<?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-30376504</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:37:41.703+01:00</updated><category term='Musica'/><category term='Ficção'/><category term='Arte'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Na guitarra'/><title type='text'>na curva da estrada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>630</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-6386367930604573021</id><published>2009-08-03T08:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:27:20.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnaPP_M5U2I/AAAAAAAACDU/iqcJm3wkzpw/s1600-h/3784311766_dc97a1be57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnaPP_M5U2I/AAAAAAAACDU/iqcJm3wkzpw/s400/3784311766_dc97a1be57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365633510884856674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De volta de Malmo. O baptizado foi excelente, bastante trabalhoso mas correu muito bem. Foi bom ter estado com a família sueca e, além do castelhano (por razões óbvias) vou ter que insistir alguma coisa no sueco. Foi um bom período para ler, principalmente Robert Doisneau e a Basic Critical Theory for Photographers. Além de que (por não dormir, há sol desde as 4h) pude reflectir bastante, assim (e finalmente) compreendi a importância do luto, para tudo na vida. Começo então uma nova fase, primeiro pelo luto e depois se verá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-6386367930604573021?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6386367930604573021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=6386367930604573021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6386367930604573021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6386367930604573021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnaPP_M5U2I/AAAAAAAACDU/iqcJm3wkzpw/s72-c/3784311766_dc97a1be57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3923152462817088094</id><published>2009-07-29T21:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:08:08.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na gulbenkian</title><content type='html'>Mais um final de dia, meio arrastado pela noite mal dormida não resisti, peguei na 35mm, no filtro verde, e foi deixar fluir, sentir o percurso por um banco de ferro, as gotas de água que decoravam o bebedouro, as palavras nos toldos... tudo poesia, é preciso olhos para ver e muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCriHaM9dI/AAAAAAAACDM/TPwQPmDmdJw/s1600-h/DSC_1164+done+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCriHaM9dI/AAAAAAAACDM/TPwQPmDmdJw/s400/DSC_1164+done+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363975758791112146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCrbS8BA8I/AAAAAAAACDE/mwhazjn3FbE/s1600-h/DSC_1131+done+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCrbS8BA8I/AAAAAAAACDE/mwhazjn3FbE/s400/DSC_1131+done+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363975641626641346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCrWI7p1VI/AAAAAAAACC8/pCPhAsV4OVE/s1600-h/DSC_1130+done+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCrWI7p1VI/AAAAAAAACC8/pCPhAsV4OVE/s400/DSC_1130+done+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363975553041421650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCrROy6ayI/AAAAAAAACC0/MTq945V8gA0/s1600-h/DSC_1128+done+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCrROy6ayI/AAAAAAAACC0/MTq945V8gA0/s400/DSC_1128+done+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363975468716026658" 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/30376504-3923152462817088094?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3923152462817088094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3923152462817088094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3923152462817088094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3923152462817088094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-gulbenkian.html' title='Na gulbenkian'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SnCriHaM9dI/AAAAAAAACDM/TPwQPmDmdJw/s72-c/DSC_1164+done+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2607940176883589270</id><published>2009-07-28T07:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:58:39.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA MUJER.... Según GABO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm6hHD4HRsI/AAAAAAAACCs/J06PMqqILsY/s1600-h/DSC_0966+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm6hHD4HRsI/AAAAAAAACCs/J06PMqqILsY/s400/DSC_0966+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363401348916659906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(gracias madie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si aún no ha pasado el bisturí por tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;si no tienes implantes de silicona en alguna parte de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;si los gorditos no te generan trauma,&lt;br /&gt;si nunca has sufrido de anorexia,&lt;br /&gt;si tu estatura no afecta tu desarrollo personal,&lt;br /&gt;si cuando vas a la playa prefieres divertirte en el mar y no estar sobre una toalla durante horas,&lt;br /&gt;si crees que la fidelidad sí es posible y la practicas,&lt;br /&gt;si sabes cómo se prepara un arroz,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes preparar un almuerzo completo,&lt;br /&gt;si tu prioridad no es ser rubia a como de lugar,&lt;br /&gt;si no te levantas a las 4:00 a.m. para poder alcanzar a hacerte el blower,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes salir con saco de sudadera tranquila a la calle sin una gota de maquillaje...