<?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-1292969082138055693</id><updated>2011-09-05T16:08:36.428+01:00</updated><category term='graçola'/><category term='tags'/><category term='país país'/><category term='o povo'/><category term='news'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='jornalismo'/><category term='cinemas'/><category term='neoconceptualizaçao'/><category term='nós'/><category term='memoria futura'/><category term='lingua'/><category term='alice'/><category term='escarnio e maldizer'/><category term='nós o povo'/><category term='tim burton'/><category term='duvidas existenciais'/><category term='interartes'/><title type='text'>neuroespelho [wip]</title><subtitle type='html'>Ceci n'est pas le press</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-2119295429077777035</id><published>2010-11-17T23:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:20:08.923Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nós o povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neoconceptualizaçao'/><title type='text'>It's the bonecada, stupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/cartoon/cartoon_629.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 250px;" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/cartoon/cartoon_629.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; é giro isto da bonecada no facebook. pelo que já li por aí, a coisa ou é publicidade pura ou manipulação de rede social ou mesmo alguma conspiração. ou então é coisa inventada pelo Continente (juro que já li isto algures) ou mesmo cena criada por pedófilos (é uma teoria rebuscada mas interessante) ou propaganda à Caderneta de Cromos de Markl (o que até nem estava mal visto). O que não pode ser é uma epidemia benigna, nem ter a ver com alguma homenagem já com um mês ao sr. Pokémon. Isso é que não. Que o povo é burro, como todos sabemos. Quando vai todo em carneirada, só pode ser coisa do demo. Era o que mais faltava que as pessoas se andassem simplesmente a distrair de outras agruras ou a passearem saudavelmente pelas suas nostalgias por escolha própria. Ou mesmo que milhões de facebookers estivessem, pura e simplesmente, a exercer um extraordinário trabalho arqueológico utilizando o poder, já tantas vezes utilizado para coisas mais sérias, que a net nos deus. what's up doc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[gif animado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/images/cartoon-gif/winking-bugs-bunny-221953.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.bigoo.ws/images/cartoon-gif/winking-bugs-bunny-221953.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/1292969082138055693-2119295429077777035?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2119295429077777035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-bonecada-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/2119295429077777035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/2119295429077777035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-bonecada-stupid.html' title='It&apos;s the bonecada, stupid!'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-2109824799743138464</id><published>2010-11-12T11:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:37:53.075Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interartes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neoconceptualizaçao'/><title type='text'>Dollar Lacrimosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TN0mFIZlPOI/AAAAAAAAExw/hOopbYS-nw4/s1600/dolarcrying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TNGM4u52ieI/AAAAAAAAEtM/4BYraro6Ugc/s400/sakineh01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535360323306293730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avaaz.org/en/24h_to_save_sakineh/"&gt;http://avaaz.org/en/24h_to_save_sakineh/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://avaaz.org/en/24h_to_save_sakineh/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sakineh não é uma mulher, Sakineh é milhões de mulheres e homens, Sakineh não é apenas uma condenada à morte por um tribunal mais ou menos respeitado de um qualquer país num processo mais ou menos estranho e mais ou menos político, Sakineh somos nós. Sakineh tornou-se, por força da rede, um símbolo universal de um eterno clamor por justiça, dignidade e respeito pelos direitos humanos e civis. E nós, agora e à distância, nada podemos fazer se não multiplicar cliques e emails. E não, não é apenas descarga de consciência mas um grito, um e-grito colectivo que é, de facto, o grito material de milhões. E quando tanta gente grita é forçoso que alguém oiça. Porque do grito à acção física, local e global, vão apenas dois passos. E não se engane quem pensa que isto é igual a um qualquer jogo virtual, por muito que pareça a quem aprecia subestimar as comunidades nascidas online, porque estas são compostas por muita gente que sabe a diferença entre ficção e realidade. A 1 de Dezembro de 1955, em Alabama, EUA, Rosa Louise McCauley Parks, decidiu ficar sentada no seu lugar no autocarro. Hoje, 55 anos depois, se o contexto e acção se repetissem, a diferença seria apenas que, amanhã, milhares, depois milhões, de Rosas Louise McCauley Parks permaneceriam politicamente sentadas num qualquer lugar num qualquer autocarro num qualquer canto do mundo. Sakineh não pode defender-se, muito menos poderá recusar-se ao que quer que seja ou terá o direito, sequer, de gritar por justiça, por um julgamento íntegro. Por isso, gritamos nós. É certo que este Irão pode até matar Sakineh. E é certo que poderá continuar a matar Sakinehs, a degolar o seu povo em nome do inconcebível. E outros grandes e pequenos Irãos podem até continuar a assassinar a liberdade e direitos dos que subjugam. Mas, um dia, Rosa ganhou o direito de não ser obrigada a levantar-se do seu lugar no autocarro. E, se não agora, um dia, Sakineh ganhará o direito à vida. 