já tentei ir trabalhar para as farc, mas nunca me chamaram. das coisas que mais gosto nas farc é poder ler as coisas sem ninguém me chatear. às vezes vejo lá concertos de grátis. outras, quando me engano a entrar, prendem-me como refém sem razão aparente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8302898127063030853?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8302898127063030853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8302898127063030853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8302898127063030853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8302898127063030853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/farc-ii.html' title='Farc II'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-919611653737645538</id><published>2008-06-25T09:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:30.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o verão deixa um gajo meio parvo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farc'/><title type='text'>As Farc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui dever-se-ia encontrar um longo artigo sobre as Farc colombianas e sobre os movimentos de resistência militar sul-americano. A abordagem ao assunto deixou-me no entanto algo perdido. São assuntos abrangentes, com tentáculos longos e pouco claros. Não gostando de pisar terrenos pantanosos e tendo em conta toda a complexidade dos sistemas  militares formais e dos possíveis pontos de contacto com este denominado movimento guerrilheiro, decidi então iniciar-me e focar num ponto crucial de qualquer cerimónia militar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a revista às tropas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvUHaucXdukWajNXY/Martha%2520Reeves%2520-%2520Nowhere%2520to%2520Run%2520%2528Good%2520Morning%2520Vietnam%2520OST%2529.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/SGH1olx73pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kLtUYJJ09ZM/s1600-h/Farc_guerrilheira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/SGH1olx73pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kLtUYJJ09ZM/s400/Farc_guerrilheira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215719921156873874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guerrilheira das Farc&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/20411307-919611653737645538?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/919611653737645538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=919611653737645538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/919611653737645538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/919611653737645538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-farc.html' title='As Farc'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/SGH1olx73pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kLtUYJJ09ZM/s72-c/Farc_guerrilheira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7613027347265019566</id><published>2008-06-08T10:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:17:19.475+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tales of mere existance'/><title type='text'>50 ways to leave your lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hfl9e53LX_U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hfl9e53LX_U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7613027347265019566?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7613027347265019566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7613027347265019566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7613027347265019566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7613027347265019566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/50-ways-to-leave-your-lover.html' title='50 ways to leave your lover'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7847039661978732851</id><published>2008-06-08T00:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:43:28.383+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection letter'/><title type='text'>A carta de rejeição.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;não sei bem como nem porquê, deparei-me com este texto algures no ciber-espaço (ho...que saudades destes palavrões dos anos 90). é uma espécie de como de levar de vencidas as dificuldades da vida. com estilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei por bem replicá-lo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Rejection Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbert A. Millington&lt;br /&gt;Chair - Search Committee&lt;br /&gt;412A Clarkson Hall, Whitson University&lt;br /&gt;College Hill, MA  34109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Professor Millington,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your letter of March 16.  After careful consideration, I&lt;br /&gt;regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me&lt;br /&gt;an assistant professor position in your department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually&lt;br /&gt;large number of rejection letters.  With such a varied and promising field&lt;br /&gt;of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Whitson's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in&lt;br /&gt;rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at&lt;br /&gt;this time.  Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor&lt;br /&gt;in your department this August.  I look forward to seeing you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Chris L. Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/20411307-7847039661978732851?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7847039661978732851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7847039661978732851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7847039661978732851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7847039661978732851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/carta-de-rejeio.html' title='A carta de rejeição.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7495817534800514028</id><published>2008-06-01T23:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:01:54.090+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it hurts me too'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen dalton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>de arrepiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-BIKjypNsE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-BIKjypNsE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Dalton "it hurts me too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o louro mostrou-me isto. cuidado, cuidado. a posologia é clara quanto aos blues: 1 ao acordar, um ou outro após as refeições e em casos especiais e com calma ao anoitecer. são conhecidos efeitos secundários.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7495817534800514028?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7495817534800514028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7495817534800514028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7495817534800514028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7495817534800514028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-arrepiar.html' title='de arrepiar'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-149811339064718015</id><published>2008-05-27T00:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:25:14.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eu não devia</title><content type='html'>eu não devia ficar um bocado melancólico quando ouço certas bossas-novas. não devia. afinal de conta eu nunca estive em copacabana. nunca andei pelo paredão, não passei no ipanema, nunca atravessei a rua Nascimento silva cento e sete. nunca fui a um fla-flu. não fui ao cristo redentor nem ao pão de açucar. não fui ao maracanã.  nem fui à favela. mas sofro um bocado com os lamentos desta gente. noutra vida devo ter lá andado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjeEqBKhGW4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjeEqBKhGW4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carta ao Tom 74"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rua Nascimento Silva, cento e sete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você ensinando prá Elizete as canções de canção do amor demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lembra que tempo feliz, ai que saudade, Ipanema era só felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Era como se o amor doesse em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nossa famosa garota nem sabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A que ponto a cidade turvaria este Rio de amor que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmo a tristeza da gente era mais bela e além disso se via da janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um cantinho de céu e o Redentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É, meu amigo, só resta uma certeza, é preciso acabar com essa tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É preciso inventar de novo o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rua Nascimento Silva, cento e sete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu saio correndo do pivete tentando alcançar o elevador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minha janela não passa de um quadrado, a gente só vê cemento armado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde antes se via o Redentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É, meu amigo, só resta uma certeza, é preciso acabar com a natureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É melhor lotear o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-149811339064718015?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/149811339064718015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy day women'/><title type='text'>Estórias e lendias do Rock an ró  #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bob Dylan - Rainy Day Women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWdJ_dvdGjs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWdJ_dvdGjs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"    Late one night Bob asked the Nashville band he was playin with "what do you guys do here?" and they replied "beer". Bob told them he had a new song but the refrain was "everybody must get stoned" and he refused to record the song with straight people so he sent Ed Gazzar to Irelands bar and he came back with a huge leprechaun cocktail for everyone in large milk shake cartons. Joints were passed arround and everyone was wiped out. On the original recording McCoy put a call thru to Wayne doc Butler who brought his trumpet down to the studio. The other musicians all swapped instruments which resulted in that raggy marchign band sound. Strzelecki gave his bass to al kooper and he played the piano but he couldnt work the pedals with his feet so he had to lay beside the piano and push them with his hands. The voice that you can hear braying with laughter is Strzecki on the piano. After the session in the contol room. Bob was asked "whats the name of this song", "rainy day women #12 &amp;amp; 35" this recording had no rehersals and was released as is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fonte:  biografia de bob dylan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7135312369760923899?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7135312369760923899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7135312369760923899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamas'/><title type='text'>O Vendedor de Soutiens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há homens que nascem pró trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outros gozam à brava na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas só os vendedores de soutiens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trabalham e vivem da mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dick Hard, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De boas erecções está o inferno cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-2027455332126255954</id><published>2008-05-14T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:06:33.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest.</title><content type='html'>o maior nome de malfeitor dos últimos tempos: &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2008/04/30/internacional/gastao_salsinha_rendeuse_e_ser_levad.html"&gt;Gastão  Salsinha &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2027455332126255954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/05/greatest.html' title='The Greatest.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-254354104487961347</id><published>2008-05-10T00:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:46:50.849+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brastemp'/><title type='text'>claro que não era assim nenhuma BRASTEMP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFIi8m0brx8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFIi8m0brx8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-254354104487961347?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/254354104487961347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=254354104487961347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/254354104487961347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/254354104487961347'/><link 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term='the switch'/><title type='text'>A Masculinidade .  Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se ter acesso aos grandes mistérios da masculinidade humana, pode-se ler os tratados, os trabalhos, os estudos, estudar a história, a cultura, fazer entrevistas, ler romances, ver novelas, ver teatro, ver cinema, ouvir radionovelas, ver novelas, observar pessoas, dissecar conversas, ouvir os psicólogos, ouvir os antropólogos, ouvir os sociólogos, ouvir os criminologistas, ouvir a vizinha do 3º esquerdo, ouvir o relato, ler A Bola, ver televendas, conhecer a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em alternativa a tudo isto pode-se ver um trecho de um episódio de Seinfeld chamado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "The Switch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-xrUEKgFmg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-xrUEKgFmg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/20411307-4880339058435516636?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4880339058435516636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4880339058435516636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4880339058435516636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4880339058435516636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/05/masculinidade-parte-i.html' title='A Masculinidade .  Parte I'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6824640008619114692</id><published>2008-04-13T11:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:01:16.470+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parvoeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projecção de afectos desiquilibrados para objectos inanimados com pneus'/><title type='text'>temos mesmo que ter liberdade de expressão?