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Como li por todo o lado que era o último dia, não quis perder tal prometedora mostra e, apesar de ser um dia atarefado para mim, com diversos trabalhos, alterei agendas, saltei para um taxi e corri para Belém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A minha expectativa foi tamanho da minha frustração. A funcionária, simpaticamente, informou-me que a exposição terminou dia 14 de Setembro. Bom, pensei, engano meu, decerto. ao menos aprecio o que o museu tem para oferecer. Tendo agora confirmado que, de facto, o engano de datas não foi meu mas antes está por todo o lado, incluindo no v. site, gostaria de ser informado dos motivos que levaram a alterar as datas sem alterar a informação oficial das mesmas (ao menos no site!). Pelo número de pessoas com ar de frustação que vi por lá, não fui o único a sentir-me enganado, revoltado e outras coisas que tais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tenho seguido atentamente (tanto profissional como pessoalmente) muitas e várias iniciativas do Centenário e, na realidade, é a 1.ª vez que dou por tal inépcia, falta de profissionalismo e respeito pelo cidadão na programação do evento. 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Pásalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-226675368554432704?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/226675368554432704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/06/contra-la-impunidad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/226675368554432704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/226675368554432704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/06/contra-la-impunidad.html' title='Contra la Impunidad'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-1787514400872667931</id><published>2010-06-15T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:53:13.471+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim burton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Mezinhas e-caseiras: Feitiço para curar a calvície</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBgEDvWCWKI/AAAAAAAAD8o/WSvdwH2T8BI/s1600/moscanacareca.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBgEDvWCWKI/AAAAAAAAD8o/WSvdwH2T8BI/s400/moscanacareca.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483137008618592418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pegar umas dez moscas domésticas e atirar numa frigideira onde esteja a ferver um pouco de azeite puro, de boa qualidade. Deixar que as moscas fervam bastante com o azeite. Quando passar tempo suficiente para que os micróbios morram pela fervura tirar a frigideira do fogo. Deixar esfriar e guardar aquele azeite com as moscas num frasco. Unta-se com este azeite a parte calva da cabeça todos os dias. É bom que antes de aplicar o azeite se raspe com navalha a parte já calva para dar força à penugem que ainda resta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/search?q=%22pegar+umas+dez+moscas%22&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;rlz=1C1RNCN_enPT328PT343&amp;amp;filter=0"&gt;Internet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-1787514400872667931?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1787514400872667931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/08/mezinhas-e-caseiras-feitico-para-curar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/1787514400872667931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/1787514400872667931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/08/mezinhas-e-caseiras-feitico-para-curar.html' title='Mezinhas e-caseiras: Feitiço para curar a calvície'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBgEDvWCWKI/AAAAAAAAD8o/WSvdwH2T8BI/s72-c/moscanacareca.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-8399982137352784506</id><published>2010-06-13T16:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:26:46.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoria futura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interartes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neoconceptualizaçao'/><title type='text'>1 Abismo  | Estou Além-Deus : Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa Variações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://issuu.com/p4live/docs/p4051_2009_10_9_issu?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http://skin.issuu.com/v/dark/layout.xml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBT2jMVtKiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/baeqNe78-8Q/s400/tesourasdevariacoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482277730884856354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Estou Além-Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho o Tejo, e de tal arte,&lt;br /&gt;Que me esquece olhar olhando&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo dominar&lt;br /&gt;Este estado de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;A pressa de chegar&lt;br /&gt;P’ra não chegar tarde&lt;br /&gt;E súbito isto me bate&lt;br /&gt;De encontro ao devaneando&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de que é que eu fujo&lt;br /&gt;Será desta solidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque é que eu recuso&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer dar-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto de repente pouco,&lt;br /&gt;Vácuo, o momento, o lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de repente é oco&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar a quem eu me quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo o meu estar a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo — eu e o mundo em redor —&lt;br /&gt;Fica mais que exterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta insatisfação&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esta sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que estou a perder&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pressa de sair&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir ao chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de partir&lt;br /&gt;P’ra outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde tudo o ser, ficar,&lt;br /&gt;E do pensar se me some.&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem poder ligar&lt;br /&gt;Ser, idéia, alma de nome&lt;br /&gt;A mim, à terra e aos céus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar o meu mundo, o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu não vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde não estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E súbito encontro Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;básico mashup &gt; &lt;a href="http://lenadagua.com.sapo.pt/tuaqui/estoualem.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Estou Além - Variações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.citador.pt/poemas.php?op=10&amp;amp;refid=200809030052" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Além-Deus, 1.Abismo - F Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBT2tkegYJI/AAAAAAAAD6I/mvZz78dhhG4/s1600/tesourasdevariacoeslegend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBT2tkegYJI/AAAAAAAAD6I/mvZz78dhhG4/s400/tesourasdevariacoeslegend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482277909162909842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-8399982137352784506?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8399982137352784506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-abismo-estou-alem-deus-fernando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/8399982137352784506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/8399982137352784506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-abismo-estou-alem-deus-fernando.html' title='1 Abismo  | Estou Além-Deus : Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa Variações'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBT2jMVtKiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/baeqNe78-8Q/s72-c/tesourasdevariacoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-5190759883779651052</id><published>2010-06-13T15:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:54:06.225+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoria futura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interartes'/><title type='text'>Eu sempre fui António Variações e serei um espectáculo mesmo a varrer as ruas da cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uqsrgyb6aL1QOPqG5cmLkA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/TBTvqF8jqyI/AAAAAAAAD5o/AU1FvwkhH98/s800/cartadevariacoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td   style="text-align: left; 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Especialmente no quadro de tags do dia do &lt;a href="http://www.correiomanha.pt/"&gt;Correio da Manhã&lt;/a&gt;. O de hoje pareceu-me particularmente bom. Prémio Bandarra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-8481383306372643857?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8481383306372643857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/tag-profetica-do-dia-cm-sismo-rebelo-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/8481383306372643857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/8481383306372643857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/tag-profetica-do-dia-cm-sismo-rebelo-de.html' title='Tag profética do dia: CM - Sismo Rebelo de Sousa'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S5bZ6_531cI/AAAAAAAADWk/tAEr7QtQZjk/s72-c/tagsCM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-8701932567089930514</id><published>2010-03-08T23:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:46:23.209Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingua'/><title type='text'>Palavra do Dia: Caterva</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S5WLgM_EETI/AAAAAAAADV4/gvui74y75u4/s800/caterva1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Caterva - nome feminino. 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; multidão 2. grande número (Do lat. caterva-, «turba; corpo de tropas bárbaras») [infopédia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-8701932567089930514?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8701932567089930514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/palavra-do-dia-caterva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/8701932567089930514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/8701932567089930514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/palavra-do-dia-caterva.html' title='Palavra do Dia: Caterva'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S5WLgM_EETI/AAAAAAAADV4/gvui74y75u4/s72-c/caterva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-5742082115544604528</id><published>2010-03-04T03:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:13:46.382Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Os telefones de Moura Guedes e Balsemão ou Como resumir a notícia do dia (Contributo artístico TVI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GgDLmznuvI21EHVU_fGM9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S48xuTwHhRI/AAAAAAAADT4/M0bmuQ28V1k/s800/tvi_headlinesMouraguedesBalsemao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela fala em chamadas ao rei, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele não atende ao sábado (&lt;a href="http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/politica/balsemao-manuela-governo-tvi-tvi24-parlamento/1144264-4072.html?sdad" target="_blank"&gt;leitura obrigatória&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relacionadas: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nova foto de Maddie | &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tempo vai piorar mais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;arte: print screen @ adobe photoshop / 2010.03.03 , 03h56&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/1292969082138055693-5742082115544604528?