</title><content type='html'>uma nova abordagem à manifestação. esse pulsar de ideiais sociais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 10px 5px; padding: 10px; background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); width: 262px;" class="arial_10_encarnado"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="arial_azul_escuro"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeptos de 'tuning' criticam vazio na lei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="arial_8_cinzaclaro"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSANA LEITÃO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 10px auto; width: 262px; text-align: center;"&gt;                                    &lt;img src="http://dn.sapo.pt/2008/04/13/042187.jpg" /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- END: caixa_titulo --&gt;  &lt;!-- START: caixa_texto --&gt;        &lt;div class="arial_azul_escuro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeptos de 'tuning' criticam vazio na lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Movimento espera publicação  desde 2005 A paixão pelo &lt;i&gt;tuning&lt;/i&gt; começou com um simples volante, que viu numa exposição de automóveis. A partir daí, "este amor foi crescendo" e Marco Oliveira foi alterando o seu &lt;i&gt;Renault Laguna&lt;/i&gt;. "São apenas alterações estéticas", garantiu ao DN. Pára-choques, jantes, interiores e outros pequenos detalhes que fazem toda a diferença. Os custos deste "modo de estar na vida", como prefere chamar-lhe, recusa-se a contabilizar: "Muitos, muitos e muitos euros", admitiu, às gargalhadas. "Agora falta só publicar a regulamentação prevista desde 2005 para que possamos andar legais", reivindicou ontem em Lisboa, juntamente com algumas centenas de adeptos desta modalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pé - os carros ficaram fora da marcha -, munidos de apitos, faixas, buzinas e até sirenes a imitar as da PSP, mostraram-se confiantes em ganhar a batalha. E não têm dúvidas de que hoje as pessoas sabem bem a diferença entre o &lt;i&gt;tuning&lt;/i&gt; e o &lt;i&gt;street racing. &lt;/i&gt;"É uma comparação absurda. Não temos nada a ver com esses actos marginais [as corridas protagonizadas pelos &lt;i&gt;street racers&lt;/i&gt;] ", defendeu Alexandre Tomás, do Movimento Tuning Legal Já, organizador da manifestação. Entretanto, a União Portuguesa de Tuning garante estar disponível para dar às autoridades informações sobre o tipo de pessoas e os locais onde se realizam corridas. A Ponte Vasco da Gama, em Lisboa, é um dos locais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Código da Estrada, em vigor desde 2005, estipula que a transformação das características técnicas dos carros "é autorizada nos termos fixados em regulamento". O problema é que a regulamentação nunca foi publicada, criando um vazio legal e permitindo "a perseguição ao &lt;i&gt;tuning"&lt;/i&gt;, alertam. "Estamos à espera desde 2005 que a regulamentação prevista para o &lt;i&gt;tuning&lt;/i&gt; seja publicada em &lt;i&gt;Diário da República&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem pensa que esta paixão é exclusivamente masculina, desengane-se. Que o diga Vânia Domingos. Enquanto conduzia o carrinho de Mariana Janeiro, de 20 meses, gritava com convicção. A pequena adepta ainda andava na barriga e já "sabia o que era o &lt;i&gt;tuning&lt;/i&gt;", diz orgulhosa. Em casa ficou o Rodrigo, de quatro anos, também adepto: "Não têm medo nenhum, adoram a música no carro", confessa. Não lamenta os mais de 15 mil euros que gastou no &lt;i&gt;Honda Civic&lt;/i&gt; e no &lt;i&gt;Renault Clio&lt;/i&gt; que mandou transformar e promete mesmo modificar mais "assim que a regulamentação for publicada. Nem penso duas vezes". A confusão entre quem altera o carro por estética e quem o modifica para ter mais potência já levou Vânia a ser multada "várias vezes. Ainda ontem a Brigada de Trânsito me mandou parar por causa dos vidros fumados", lamenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6824640008619114692?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6824640008619114692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6824640008619114692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6824640008619114692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6824640008619114692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/04/temos-mesmo-que-ter-liberdade-de.html' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2867763892227673986?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2867763892227673986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2867763892227673986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2867763892227673986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2867763892227673986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/04/madrugadas-da-tvi-1998.html' title='madrugadas da tvi, 1998.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1520250076701235643</id><published>2008-03-31T20:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:51:44.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"tens de te focar numa coisa francisco"</title><content type='html'>na sequência do périplo pelos anúncios de emprego, dei por mim entusiasmado a ver em anúncios da mais variada espécie e áreas. um deles, que dei por mim a clicar, clamava por "técnicos de desinfestação". e o pior é que durante aquela fracção de segundo, cliquei entusiasmado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí disse: "alto lá..." foi quando comecei a ouvir aquelas vozes familiares na minha cabeça: "tens de te focar francisco, para lá de dispersar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era bom. porque me imaginava a matar bichos. e um trabalho desses é de sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pelo menos até aos 8 anos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1520250076701235643?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1520250076701235643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1520250076701235643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1520250076701235643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"comerçial" dá "comiçoes" nalgum lado? e tem de se já vir com as "comiçoes"?  eu já tive comiçoes mas depois passou-me felizmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2574253228490998283?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2574253228490998283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2574253228490998283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2574253228490998283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2574253228490998283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/03/comeriais-com-comioes.html' title='comerçiais com comiçoes'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1291453564663086410</id><published>2008-03-27T23:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:01:02.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islândia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noi albinoi'/><title type='text'>Eu recomendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noi Albinoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Dagur Kari, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um filme onde tropecei. num tombo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o trailer aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4l1Tgx2twDw&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4l1Tgx2twDw&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1291453564663086410?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1291453564663086410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1291453564663086410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1291453564663086410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1291453564663086410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-recomendo.html' title='Eu recomendo'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7181663927248949268</id><published>2008-03-25T20:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:59:08.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolia Instantânea</title><content type='html'>receita para melancolia instantânea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clicar aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" FlashVars="id=-1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5SZsxWYzlWYtFmazlWdzlna/EDITH%2520PIAF%2520-%2520Je%2520ne%2520veux%2520pas%2520travailler.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e depois aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dura.cell.free.fr/home/images/parisbynight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Paris nuit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7181663927248949268?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1959276043523030959</id><published>2008-02-18T20:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:08:13.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a genialidade no momento laboral.</title><content type='html'>- que tipo de tarifário deseja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cliente) - ....humm.... um de carregamentos aleatórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apesar de meramente se ter enganado na palavra que utilizou, disse uma enorme verdade: as companhias de comunicações móveis sabem bem do ritmo de carregamentos dos telemoveis dos clientes, e esse se fosse demonstrado visualmente apresentaria um aspecto aleatório. ao sabor dos acontecimentos. talvez com picos em princípios de mês, mas ainda assim imprevisivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso é que as políticas comerciais vão no sentido de transformar os clientes em modos de facturação, pós-paga, que os faça com que mensalmente e certinhos recebam a factura para pagar. sem surpresas. e com ordem. para que haja previsibilidade no deve e haver das contas das companhias.  é, neste sentido,  contra os carregamentos (no fundo uma factura pré-paga). é contra a escolha do cliente. é no fundo, contra os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carregamentos aleatórios&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mesmas companhias que vos tentam associá-las aos momentos emocionais, irracionais  positivos e fortuitos da vida como um golo ou uma paixão, tentam racionalmente eliminar esse factor no que diz respeito à parte da vossa contribuição em numerário e que esta se torne bem racional e nada fortuíta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estão no seu direito mas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estejam atentos às vossas contas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora... variedades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqHN9wy5WT4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqHN9wy5WT4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - the night before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1959276043523030959?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1959276043523030959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1959276043523030959&amp;isPopup=true' 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georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Martin Luther King discursa contra a guerra no Vietname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a M16 é adoptada como a arma do exército norte-americano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Che Guevara é capturado e morto pelas tropas bolivianas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o Celtic de Glasgow ganha a taça dos clubes campeões europeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8Ebcx-mTns&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8Ebcx-mTns&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jimi Hendrix lança "hey joe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2946890855572745509?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2946890855572745509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2946890855572745509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2946890855572745509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2946890855572745509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/02/1967.html' title='1967'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-3662349715442681555</id><published>2008-02-05T22:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:30.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aarhus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags imbecis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erasmus blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palhaçada'/><title type='text'>haaaaaa a nostalgia. ráisparta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/R6jVzE25siI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LEP4poBchSA/s1600-h/aarhus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/R6jVzE25siI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LEP4poBchSA/s400/aarhus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163612046234333730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há precisamente dois anos estava nesta cidade aqui à esquerda e mascarava-me de slot-machine. (ou o homem dentro da caixa de cartão com manivela).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Incontáveis as viagens de bicicleta por estas ruas do centro de Aarhus, aqui com a universidade em grande plano e o porto em fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(para dizer a verdade, foram 324.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as memoráveis aulas de linguística eram mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; banda sonora em vigor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"she is electric"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/14/640681/0%209%20She%20is%20Electric.mp3" autostart="false" loop="1" height="60" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aarhus - "The World´s Smallest  City"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e claro, na altura não havia internet nem telemóveis e as crianças brincavam na rua e sujavam as mãos. a televisão só tinha 2 canais e viamos todos o Agora Escolha a toda a hora. Todos tinhamos sarampo e varicela várias vezes ao ano e os nossos passatempos favoritos era partir pedras com a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-3662349715442681555?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3662349715442681555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=3662349715442681555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3662349715442681555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3662349715442681555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/02/h-precisamente-dois-anos-estava-nesta.html' title='haaaaaa a nostalgia. ráisparta.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/R6jVzE25siI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LEP4poBchSA/s72-c/aarhus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4010700553329749748</id><published>2008-01-24T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:25:33.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues #2</title><content type='html'>uma pequena adenda ao post anterior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XVBU1LsC8I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XVBU1LsC8I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty - Blues Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(felizmente na adolescência (ho anos 90 o que haveis feito à tua geração), as camisas xadrez não assentavam... Benditos compactos antigos, miseráveis, que mostraram outra maneira de sublimar que não a habitual auto-mutilação da xonice seattleira).