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5742082115544604528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-telefones-de-moura-guedes-e-balsemao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/5742082115544604528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/5742082115544604528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-telefones-de-moura-guedes-e-balsemao.html' title='Os telefones de Moura Guedes e Balsemão ou Como resumir a notícia do dia (Contributo artístico TVI)'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S48xuTwHhRI/AAAAAAAADT4/M0bmuQ28V1k/s72-c/tvi_headlinesMouraguedesBalsemao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-1884144051833486597</id><published>2010-03-03T00:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:44:09.393Z</updated><title type='text'>Kill Festival RTP da Canção Kill &lt; Bang Bang &gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S42tkRb7MeI/AAAAAAAADTM/AhM6HK81wvQ/s800/test1design%20festivalrtp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;: Tendo que acompanhar, por variadíssimas e todas elas boas razões, as programações televisivas, nunca deixo de surpreender-me com as opções dos programadores. A RTP1 saiu-se agora com uma de génio: colou o Kill Bill volume 1 ao Festival RTP da Canção (igualmente volume 1 = 1.ª semifinal), dois “thrillers” de êxito garantido. Não sei se foi impressão minha, mas na minha tv pseudoHD o colorido logo do festival ficou ainda colado à cara da Noiva Uma Thurman a escorrer pedaços de carne e riachos de belo sangue p/b. E, por fim, fez-se música nesta noite televisiva: tocou o Bang Bang de Nancy Reagan. A cada um o seu pop. Entre tiros à musica, o que mais me pasma é que o Kill Bill volume 2 não é transmitido na 5.ª, dia do Festival RTP volume 2, mas sim amanhã. Na 5.ª, aí sim, já falamos de programação coerente: a seguir ao festival passa Quarto Crescente, programa Júlio Isidro. Já agora, não se vá pensar que não sei do que falo: a canção que irá representar Portugal no Eurofestival tem batida light discoibiza com laivos balcãs e um ligeiro travo a carrinhos de choque, i.e., perfeita para enviar para Oslo: chama-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzC9u41fwvo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Canta Por Mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-1884144051833486597?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1884144051833486597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/kill-festival-da-cancao-killkill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/1884144051833486597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/1884144051833486597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/kill-festival-da-cancao-killkill.html' title='Kill Festival RTP da Canção Kill &lt; Bang Bang &gt;'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S42tkRb7MeI/AAAAAAAADTM/AhM6HK81wvQ/s72-c/test1design%20festivalrtp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-1609270057698537542</id><published>2010-02-24T04:56:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:11:18.615Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim burton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice'/><title type='text'>Subitamente, Tim Burton penetrou no túnel do metro do Cais do Sodré e deu por si no Túnel das Amoreiras. Estava atrasado para o cinema.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.metrolisboa.pt/Default.aspx?tabid=449" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S4Sy9n8RtjI/AAAAAAAADSg/hmEkZeBirPg/s400/coelhoAnt%C3%B3nioDacosta.jpg" border="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441671021533967922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="800" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsg1y2ZrPfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsg1y2ZrPfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="800" 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/1292969082138055693-1609270057698537542?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1609270057698537542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/02/subitamente-tim-burton-penetro-no-tunel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/1609270057698537542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/1609270057698537542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/02/subitamente-tim-burton-penetro-no-tunel.html' title='Subitamente, Tim Burton penetrou no túnel do metro do Cais do Sodré e deu por si no Túnel das Amoreiras. Estava atrasado para o cinema.'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/S4Sy9n8RtjI/AAAAAAAADSg/hmEkZeBirPg/s72-c/coelhoAnt%C3%B3nioDacosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-5880190740133126686</id><published>2010-02-20T15:34:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:14:44.118Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escarnio e maldizer'/><title type='text'>Ratazana La del Barrio</title><content type='html'>Estou a divertir-me com &lt;a href="http://ipsilon.publico.pt/livros/texto.aspx?id=250369" target="_blank"&gt;um artigo do Y sobre a falta de jeito dos escritores portugueses para abordar o sexo nos seus livro&lt;/a&gt;. E ocorreu-me que não é só nesta questão do sexo literário que ficamos muito atrás de outros países. Por exemplo, está muito perdida a antiga arte das cantigas de escárnio e maldizer. Não consigo lembrar-me de uma canção portuguesa que, nem digo se equipare, mas se aproxime do nível desta preciosidade, cantiga já de culto da mexicana Paquita La del Barrio: "Rata de Dos Patas" (Ratazana de Duas Patas). Aproveitei para traduzir a letra e aqui fica, na esperança de que algum artista da nossa praça se inspire (com um retoque ou dois, está até pronta para ser adaptada a uma versão lusa deste hino).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="800"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G03edz_1DmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/G03edz_1DmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="800" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ratazana* de Duas Patas - Paquita A do Bairro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ratazana imunda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;animal rasteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escória da vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;espantalho mal-amanhado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infra-humano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;espectro do Inferno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maldito calhorda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quanto mal me fizeste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cobra peçonhenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desperdício de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;odeio-te e desprezo-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ratazana de duas patas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou a falar contigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque um bicho rasteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mesmo sendo o mais maldito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comparado contigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem te chega aos calcanhares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maldita sanguessuga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maldita barata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que infectas onde picas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que feres e que matas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verme (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ratazana de duas patas (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ESTÁS A OUVIR-ME, Ò INÚTIL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HIENA DO INFERNO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUANTO TE ODEIO E TE DESPREZO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maldita sanguessuga (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verme (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ratazana de duas patas (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Numa versão mais brejeira, também pode ser aceitável o mais poético Rata de Duas Patas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-5880190740133126686?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5880190740133126686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/02/ratazana-la-del-barrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/5880190740133126686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/5880190740133126686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/02/ratazana-la-del-barrio.html' title='Ratazana La del Barrio'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-2852954147950354869</id><published>2010-01-05T18:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:47:34.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingua'/><title type='text'>Nova palavra do Dia : Despagado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Despagado (do espanhol Despagado via falso amigo) : Como se sente quem esperava receber a paga por algo e não a recebe em seu devido tempo (ou nunca). Verbo despagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Exemplo de utilização : O João ainda não recebeu o salário, apesar de já ser dia 5 de Janeiro. Ele sente-se despagado. "Sinto-me despagado", diz o João. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-2852954147950354869?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2852954147950354869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/01/nova-palavra-do-dia-despagado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/2852954147950354869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/2852954147950354869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/01/nova-palavra-do-dia-despagado.html' title='Nova palavra do Dia : Despagado'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-740855928737792783</id><published>2010-01-05T18:23:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:32:08.269Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoria futura'/><title type='text'>frase do dia: se deus existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se Deus existe, o problema é dele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;frase um dia escrita num muro lisboeta segundo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="artigo-autor"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/opiniao/interior.aspx?content_id=1462011&amp;amp;seccao=Ferreira%20Fernandes&amp;amp;tag=Opini%E3o%20-%20Em%20Foco"&gt;FERREIRA FERNANDES&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/opiniao/interior.aspx?content_id=1462011&amp;amp;seccao=Ferreira%20Fernandes&amp;amp;tag=Opini%E3o%20-%20Em%20Foco"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;DN um ponto é tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/opiniao/interior.aspx?content_id=1462011&amp;amp;seccao=Ferreira%20Fernandes&amp;amp;tag=Opini%E3o%20-%20Em%20Foco"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O direito à blasfémia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-740855928737792783?