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"(...)&lt;br /&gt;you know how it is baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know i just can´t stand myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it takes a whole lotta medicin darlin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;that i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody else."&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/20411307-4010700553329749748?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4010700553329749748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4010700553329749748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4010700553329749748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4010700553329749748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/blues-2.html' title='Blues #2'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-757447791491018837</id><published>2008-01-23T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:02:15.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miséria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john lee hooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>Os blues mais miseráveis do mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, na ânsia de ouvirmos uns blues fodidos, eu e o Louro, deslocámo-nos ao catacumbas, na expectativa de exorcizar as grandes questões existenciais da (nossa) vida humana entre as quais se contavam inúmeros desaires amorosos, mas acima de tudo a insistência de camacho em nuno gomes -  por parte do louro -, e a não utilização de raul meireles como centrocampista para aparecer nas costas dos avançados (angustia pessoal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como grandes apologistas e criadores de miséria e decadência (modéstias à parte...), ficou-nos a saber a pouco os rapazes que fomos ver tocar. Aqueles blues eram demasiado alegres, ruidosos, com demasiados solos. E as guitarras caras demais. Em vez de nos mandar abaixo, deixou-nos levemente na mesma, quiçá mais alegres. Um Fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No percurso de volta, lançámo-nos mutuamente e em quase simultâneo o repto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quais são os blues mais miseráveis ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde se pode encontrar tristeza e desespero humano que seja suficiente para receber este tão malogrado título? Qual é o aglomerado de notas musicais que desce até ao pantâno da desgraça e ainda escorre pela sarjeta da infelicidade ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, quando sentado no meu biombo mágico em pleno horário laboral (meu deus, como trabalho), propus-me então a responder ao temível e miserável &lt;a href="http://eunaovoulermais.blogspot.com/2008/01/desafio-laniano.html"&gt;post do louro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verifiquei então que conseguia compilar não um, mas um trio infernal, capaz de ombrear com a imponência de um qualquer mensageiro da desgraça.De um Profeta do Fim do Mundo. Uma Lista digna de um buraco cheia de cobras e cães mortos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos então ao pódio do infortúnio e solidão humana. a ordem é arbritária. A lama do azar compreende toda a desgraça por igual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "I Can´t quit you baby"&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; o clássico de Willie Dixon - Quando um homem assume o desespero e lança uma frases destas, estamos perante a impotência feita canção. Quando ele a completa com letras como:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When you hear me moaning and groaning,&lt;br /&gt;you know it hurts me deep down inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;atinge-se então o desespero em forma músical.  O fundo do poço. Aqui numa versão terrífica de Otis Rush. Ar de velório em todos os músicos. Olhos tapados com lentes escuras. Arranjos soturnos. Peço especial atenção para o ataque inicial da voz, e para o ar pesado e infeliz da plateia quando no fim Otis termina a canção com um acorde seco e curto. corações ao pé da boca.Os Blues não perdoam.Ver &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=Uy2tEP3I3DM"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It serves me the right to suffer"&lt;/span&gt; - John Lee Hooker. -  O Título  dá o mote para a desgraça. a virgula faz o resto: (..), it serves me the right to be alone" .  Aqui ficamos a conhecer a mítica prescrição (que deu origem a outros blues) passada a john lee h:  "milk, cream and alchool". Por &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=2BtUQbblCWo"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call it Stormy Monday (But tuesday is just as bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-Bone_Walker" title="T-Bone Walker"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-Bone Walker - Graças a este tema os blues passaram a ter o seu próprio calendário:  A semana terrivel. Segunda de desgraça, terça ainda pior, e por aí fora. ao que consta ao domingo há um descanso: "(..) sunday i go to church/that´s when i get down on my knees/ and i pray". isto para os crentes. depois recomeça a desgraceira. isto de ser bluesman é lixado. Aqui interpretado pelo sr&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=X5IdtqFf95g"&gt; Slow Hands Clapton &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para o Enorme solo, que atinge um climax arrepiante a partir dos 5:19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda não foi desta que ficámos totalmente infelizes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-757447791491018837?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/757447791491018837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=757447791491018837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/757447791491018837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/757447791491018837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-blues-mais-miserveis-do-mundo.html' title='Os blues mais miseráveis do mundo.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4337643972043158838</id><published>2008-01-13T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:00:17.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yael naim - new soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.salteadodediversos.blogspot.com/"&gt;mana&lt;/a&gt; descobriu esta canção. Merece transmissão aqui em directo e em diferido simultâneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por falar nisso já se arranjava alma nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e passeios no barco de madeira com um piano flutuante já que deixam pedir..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4337643972043158838?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4337643972043158838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4337643972043158838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4337643972043158838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7654940296707808407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7654940296707808407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/discurso-para-um-presidente-imaginrio.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-518151063384348006</id><published>2008-01-06T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:04:27.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina simone'/><title type='text'>Prémio "realmente, as circunstâncias não ajudam"</title><content type='html'>Ouvido entre passeio na rua garrett:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"é que sou sempre o último a chegar! ...e ainda por cima sou preto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUcXI2BIUOQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUcXI2BIUOQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video com o alto patrocínio &lt;a href="http://www.eunaovoulermais.blogspot.com"&gt; Lourex &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-518151063384348006?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7778305821783171974</id><published>2007-12-01T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:23:37.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fm 2008'/><title type='text'>e agora? o que é que eu faço com a minha vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOwybu4IhR0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOwybu4IhR0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o trailer do football manager 2008...(baseado  no poema de &lt;a href="http://www.kipling.org.uk/poems_if.htm"&gt;Kipling "IF"&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;agora é que se acabou a vida social de vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7778305821783171974?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7778305821783171974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7778305821783171974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7778305821783171974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7778305821783171974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-agora-o-que-que-eu-fao-com-minha-vida.html' title='e agora? o que é que eu faço com a minha vida?'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-5150858470794458747</id><published>2007-11-28T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:46:36.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>telepatia para  jesualdo</title><content type='html'>tirar o stepanov durante uns jogos e meter o pedro emanuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele tem metido água. muita. e a sede parece não lhe passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" 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Escolhas duras. Escolhas difíceis. Escolhas complicadas. Mas assim foi. Posso partilhar uma. talvez a mais importante no meio de tantas. Havia que recarregar a pen com nova carga musical para uma semana com intensas viagens de metro. Foi uma substituição por substituição. quase para as mesmas posições. Refrescar movimentos. Abrir linhas de passe. Para substituir os Eels, que se portaram muito bem com o seu mais recente álbum blinking lights e other revelations, um substituto de peso: David Bowie. megas e megas dele. porém com coisas dos anos 80. é complicado ouvir aquela utilização dos teclados, convenhamos. ainda assim faz bem o lugar. o Bowie é um polivalente, capaz da canção lenta com sabor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;íco até os terrenos mais avançados de batida rápida. Fá-lo numa passada sublime. Um veterano do jogo.  A haver um 11 ideal da música estaria lá. Batido.  como número 10 provavelmente. Mas lá iremos um dia com mais calma.&lt;br /&gt;A outra substituição foi mais fácil. Saiu a novata Emiliana Torrini, fresca, fresquinha, a querer mostrar muita coisa e a ser uma agradável surpresa, com fintas, dribles e a querer fazer esquecer na selecção islandesa Bjork (a compatriota que,  a meu ver, tem o lugar seriamente ameaçado) . Para o lugar, uns veteranos de peso: os pedras rolantes. E foram estes que em plena passagem da estação de s. sebastião para a do parque tornam a chamar a atenção dos meu débeis e distraídos ouvidos para uma singela canção, onde um subtil e infantil solo de orgão abre caminho para uma explosão de sabores sonoros qual prato &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://datingguy.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 169px;" src="http://datingguy.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/subway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de comida indiana auditivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vEWakVWbvc2bsJ2L1h2cq9SbvNmLjFWbuU2ZhBXZt9Ga/Shes_A_Rainbow.mp3&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;e o metro voou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2974101373225821559?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2974101373225821559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2974101373225821559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2974101373225821559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2974101373225821559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-is-rainbow.html' title='She is a Rainbow.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6008173901108856434</id><published>2007-11-23T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:37:57.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para uma aproximação ao corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;às vezes olho-me no espelho e observo-me com atenção. Durante Bastante tempo fixo-me no rosto. Experimentem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É uma face em mudança. Está sempre em mudança, esteve sempre em mudança e nunca vai parar. Pergunto-me como posso ter sido tantas pessoas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Debatam-se frente a frente com a vossa cara. Quando o tentam, algo se passa. Passado um certo tempo a pessoa que está diante de vós ganha um carácter exterior. Como uma palavra repetida muitas vezes, principia&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;assim a perda do seu sentido e significado e o princípio da separação entre palavra enquanto grafia, som, e enquanto significado. Ou nas palavras de Saussure, a separação entre Significado e Significante. Experimentem com a palavra amor. Não não não. Experimentem com Cano. Não queiram perder o amor. para já. terão muitas oportunidades futuramente. experimentemos com a palavra cano. Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano Cano cano. e...já não é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cano&lt;/span&gt;. passa a ser uma sequência de sons. ca-no. Um ritmo de fonemas. uma amálgama em passagem. Também nós passamos a ser cano após muito tempo de observação. e separamos o cano da água (o trigo do joio?). E é fascinante que o consigamos ser para nós próprios. É um caminho de instrospecção. Quem é então aquele que está no espelho diante do &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;? Pela primeira vez afigura-se o eu como exterior. Podemos então passar a fazer dele o que quisermos. mas desta vez na terceira pessoa. Como o jardel&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(ver&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;declarações fim de jogo anos 90:"O jardel esteve bem. Fez gol"),esse existencialista, na linha de sartre ou beauvoir mas muito mais eficaz no último terço de terreno. Assim, poderíamos avançar para um principio de teorização do porquê do pouco número de passes de certos número de jogadores e respectivo fuçanço (!), ou do individualismo notório no meio da colectividade feliz: é que quando o jogador segue com a bola passando um e outro e tentando ainda mais uma última finta, é com ele que ele joga, é com o seu eu, é um jogo colectivo muito pessoal. Sem passes falhados, reclamações ou triangulações erradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jardel com o seu Eu era feliz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6008173901108856434?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6008173901108856434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6008173901108856434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6008173901108856434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6008173901108856434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-uma-aproximao-ao-corpo.html' title='Para uma aproximação ao corpo'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4215416813695770793</id><published>2007-11-11T02:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:41:30.