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/740855928737792783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/01/frase-do-dia-se-deus-existe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/740855928737792783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/740855928737792783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2010/01/frase-do-dia-se-deus-existe.html' title='frase do dia: se deus existe'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-3103434405801723393</id><published>2009-12-17T15:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:39:56.123Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='país país'/><title type='text'>o casamento gay, carne e verbo - contranatural era a tua mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; "&gt;O que o Governo faz é limitar-se a legislar sobre o que existe. Contranatura? Contranatural seria não existir legislação sobre casais que vivem em economia comum e que portanto, para direitos e deveres, interessam ao Estado. Logo, a haver um referendo seria sobre a proibição de dois homens terem uma vida sexual em comum (digamos, como se fossem minaretes). A verborreia contra este projecto de lei apenas revela a ignorância de muitos, como se lê, sobre o que significa viver num Estado de direito.&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/1292969082138055693-3103434405801723393?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3103434405801723393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-casamento-gay-carne-e-verbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/3103434405801723393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/3103434405801723393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-casamento-gay-carne-e-verbo.html' title='o casamento gay, carne e verbo - contranatural era a tua mãe'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-5324979832094881902</id><published>2009-11-27T17:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:37:02.425Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graçola'/><title type='text'>ora deixa cá pensar numa graçola para o meu novo blog: hum cá vai: Bruno Nogueira e Bruno Aleixo fundem-se criando 3.º maior humorista português</title><content type='html'>Para enfrentar a crise, de imaginação e financeira, os Brunos decidiram fundir-se após longos minutos de negociações. "A mim dá-me jeito o pêlo", disse nogueira, enquanto aleixo preferiu destacar "que não lhe ficam nada mal mais uns centímetros de altura" - o cão adianta ainda como mais-valia: "também acho graça a dormir com a Rueff". O processo de fusão ainda nao está decidido mas o nome deverá ser Bruno Nogueira Aleixo. Porém, Aleixo é algo crítico e não está convencido: "falta ali um bruno no nome e quase que aposto que é o meu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; volta depois que se calhar ainda faço um boneco para ilustrar o post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-5324979832094881902?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5324979832094881902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/ora-deixa-ca-pensar-numa-gracola-para-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/5324979832094881902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/5324979832094881902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/ora-deixa-ca-pensar-numa-gracola-para-o.html' title='ora deixa cá pensar numa graçola para o meu novo blog: hum cá vai: Bruno Nogueira e Bruno Aleixo fundem-se criando 3.º maior humorista português'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-7965381740280721988</id><published>2009-11-02T17:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:15:55.674Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neoconceptualizaçao'/><title type='text'>Declaração de Intenções</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/Su8dxZUKD4I/AAAAAAAADEg/FsCGXCpu9Gw/s400/carroinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399567212686741378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chegou-me como metáfora do alentejo. o autor que dê um passo em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-7965381740280721988?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7965381740280721988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/declaracao-de-intencoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/7965381740280721988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/7965381740280721988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/declaracao-de-intencoes.html' title='Declaração de Intenções'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJZHyVfgQF4/Su8dxZUKD4I/AAAAAAAADEg/FsCGXCpu9Gw/s72-c/carroinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292969082138055693.post-563549390052690489</id><published>2009-11-02T17:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:57:08.736Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duvidas existenciais'/><title type='text'>Blogues, the new black</title><content type='html'>Estrear um blogue numa altura destas poderá classificar-se como quê? Pós-moderno? pré-pós? passadista? Os blogues já são o vinil da net? Qualquer blogue é vintage mesmo que nascido amanhã? Neuro-espelho será bom nome? Olá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292969082138055693-563549390052690489?l=neuroespelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/feeds/563549390052690489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogues-new-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/563549390052690489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292969082138055693/posts/default/563549390052690489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroespelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogues-new-black.html' title='Blogues, the new black'/><author><name>Luis J Santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