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ele era acólito sim, mas depois felizmente deixou de beber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4215416813695770793?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4215416813695770793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4215416813695770793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4215416813695770793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4215416813695770793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/ele-era-aclito-sim-mas-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-3847675784523009624</id><published>2007-11-05T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:30.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga cava'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cenas de pijama'/><title type='text'>coisas #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Ry5mNjrqRcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FQ9tBUU-Quo/s1600-h/Mr+Perfect+Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Ry5mNjrqRcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FQ9tBUU-Quo/s400/Mr+Perfect+Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129149408724272578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;11h da manhã.  pijamas. sala de jantar. uma bola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sobrinho - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;espera um pouco&lt;/span&gt;. (tiro a parte de cima do pijama. fico de manga cava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- (boquiaberto e quieto)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uaaa.. que roupa fixe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi9WakFmch12LyZmLlVmcm5ielRGbhZnbhVna/Eels-%2520Saturday%2520Morning.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-3847675784523009624?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3847675784523009624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=3847675784523009624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3847675784523009624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3847675784523009624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/recuerdos-um-prato-um-prego-foi-uma.html' title='coisas #1'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Ry5mNjrqRcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FQ9tBUU-Quo/s72-c/Mr+Perfect+Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-974984295492716345</id><published>2007-10-26T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:19:20.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sousa Cintra Penálte Porra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz4hQYFEBFA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz4hQYFEBFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há um certo dever moral em divulgar esta pepita com instantâneos da vida de sousa cintra enquanto presidente do spórtén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momentos altos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sousa cintra para  Careca:&lt;br /&gt;"tens de mostrar aos gajos que não és nenhuma merda! não te esqueças: tens todo a itália a olhar para ti! tens todo o mundo! epah tens toda a europa a olhar para ti!parte tudo. Careca diz aqui ao marinho o que vais fazer hoje em campo? GANHAR e PARTIR TUDO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PENÁLTE PAH PORRA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e muitos mais..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-974984295492716345?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/974984295492716345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=974984295492716345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/974984295492716345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/974984295492716345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/10/sousa-cintra-penlte-porra.html' title='Sousa Cintra Penálte Porra.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7664401454667693988</id><published>2007-10-07T21:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:54:07.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>é bom que saiba nadar porque os nossos aviões estão uma desgraça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="TitlePage" class="TitleBluePage"&gt;no percurso diário por anuncios de emprego, dei de caras com este anuncio pedindo formandos para curso de comissário de bordo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;CURSO DE FORMAÇÃO P/A ASSISTENTES E COMISSÁRIOS DE BORDO&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;table id="tblDetails" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;       &lt;table id="tblGeneralInfo" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descrição&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPRESA FORMAÇÃO NA ÁREA DA AVIAÇÃO COMERCIAL&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detalhes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTIVOS: PREPARAR FORMANDOS P/A DESEMPENHO FUNÇÕES DE ASSISTENTES/COMISSÁRIOS BORDO, PREPARAÇÃO P/A ENTREVISTAS DE SELECÇÃO EM COMPANHIAS AÉREAS E APRESENTAÇÃO DE CANDIDATURAS (A FORMANDOS C/ APROVEITAMENTO POSITIVO) A COMPANHIAS AÉREAS.&lt;p&gt;12º OU EQUIVALENTE;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IDADE: MÍN. 20 E MÁX. 26; ALTURA MÍN. 1,60M E MÁX. 1,90M; PESO: ÍNDICES ESTABELECIDOS NA TABELA IMC; BOM DOMÍNIO CONVERSAÇÃO E LEITURA INGLÊS E FRANCÊS; MTO. BOA IMAGEM; EXCELENTES CONDIÇÕES SAÚDE (NÃO FUMADOR); SABER NADAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7664401454667693988?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7664401454667693988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7664401454667693988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7664401454667693988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7664401454667693988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/10/bom-que-saiba-nadar-porque-os-nossos.html' title='é bom que saiba nadar porque os nossos aviões estão uma desgraça...'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-5358431384806218113</id><published>2007-09-23T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:02:59.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não precisamos todos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" valign="top" width="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td id="TitlePage" class="TitleBluePage"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="font-style: italic;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table style="width: 670px; height: 51px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td id="TitlePage" class="TitleBluePage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAI NATAL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="width: 664px; height: 243px;" id="tblDetails" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detalhes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso cliente - FÓRUM MADEIRA - pretende recrutar para a Época Natalícia, no período de 18 Novembro a 30 Dezembro de 2007.&lt;p&gt;Procuramos candidatos que se aproximem ao perfil do Pai Natal, preferencialmente, com barbas brancas naturais. Gosto em lidar com crianças, extrovertido e bom sentido de humor. Um dos requesitos essenciais é NÃO FUMAR durante o período de trabalho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se tem disponbilidade para trabalhar a tempo inteiro no referido período, não perca esta oportunidade e envie-nos a sua candidatura para PAI NATAL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anúncio disponível até  30/10/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-5358431384806218113?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5358431384806218113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=5358431384806218113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5358431384806218113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5358431384806218113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-precisamos-todos.html' title='Não precisamos todos?'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6215991633183972180</id><published>2007-09-22T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:52:47.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Secção "artistas que gosto por culpa única e exclusiva da minha irmã"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bom, este blog está-se a tranformar obscenamente. De anterior palco de discussão acesa de ideias e teorias, munido de textos notáveis e ensaios de nomeada, para o que mais parece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(dada a avalanche de videos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;um canal de televisão de terceiríssima categoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas a aposta é clara: subir para a 2º categoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas ainda não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é tempo de voltar a ver artistas vestidos de nuvens com fatos de corpo inteiro enquanto tocam guitarra eléctrica, exactamente, isso mesmo, vamos mergulhar nos  anos 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vista o seu escafandro, afague a sua pulseira de são salvador da bahia, dê volume à sua franja, ajeite os seus chumaços e puxe bem alto as suas meias brancas porque vamos descer muito baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;até já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" flashvars="id=735268&amp;amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D18593%26fr%3D&amp;amp;imUrl=http%253A%252F%252Fvideo.yahoo.com%252Fvideo%252Fplay%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526vid%253D18593&amp;amp;imTitle=Raspberry%2BBeret&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/search/video?p=&amp;amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=ZF9mdWxtb3Jl&amp;amp;vid=18593" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6215991633183972180?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6215991633183972180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6215991633183972180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6215991633183972180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6215991633183972180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/seco-msicas-que-gosto-por-culpa-nica-e.html' title='Secção &quot;artistas que gosto por culpa única e exclusiva da minha irmã&quot;'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1497394504177699455</id><published>2007-09-18T12:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:40:12.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iscolari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    "Depois de ver Luiz Felipe Scolari soltar aquele tabefe no último jogo da selecção, dei por mim a pensar: mas será que se ele se desentendesse com o sérvio não num campo de futebol mas, digamos, numa pastelaria, por causa de uma queijada de Sintra, ou na secção de congelados do supermercado, por causa da última caixa de medalhões de pescada, seria assim tão lesto a levantar a mão? O senhor Ivica Dragutinovic - só o nome mete medo - mede 1,85 metros, pesa 84 quilos e tem cara de ter participado no cerco de Sarajevo. Não me cheira que Scolari, que não é parvo, se lembrasse de esmurrar fora dos relvados um tipo com metade da sua idade e o dobro do seu tamanho. E é por isso que o seleccionador devia ter vergonha não só pelo que fez mas pelas desculpas que arranjou. Porque, na verdade, não foi Scolari quem protegeu Quaresma, como até hoje ele continua a insistir. Foi Quaresma e a restante selecção que protegeram as costas de Scolari, enquanto ele perdia a cabeça em Alvalade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez Scolari não merecesse ser corrido da selecção por causa daquilo, mas as desculpas que arranjou tanto no próprio dia como no dia seguinte, quando já tinha obrigação de estar com a cabeça fria, dizem muito quanto ao seu carácter "mata mata" e sobre o que anda a pregar nos balneários da selecção. Porque, de facto, Scolari pediu perdão sem pedir perdão, preferindo promover um discurso tribal do género "quando o lobo ataca o rebanho o pastor deve usar o cajado", querendo fazer-nos passar a todos por ovelhinhas. O certo é que a selecção portuguesa, pelo currículo da última meia dúzia de anos, já deve ser a mais indisciplinada do planeta, ao pé da qual o Uruguai faz figura de copinho de leite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sucessão de casos de violência não pode ser apenas uma coincidência - há um evidente desequilíbrio emocional na equipa e uma falta de fairplay que dá um bocadinho mau aspecto. E não falo de jogadores fervorosos, que gostam de entrar às canelas do adversário ou que se envolvem em escaramuças parvas. Falo de jogadores que agridem árbitros, de treinadores que agridem jogadores e até de miúdos que roubam cartões das mãos de árbitros, coisa que nunca na minha vida tinha visto. Portugal tem esta coisa: quando as expectativas são muito altas e a equipa não está à altura das expectativas, é tão provável haver confusão quanto encontrar neve no Pólo Norte. Que um treinador como Scolari venha agora contribuir para a galeria de horrores é incompreensível e lamentável. Eu cá não o despedia. Mas fechava-o com Dragutinovic no balneário - e não deixava o Quaresma entrar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;João Miguel Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;na crónica do DN&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/20411307-1497394504177699455?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1497394504177699455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1497394504177699455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1497394504177699455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1497394504177699455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/iscolar.html' title='iscolari'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8087232772866574939</id><published>2007-09-16T21:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:10:44.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cenas de ninjas</title><content type='html'>um dos grandes momentos do cinema português:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando o ninja das caldas é rodeado de 4 ninjas diabólicos, e esmaga-os simbolicamente providenciando-lhes com a letal questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEgCmH_tO8E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEgCmH_tO8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8087232772866574939?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8087232772866574939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8087232772866574939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8087232772866574939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8087232772866574939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/cenas-de-ninjas.html' title='cenas de ninjas'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8840887093628918781</id><published>2007-09-16T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:27:20.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>o vento mudou.</title><content type='html'>o blog mudou de nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre outras coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diz que não quer ser confundido com imperiais de pressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-style: italic;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HBto6f1IG0w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HBto6f1IG0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participação de Portugal na Eurovisão 1967,&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Nascimento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8840887093628918781?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8840887093628918781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8840887093628918781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8840887093628918781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8840887093628918781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-blog-mudou-de-nome.html' title='o vento mudou.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-544404939795510975</id><published>2007-09-15T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:02:50.772+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to my rock n' roll ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ot6FFSb5SzY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ot6FFSb5SzY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"(...) I fell in love with the sweet sensation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart to a simple chord"&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/20411307-544404939795510975?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/544404939795510975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=544404939795510975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/544404939795510975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/544404939795510975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/whatever-happened-to-my-rock-n-roll.html' title='Whatever happened to my rock n&apos; roll ?'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-392659303668463159</id><published>2007-08-30T23:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:31.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rtc9dZxvRjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1PGc8ymgW7U/s1600-h/amores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rtc9dZxvRjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1PGc8ymgW7U/s400/amores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104616277992752690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rua dos Amores,  Coriscada&lt;br /&gt;ou como os Doors a cantaram em 1968&lt;br /&gt;aquando da sua passagem pela Beira Alta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLxIDMyU2ah52cyVGcp52c/The%2520Doors%2520-%2520Love%2520street.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="187"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-392659303668463159?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/392659303668463159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=392659303668463159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/392659303668463159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/392659303668463159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-street.html' title='Love Street'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rtc9dZxvRjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1PGc8ymgW7U/s72-c/amores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-5484363146047955581</id><published>2007-08-20T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:31.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>notas de viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5SakFmcv8icm5SZlJnZuQzch12boRnLuFWa0NXayh2Y/Ry%2520Cooder-Paris%2520texas.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RsnShJxvRhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ws7mY4EdS5g/s1600-h/RoseBudTxDowntown0806BarclayGibson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RsnShJxvRhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ws7mY4EdS5g/s400/RoseBudTxDowntown0806BarclayGibson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100839519975851538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...) o centro-sul de Portugal, em Agosto, não deve ser muito diferente de certas zonas do Texas. O sol forte queima a vegetação para tons de um amarelo pálido. Vejo toda uma seara iluminada pelo calor. As placas que encontramos ao longo das estradas e vilas, estão carcomidas de ferrugem, frequentemente mal pintadas e escritas com erros. Se o material pudesse sentir, diria que estas placas estão num pranto contínuo. Velhas, poeirentas, de luto, as placas rurais têm uma vida dura, intervalada por raros momentos, os breves instantes em que vivem: quando são olhadas. O resto do tempo é passado com os elementos. Vento, insectos, zundapes. Trabalham tractores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelas ruas e estradas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passam cães abandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pisam o alcatrão quente sem rumo aparente. Por vezes tentam escavar o asfalto, tentando sair do inferno. Os olhos esgazeados. Também se vê camiões na estrada. Muitos estão imobilizados. Formam um quadro impressionante: O sol quente, o monstro de metal parado e um cão passando em volta. Creio que Benavente, Biscain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho e Samora Correia (salvaguardadas as devidas proporções e diferenças), não deverão muitas vezes aparentar diferentes cenários, cores, crenças, sensações e sons do que os enc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ontrados em Amarillo, Dallas ou Houston. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RsnSopxvRiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OV0etbWT7MU/s1600-h/RosebudTexasCottonGin03JT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RsnSopxvRiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OV0etbWT7MU/s400/RosebudTexasCottonGin03JT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100839648824870434" 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/20411307-5484363146047955581?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5484363146047955581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=5484363146047955581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5484363146047955581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5484363146047955581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/08/notas-de-viagem.html' title='notas de viagem'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RsnShJxvRhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ws7mY4EdS5g/s72-c/RoseBudTxDowntown0806BarclayGibson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-5067618482874233017</id><published>2007-07-05T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:59:40.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duelo de Banjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/esl2NNOtHQE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esl2NNOtHQE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cena de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fim de Semana Alucinante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-5067618482874233017?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5067618482874233017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=5067618482874233017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5067618482874233017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5067618482874233017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/duelo-de-banjos.html' title='Duelo de Banjos'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1127929909645550692</id><published>2007-07-03T15:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:23:21.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95382659@N00/705559614/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/705559614_018fa6fe3b_b.jpg" alt="skodstrup arhus mata." height="403" width="824" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   Skodstrup, Aarhus&lt;br /&gt;por janeiro do ano passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RUp8tJxWS5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RUp8tJxWS5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="50" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1127929909645550692?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1127929909645550692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1127929909645550692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1127929909645550692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1127929909645550692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/skodstrup-aarhus-por-janeiro-do-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1180/705559614_018fa6fe3b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-3010542027617017306</id><published>2007-06-28T14:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:32.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avenidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ávila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><title type='text'>o ávila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aqui há coisa de três anos, por altura do verão, o ávila, cinema entretanto desaparecido, fazia ciclos de cinema  a 2 euros o bilhete. era um cinema pequeno. quase familiar. o ecrã com um tamanho de alguns plasmas que vejo hoje na fnac, mas a malta gostava. tinha uma máquina de copos de água (de graça!). era bestial. creio nunca ter visto tanta cinema seguido, nem bebido tanta água.  em plena avenida duque de ávila (uma das tremendas avenidas de lisboa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RoPWlVOYVaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3P1gxPaXlBg/s1600-h/janela+avila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RoPWlVOYVaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3P1gxPaXlBg/s400/janela+avila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140741445014946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pormenor de janela na duque de ávila, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;de http://lisbonwindows.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calcorreávamos eu e a minha amiga, as ruas das avenidas novas para gastarmos os já costumeiros dois euros em  filmes de título duvidoso e de origem remota. Acredito hoje que teria uma melhor média de curso se não tivesse passado essas matinês no ávila. Mas por ter passado essas tardes no ávila, acredito hoje, em muitas outras coisas que não acreditaria se tivesse hoje melhor média (por exemplo que era possível ter uma media superior).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ávila entretanto fechou ("há dois anos" disse-me a porteira sentada numa eterna mesa do prédio ao lado). Transformou-se em local de culto de igreja cristã com direito a pastor e tudo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembrei-me por estes dias do lá visionado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dolls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;dos sintomas que este (e outros destas geografias) me provoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P65SafcOB9U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P65SafcOB9U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RoPVnVOYVZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8zRBoJiXRc0/s1600-h/works.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RoPVnVOYVZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8zRBoJiXRc0/s400/works.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081139676293125522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a duque de ávila nos dias que correm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sem ávila, sem avenida, mas futuramente com metro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/20411307-3010542027617017306?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3010542027617017306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=3010542027617017306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3010542027617017306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/3010542027617017306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-vila.html' title='o ávila'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RoPWlVOYVaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3P1gxPaXlBg/s72-c/janela+avila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-5237166396597438738</id><published>2007-06-28T02:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:32:36.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gente que não cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Uma fileira de frasquinhos de temperos: manjericão, orégãos, cravinho, cominhos, noz-moscada, pimentas, piri-piri, louro, paprika. Rolhados, tristes de tanta inutilização, ali a carpirem mágoas juntamente com os pratos do armário, vizinhos de cima no prédio dos aborrecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ela entupia as amigas com as suas desculpas e incapacidade para cozinhar, que não dava, que as mulheres, hoje, devem despir-se dessa responsabilidade culinária, castradora de emancipações, que no tempo da avó é que os homens se conquistavam pelo estômago. Nunca percebera, porém, que aos homens, tal como às mulheres, se acede pela inteligência, pela sensibilidade e pela beleza, nem sempre por esta ordem, porém eternamente com este conteúdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A amiga, num dia em que foi almoçar lá a casa, ao cortar a película de plástico que cobria a tampa dos orégãos para dar sabor e cor à omeleta, tentou fazer-lhe ver que cozinhar não é de homem ou mulher, é de Homem, de espécie. Explicou-lhe que não ter mão para o sal é uma coisa, contudo ignorar que um bife precisa de sal é outra; que não saber usar uma gordura ou não perceber o funcionamento básico dos grelhados, fritos e cozidos ultrapassa pela direita o talento culinário e entra à má fila no cruzamento e no domínio da perspicácia. Grelhar, lembrou, é das mais básicas acções humanas, pré-histórica: pegar em carne crua e deixá-la queimar-se.  (...) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; o resto em http://numdiadestes.blogspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/20411307-5237166396597438738?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5237166396597438738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=5237166396597438738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5237166396597438738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5237166396597438738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/gente-que-no-cozinha-uma-fileira-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1184360965460691475</id><published>2007-06-19T16:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:25:32.236+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rural'/><title type='text'>antigamente é que era.</title><content type='html'>reportagem na tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o assunto, a visita ao rural do costume: o isolamento, a população envelhecida, a aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pergunta, a de uma reporter embevecida: "e então, como eram as brincadeiras no seu tempo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a resposta, a de um velhote:&lt;br /&gt;"os nossos brinquedos eram pontapés no cu, anda cá que te apanho! ou então pega lá esta sachola! vamo lá embora!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa..a melancolia...o bucólico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2bpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuIXZsVnclhGd/The%2520Doors%2520-%2520Maggie%2520Mgill.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/20411307-1184360965460691475?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1184360965460691475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1184360965460691475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1184360965460691475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1184360965460691475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/antigamente-que-era.html' title='antigamente é que era.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-70783055984210445</id><published>2007-06-19T01:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:54:12.139+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacinto Leite</title><content type='html'>A última vez que vi Jacinto Leite foi por alturas do liceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minto. eu nunca o vi realmente. eu ouvia falar. O Jacinto Leite. fiquei-lhe a saber o nome completo mais tarde: Jacinto Leite Capelo Rego. um esplendor da nomenclatura. o terror dos notários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recordei jacinto aquando da recente polémica dos recibos com nomes "estranhos", que a PJ encontrou ao vasculhar a papelada dos donativos do cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas recordei muito mais. recordei o seu provável prato favorito. Ensopado Borrego. Claro que se tinha que dizer muito rápido, e quase sonegar e enrolar o Bo de borrego. só assim se tornaria o prato favorito de Jacinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e claro nunca poderei esquecer a sua sobremesa: Banana Pêssego. dito com celeridade e lido como pêssegú, transforma-se numa sobremesa de requinte. tal como Jacinto Leite. um homem de corpo inteiro, de apelidos nutritivos, gotejantes. e que gosta de fazer donativos ao cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 anos depois que bom foi rever-te Jacinto. corrijo. nunca te vi. mas caramba ouço tanto falar que é inegável. nome estranho? menus bizarros? personagem filantropa? Tretas da arte e da era. o Jacinto era um gajo porreiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2XvlGZhJ3Lt92YuEjc1FGdyVmY5NmL3d3d/The%2520Kinks%2520-%2520Lola.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/20411307-70783055984210445?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/70783055984210445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=70783055984210445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/70783055984210445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/70783055984210445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/jacinto-leite.html' title='Jacinto Leite'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-2935128597140023485</id><published>2007-06-11T01:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:32.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hübsche Sachen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmyDHHG6oSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_6m5Oofeme4/s1600-h/inter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmyDHHG6oSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_6m5Oofeme4/s400/inter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074575038330085666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a amiga sarah (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiel"&gt;da cidade onde fazem submarinos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;um dia foi à america e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mandou-me esta fotografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9yZy9mLhR3cpZnclRHbh5SeyJXYsJXZwV3c/The%2520Beach%2520Boys%2520-%2520Surfing%2520Usa.rbs&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/20411307-2935128597140023485?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2935128597140023485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2935128597140023485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2935128597140023485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2935128597140023485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/hbsche-sachen.html' title='hübsche Sachen'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmyDHHG6oSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_6m5Oofeme4/s72-c/inter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-394954746382877730</id><published>2007-06-10T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:31:23.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/646/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/psman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-394954746382877730?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/394954746382877730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=394954746382877730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/394954746382877730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/394954746382877730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8075406107964484128</id><published>2007-06-09T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:39:39.011+02:00</updated><title type='text'>um coro na finlândia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATXV3DzKv68"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATXV3DzKv68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visualizando uns favoritos que tinha para aqui arquivados, destaco este com menção honrosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou menção com rosa. ou menção melosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8075406107964484128?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8075406107964484128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8075406107964484128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8075406107964484128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8075406107964484128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-coro-na-finlndia.html' title='um coro na finlândia'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-397800445542868096</id><published>2007-05-31T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:33.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas espectaculares da humanidade</title><content type='html'>momento de etnografia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Mullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmGg36DU70I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OHCeQS74ZzI/s1600-h/diagram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmGg36DU70I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OHCeQS74ZzI/s400/diagram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071511537732349762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rl8-naDU7zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rOJVyuedbyk/s1600-h/mullet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rl8-naDU7zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rOJVyuedbyk/s320/mullet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070840552171564850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmGkY6DU71I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1aw5OaeJw64/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmGkY6DU71I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1aw5OaeJw64/s400/wedding2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071515403202916178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mullets clássicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mullet é uma prática estética que consiste num arranjo capilar onde o cabelo é mais curto dos lados e mais comprido na nuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que encontrei de  literatura wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite its reputation, the mullet remains a moderately popular hairstyle among certain social groups in various &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_countries" title="Western countries"&gt;Western countries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It is specially popular and even considered to be modern (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Vintage_retro&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Vintage retro"&gt;vintage retro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portugal" title="Portugal"&gt;Portugal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spain" title="Spain"&gt;Spain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and can be widely identified in the streets of cities like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barcelona" title="Barcelona"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Also in Spain, the mullet is associated with two different ethnic groups: young Gypsies and young separatists from the Basque Country. It is also fairly popular among the 18-34 age group in some East European countries, notably the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Czech_Republic" title="Czech Republic"&gt;Czech Republic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. In the U.S. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada" title="Canada"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the mullet is particularly associated with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue-collar_worker" title="Blue-collar worker"&gt;blue collar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; men, fans of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Country_music" title="Country music"&gt;country&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal_music" title="Heavy metal music"&gt;heavy metal music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_football" title="American football"&gt;American football&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_hockey" title="Ice hockey"&gt;ice hockey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; players.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portuguese_language" title="Portuguese language"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; terms are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which comes from a motorcycle model from Zundapp, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixe Ficar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which is short for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deixe ficar atrás&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. That's what you say to your hairdresser when you want him not to cut the hair on the back of your head. One other is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semi reboque&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, which means a big truck trailer.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixe ficar? . muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lt92YuIXYldWes9mL3d3d/09%20-%20Willie%20Nelson%20-%20Wabash%20Cannonball.rbs&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-397800445542868096?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/397800445542868096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=397800445542868096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/397800445542868096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/397800445542868096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/coisas-espectaculares-da-humanidade.html' title='coisas espectaculares da humanidade'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/RmGg36DU70I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OHCeQS74ZzI/s72-c/diagram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4670030793890446382</id><published>2007-05-31T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:33.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rl8ltKDU7yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HFEI0_gYnLE/s1600-h/carnide+madrugada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070813163165118242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 130px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rl8ltKDU7yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HFEI0_gYnLE/s400/carnide+madrugada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;carnide numa destas madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLwhXZu4WYiJXd/Bob%20Dylan%20-%20I%20Shall%20Be%20Released.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4670030793890446382?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4670030793890446382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4670030793890446382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4670030793890446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4670030793890446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/carnide-numa-destas-madrugadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rl8ltKDU7yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HFEI0_gYnLE/s72-c/carnide+madrugada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-2767594358432018929</id><published>2007-05-31T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:30:32.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um preto tem os blues. um branco tem depressões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2767594358432018929?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2767594358432018929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2767594358432018929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2767594358432018929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2767594358432018929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-preto-tem-os-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-655481121760319864</id><published>2007-05-29T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:36:34.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over the rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedinte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metro lisboa'/><title type='text'>subtis ironias</title><content type='html'>a diversidade musical com que nos deparamos ao viajar na linha azul do metro de lisboa está a enriquecer. depois do "continuarei a agradecer uma esmola" que faz ritmos fora de série com a sua bengala, hoje, no metro, o acordionista-pedinte-romeno-com-o-papel-que-tem-filhos-para-alimentar tocava esta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ll5Wajd2bsJ2bpRWYy9icm5ycvNWes5yclJnYtVWb/01.swf&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a linha azul tá a ficar melancólica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Over the Rainbow" music by Harold Arlen and lyrics by E.Y. Harburg, is one of the most famous songs of all time. For many, the song epitomizes the hopes and dreams of youthful aspiration for an ideal world of love and joy. The song was written to showcase Judy Garland's talents in the star vehicle The Wizard of Oz, and it became her lifelong theme song. She would forever be called upon to sing it in all her public appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's plaintive melody and simple lyrics depict a pre-adolescent girl's desire to escape from the "hopeless jumble" of this world, from the sadness of raindrops to the bright new world "over the rainbow." It expresses the childlike faith that "Heaven" will magically "open a door" to a place where "troubles melt like lemon-drops".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song tops the "Songs of the Century" list compiled by the Recording Industry Association of America and the National Endowment for the Arts. It also topped the American Film Institute's "100 Years, 100 Songs" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Irving Berlin's "White Christmas", the song was adopted by the American troops in Europe in World War II as a symbol of the United States, the faraway land that, after long years of war, seemed like a dream beyond the rainbow. Modern listeners may be unaware that the song had an introductory stanza, as this was not sung in the film by Garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has come to epitomize the gesture of the rising octave, which makes its opening so distinctive. Sight-singing instructors and other musicians use the song as an example and a reference point for hearing the interval."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;da wikipedia&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/20411307-655481121760319864?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/655481121760319864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=655481121760319864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/655481121760319864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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falar da floribela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eis que, há uma senhora que deixa a seguinte resposta, questionada sobre o facto de a floribela ter um animal na nova série:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"acho bem, meterem um animal na novela acho bem&lt;br /&gt;que é para acabarem com o racismo que há entre as pessoas e os animais"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sabia. eu sabia que ia valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fcinetec.ifrance.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FShirley%20Bassey%20-%20Goldfinger%201964.swf&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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em todo o seu esplendor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Terminal da Toyota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vista aérea de Malmo, Suécia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto retirada de http://forum.skyscraperpage.com/showthread.php?t=131377&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fgbeach.free.fr%2Fradio_blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Velvet%20Underground%20-%20Oh%21%20sweet%20nuthin%27.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Mas, no final da tarde de ontem, a PSP teve de intervir durante o discurso de Alberto João Jardim no nó que liga a via rápida ao Bairro da Nazaré. Baltazar Aguiar, candidato do PND, não admitiu que Jardim se referisse à sua família. Em alto e bom som, interrompeu o discurso oficial e chamou "mentiroso" a Jardim. A multidão exaltou-se e os agentes da polícia tiveram de fazer segurança aos homens da Nova Democracia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manhã correra bem a Alberto João Jardim. No Seixal, num acto benzido pelo padre da freguesia, abrira as portas da nova junta e piscinas, com foguetes e &lt;i&gt;buffet&lt;/i&gt; oferecido à população pela construtora. Chegados à segunda inauguração, centenas de pessoas enchem os passeios. No meio da multidão os candidatos do PND, mais o actor que interpreta Manuel do Bexiga, aquecem os ânimos. Jardim finge que nada se passa, mas as "bocas" lançadas pela personagem não deixam dúvidas. Uma jovem ameaça "aquelas bestas com uma porrada" e, de imediato, passa à agressão. A polícia intervém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já no palco, Jardim, na qualidade de presidente do governo demissionário, decide homenagear aqueles que "foram enxovalhados por alguns que, na Madeira, ganharam fortunas à custa dos trabalhadores madeirenses". Lembrou os homens que "plantaram a cana-de-acúçar e que a entregavam no engenho do Hinton, deitados no muro da ribeira, com a ba- lança que era do patrão e que pagava o que queria".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta altura percebe-se que o discurso vai azedar. Um dos elementos da PND presente na inauguração, Jorge Welsh, é herdeiro dos Hinton. Mas o pior estava para vir quando Jardim se dirige "aos colonos do Baltazar que não remiam a terra", sendo preciso "ir para tribunal para que a terra fosse entregue" a quem a trabalhava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evoco todos esses trabalhadores humilhados e ofendidos por famílias que deviam ter vergonha do passado e ter honra na Madeira Nova." De repente, uma voz saída da multidão grita: "Mentiroso, mentiroso. Você é um mentiroso", sobrepondo-se às palavras de Jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Baltazar Aguiar, candidato do PND, cunhado de Manuel Monteiro e filho do primeiro líder do CDS/ /PP regional, o advogado Baltazar Aguiar, que não admite a referência de Jardim à sua família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confusão instala-se. Baltazar continua. Jardim mal consegue acabar o discurso. A PSP cerca os homens do PND. Ao mesmo tempo, Baltazar diz que Jardim "está a insultar milhões de madeirenses", pois na ilha, "incluindo na família dele [Jardim], houve colonos e senhorios". "A minha família foi colona e senhoria. É uma vergonha que este senhor, 30 anos depois de Abril, venha virar o povo contra o povo. E que a cinco dias das eleições se façam inaugurações eleiçoeiras para insultar as pessoas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Um homem de cadeira de rodas eléctrica, com uma criança ao colo, tenta atropelar o orador&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A polícia mete-se a meio. Jardim está afastado. Diz que não se apercebeu de nada. Segue para a terceira inauguração, a de uma ETAR no Caniçal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, mete-se num avião para Porto Santo. Deixa de ser presidente do governo para ser líder do PSD no comício da noite. |&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4201119180513637727?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4201119180513637727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4201119180513637727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4201119180513637727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4201119180513637727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/onde-est-o-wally-ou-o-burlesco-na.html' title='Onde está o Wally? 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You work hard making independent films for fourteen years and you get voted best breasts.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7784223796940390163?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7784223796940390163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7784223796940390163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7784223796940390163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7784223796940390163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/sou-boa-e-tenho-piada.html' title='sou boa e tenho piada.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-1047472391516957408</id><published>2007-04-27T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:44:10.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e porque não corridas para angariação de fungos ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-1047472391516957408?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1047472391516957408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=1047472391516957408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1047472391516957408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/1047472391516957408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-porque-no-corridas-para-angariao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-690000823320847823</id><published>2007-04-24T19:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:34.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>isto é algarve, percebes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Ri5AJrLFTMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6R2Jg9LoD0I/s1600-h/Algarve_understands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Ri5AJrLFTMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6R2Jg9LoD0I/s400/Algarve_understands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057049966535855298" 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/20411307-690000823320847823?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/690000823320847823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=690000823320847823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/690000823320847823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/690000823320847823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/isto-algarve-percebes.html' title='isto é algarve, percebes?'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Ri5AJrLFTMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6R2Jg9LoD0I/s72-c/Algarve_understands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-2848738928416289742</id><published>2007-04-19T18:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:16:39.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'>interregno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rojo.com/corporate/images/stories/dell%20laptop%20exploding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.rojo.com/corporate/images/stories/dell%20laptop%20exploding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pc avariado&lt;br /&gt;regresso breve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2848738928416289742?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2848738928416289742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2848738928416289742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2848738928416289742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2848738928416289742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/interregno.html' title='interregno'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7478590258480154433</id><published>2007-03-29T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:50:36.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>21st century love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.antonymicallef.com/pic/44b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px;" src="http://www.antonymicallef.com/pic/44b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  antony micallef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7478590258480154433?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7478590258480154433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7478590258480154433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7478590258480154433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7478590258480154433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/21st-century-love.html' title='21st century love'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-9135973039567964325</id><published>2007-03-27T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:47:35.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How rich are you?</title><content type='html'>HOW RICH ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Every year we gaze enviously at the lists of the richest people in world.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it would be like to have that sort of cash. But where&lt;br /&gt;would you sit on one of those lists? Here's your chance to find out.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;clique clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalrichlist.com/"&gt;How rich are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clique clique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-9135973039567964325?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/9135973039567964325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=9135973039567964325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/9135973039567964325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/9135973039567964325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-rich-are-you.html' title='How rich are you?'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-2434717753901149969</id><published>2007-03-20T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:44:03.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendito Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="372"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://api.aniboom.com/embedded.swf?videoar=1510" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://api.aniboom.com/embedded.swf?videoar=1510" quality="high"  width="448"  height="372" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-2434717753901149969?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2434717753901149969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=2434717753901149969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2434717753901149969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/2434717753901149969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='Bendito Machine'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-448027376133836083</id><published>2007-03-18T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:01:12.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>- Está mais calmo o bairro hoje querida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;Developers have turned a house into an island in China after the owner refused to move out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.ananova.com/images/web/916474.jpg" alt="Developers turned a house into an island after the owner refused to move out in Chongqing city, China /Lu Feng" height="308" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; The villa now stands alone in a 30ft deep man-made pit in Chongqing city, reports Jinbao Daily.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; The Chongqing Zhengsheng Real Estate Company wants to turn the area into a £40m 'Broadway' square, including apartments and a shopping mall.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; But the owner of the villa says he won't move out unless the company pays his price - the equivalent of £1.3 million.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; "The villa owner refuses to move, so the real-estate developer has had to dig out all around it to force him to," says a saleswoman at Weilian Real Estate Sales Company.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; "He wants 20 million yuan, or he'll stay till the end of the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-448027376133836083?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/448027376133836083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=448027376133836083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/448027376133836083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/448027376133836083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/est-mais-calmo-o-bairro-hoje-querida.html' title='- Está mais calmo o bairro hoje querida.'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-448363542111308470</id><published>2007-03-15T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:52:19.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta aberta à população da Indonésia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/03/14/432736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 184px;" src="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/03/14/432736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"O Ministério Público de Jacarta pediu ontem dois anos de prisão para o director da versão indonésia da Playboy. Erwin Arnada, 42 anos, é acusado de atentado ao pudor devido à publicação de conteúdos "indecentes" na primeira edição da revista naquele país."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Diário de Notícias, 14 Março 2007&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caros amigos indonésios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento que à vossa imprensa nacional, se junta uma edição de nome Playboy há um ou dois factos que convém lembrar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Nesta revista é predominante a exposição de fotografias de seres humanos normalmente do género feminino em trajes menores e comumente como vieram ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Certas estruturas morais impostas consciencializam esta ausência de roupagem como "indecente" e epítetos do género. parece ser o caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro...vá-se lá saber porquê a visualização de tais páginas de papel provocam um desconforto frequente, principalmente quando emperramos nas imagens. Leva até que grupos de homens vestidos de branco com chapéus próprios da norma e362/34 de tratamento de carnes de talho da UE, compre a revista apenas para a ir queimar em praça pública, tal a cólera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e para completar a minha mensagem de paz e amor ofereço-vos um inocente clip musical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 annee erotique - Gainsbourg e Jane Birkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/j8mXje7ATZo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/j8mXje7ATZo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;em caso de nova fúria, basta iniciarem a queima do monitor por um dos cantos.&lt;br /&gt;garanto que desaparece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-448363542111308470?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/448363542111308470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/448363542111308470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/carta-aberta-populao-da-indonsia.html' title='Carta aberta à população da Indonésia'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8171813136262444975</id><published>2007-03-09T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:14:46.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>só mais uma coisinha sobre o amor</title><content type='html'>dou por vezes na vidinha a dar-me conta que bem podia ter descoberto certas coisas mais cedo,  e não me refiro apenas aos vales de desconto e ao queijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao hábito de descobrir tudo com anos de atraso (ver "interacção social, esse grandioso mistério") juntei mais uma acha para a fogueira que até então já se apresentava quente . tinha poupado muito em nódoas negras se tivesse ouvido algumas destas canções bem mais cedo. e quando digo mais cedo era mesmo às 7 da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;isto é chanson para ouvir em fim de noite/princípio de dia e perceber que tudo nasceu de novo. ou quase sempre. até nos depararmos com uma qualquer melody nelson e percebermos que às vezes atravancamos,  e o relógio passa a rodar num sentido qualquer como um gainsbourg de paletó num fundo preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e os dias deixam de seguir os seus tramites habituais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/am69Ppp5LeA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/am69Ppp5LeA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"(...) Ma Melody Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Aimable petite conne&lt;br /&gt;Tu étais la condition&lt;br /&gt;Sine qua non&lt;br /&gt;De ma raison"&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/20411307-8171813136262444975?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8171813136262444975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8171813136262444975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8171813136262444975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8171813136262444975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-mais-uma-coisinha-sobre-o-amor.html' title='só mais uma coisinha sobre o amor'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-7766601475751826374</id><published>2007-02-26T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:46:00.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trissílabos históricos</title><content type='html'>Antes de trissílabos como sudoku ou carlitos houve palavras que fizeram juz a essa grande classificação silábica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos maiores trissílabos de todos os tempos foi sem dúvida alguma Sandokan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;três silabas de puro júbilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTOW2iBkyPA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTOW2iBkyPA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-7766601475751826374?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7766601475751826374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=7766601475751826374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7766601475751826374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/7766601475751826374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/02/trisslabas-histricas.html' title='Trissílabos históricos'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6092351916363289387</id><published>2007-02-24T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:21:45.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>os espaços intercalares da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.1strowseats.com/300x180/seinfeld300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 179px;" src="http://images.1strowseats.com/300x180/seinfeld300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ir ao cinema há-de ser sempre o meu entretenimento preferido. Mas para dizer a verdade, o momento alto para mim é quando vou a caminho do cinema. Adoro ir a caminho do cinema.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Vamos no carro, tentando chegar a tempo. Talvez consigamos arranjar um bom lugar. Talvez o filme seja bom. Talvez corra tudo bem. Não fazemos ideia e enquanto vamos a caminho tudo é possível . Adoro ir fazer qualquer coisa e ainda não a ter feito. É um momento perfeito da vida. Como aquela altura depois de arranjarmos emprego e antes de começarmos a trabalhar. É o máximo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do que eu mais gosto é dos espaços intercalares da vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Seinfeld&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/20411307-6092351916363289387?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6092351916363289387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6092351916363289387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6092351916363289387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6092351916363289387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/02/os-espaos-intercalares-da-vida.html' title='os espaços intercalares da vida'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-6189480627508473226</id><published>2007-01-27T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:33:44.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretária permite trabalhar na horizontal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ciberia.aeiou.pt/users/0/12/09d637d8c21a0bb8cda75760d638ed16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ciberia.aeiou.pt/users/0/12/09d637d8c21a0bb8cda75760d638ed16.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt4"&gt;"Secretária permite trabalhar na horizontal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="txt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;!-- begin st_tag_intro --&gt; Trabalhar deitado deixou de ser uma tarefa impossível. A Office Ergonix transformou o sonho em realidade e acaba de lançar uma nova secretária flexível e multifunções, que se adapta a qualquer posição. &lt;!-- end st_tag_intro --&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Agora já é possível trabalhar e navegar online em todas as posições. O novo modelo &lt;a href="http://www.officeorganix.com/Eropod500.htm" target="_blank" class="links"&gt;Ergopod 500&lt;/a&gt; da &lt;a href="http://www.officeorganix.com/" target="_blank" class="links"&gt;Office Organix&lt;/a&gt; é um inovador posto de trabalho com uma estrutura ergonómica, ideal para trabalhar de pé, sentado ou deitado. Ajustável a qualquer actividade e às exigências específicas dos profissionais, o Ergopod é também uma ferramenta de trabalho útil para pessoas com necessidades especiais ou com dificiências físicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com áreas de trabalho diferenciadas, suporte para computador, rato e teclado, esta secretária multifunções está equipada com um sistema eléctrico que permite ainda movimentar a mesa de base num ângulo de 90 graus, função que possibilita trabalhar na posição horizontal.&lt;br /&gt;Além da sua polivalência, o novo modelo da Office Organix possui uma estrutura de aço resistente com acabamentos em borracha nas extremidades e vem equipado com acessórios externos, que permitem incorporar, por exemplo, três monitores LCD na mesma secretária."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em http://ciberia.aeiou.pt/ 2007/01/27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;não sei para quê o aparato.&lt;br /&gt;há muito tempo que os nossos administrativos e secretárias trabalham na horizontal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-6189480627508473226?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6189480627508473226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=6189480627508473226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6189480627508473226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/6189480627508473226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/secretria-permite-trabalhar-na.html' title='Secretária permite trabalhar na horizontal'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-8503513961619150537</id><published>2007-01-27T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:35.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rbqkdzc01nI/AAAAAAAAACk/RBcjcIRaVx0/s1600-h/anti_depressants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rbqkdzc01nI/AAAAAAAAACk/RBcjcIRaVx0/s400/anti_depressants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024509166219482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(foto de David Shrigley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-8503513961619150537?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8503513961619150537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=8503513961619150537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8503513961619150537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/8503513961619150537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/quase-primavera.html' title='Quase Primavera'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CM4qc4kvxHw/Rbqkdzc01nI/AAAAAAAAACk/RBcjcIRaVx0/s72-c/anti_depressants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-9037256252978363662</id><published>2007-01-24T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:09:35.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos falar linguagem corporal! é divertido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9YTxff3pHU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9YTxff3pHU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-9037256252978363662?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/9037256252978363662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=9037256252978363662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/9037256252978363662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/9037256252978363662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/vamos-falar-linguagem-corporal.html' title='Vamos falar linguagem corporal! é divertido!'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-5076328343929130547</id><published>2007-01-20T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:25:48.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teresa</title><content type='html'>A primeira vez que vi Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei que ela tinha pernas estúpidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei também que a cara parecia uma perna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi Teresa de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei que os olhos eram muito mais velhos que o resto do corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Os olhos nasceram e ficaram dez anos esperando que o resto do corpo nascesse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da terceira vez não vi mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os céus se misturaram com a terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o espírito de Deus voltou a se mover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre a face das águas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Bandeira&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-5076328343929130547?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5076328343929130547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=5076328343929130547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5076328343929130547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/5076328343929130547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/teresa.html' title='Teresa'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20411307.post-4918174799955109111</id><published>2007-01-17T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:43:36.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders from Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uk6-A1MzWU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uk6-A1MzWU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;em 1960 foram testados os efeitos de várias drogas em aranhas e as consequências na construção das suas teias..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20411307-4918174799955109111?l=vaisevoltas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4918174799955109111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20411307&amp;postID=4918174799955109111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4918174799955109111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20411307/posts/default/4918174799955109111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaisevoltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/spiders-from-mars.html' title='Spiders from Mars'/><author><name>Fran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845346861094027037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://katia.cabaretvoltaire.com/blog/imagens/Clyde.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