&lt;br /&gt;ESTÁS EN VÍA DE EXTINCIÓN.... BIENVENIDA! EL DULCE SABOR&lt;br /&gt;DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA (por Gabriel García Márquez)&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a sus pies,&lt;br /&gt;si no aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace realmente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca,&lt;br /&gt;ni la que tiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más llamativo,&lt;br /&gt;es aquella que con tan sólo una franca y abierta&lt;br /&gt;sonrisa y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos,&lt;br /&gt;ni más cargos académicos, es aquella que sacrifica su sueño&lt;br /&gt;temporalmente por hacer felices a los demás.&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente (aunque si me&lt;br /&gt;preguntan a mí, todas las mujeres son muy ardientes... Los&lt;br /&gt;que estamos fuera de foco somos los hombres ) sino la que&lt;br /&gt;vibra al hacer el amor solamente con el hombre que ama.&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer interesante no es aquella que se siente halagada&lt;br /&gt;al ser admirada por su belleza y elegancia, es aquella mujer&lt;br /&gt;firme de carácter que puede decir NO.&lt;br /&gt;Y un HOMBRE........UN HOMBRE EXQUISITO es aquel que valora a una mujer así...&lt;br /&gt;Que se siente orgulloso de tenerla como compañera....&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe tocarla como un músico virtuosísimo toca su amado instrumento...&lt;br /&gt;Que lucha a su lado compartiendo todos sus roles, desde lavar platos y atender tripones, hasta devolverle los masajes y cuidados que ella le prodigó antes...&lt;br /&gt;La verdad, compañeros hombres, es que las mujeres en eso de ser&lt;br /&gt;'Muy machas' nos llevan gran recorrido...&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué tontos hemos sido -y somos- cuando valoramos el&lt;br /&gt;regalo solamente por la vistosidad de su empaque...&lt;br /&gt;¡Tonto y mil veces tonto el hombre que come mierda en la&lt;br /&gt;calle, teniendo un exquisitímo manjar en casa.&lt;br /&gt;-Gabriel Garcia Marquez-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2607940176883589270?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2607940176883589270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2607940176883589270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2607940176883589270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2607940176883589270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-mujer-segun-gabo.html' title='LA MUJER.... Según GABO'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm6hHD4HRsI/AAAAAAAACCs/J06PMqqILsY/s72-c/DSC_0966+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3652208580808350634</id><published>2009-07-27T08:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:19:45.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia no Bar Txikito Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1UH55LiDI/AAAAAAAACCc/XbKc-O6W6A8/s1600-h/DSC_1023+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1UH55LiDI/AAAAAAAACCc/XbKc-O6W6A8/s400/DSC_1023+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363035226044598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1T9IcdeBI/AAAAAAAACCU/dM1ZM8TYXaU/s1600-h/DSC_1029+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1T9IcdeBI/AAAAAAAACCU/dM1ZM8TYXaU/s400/DSC_1029+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363035040972109842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1Tn8D_uwI/AAAAAAAACCM/i_lKf1faLVM/s1600-h/DSC_1043+done+joao+magalhaes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1Tn8D_uwI/AAAAAAAACCM/i_lKf1faLVM/s400/DSC_1043+done+joao+magalhaes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363034676871019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1TSIFIFdI/AAAAAAAACCE/2cyoO1AITcY/s1600-h/DSC_1001+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1TSIFIFdI/AAAAAAAACCE/2cyoO1AITcY/s400/DSC_1001+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363034302139864530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E um final de tarde, de domingo, passado com o Clicsboa no Bar Txikito Club, em frente ao miradouro de São Pedro de Alcântara, no Bairro Alto. Meninas, babem-se com os "cocktails" ;)&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/30376504-3652208580808350634?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3652208580808350634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3652208580808350634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3652208580808350634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3652208580808350634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/07/fotografia-no-bar-txikito-club.html' title='Fotografia no Bar Txikito Club'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sm1UH55LiDI/AAAAAAAACCc/XbKc-O6W6A8/s72-c/DSC_1023+done+joao+magalhaes+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2491221867984573531</id><published>2009-07-26T11:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:29:33.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Margarida em depressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmwvYumcKkI/AAAAAAAACB8/k3R3ZQj--CE/s1600-h/3757748432_5412a6fb50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362713358164044354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmwvYumcKkI/AAAAAAAACB8/k3R3ZQj--CE/s400/3757748432_5412a6fb50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando fotografo, olho as minha emoões reflectidas no objecto congelado pelo momento. É um princípio de engano, de ilusão, é um momento único que apenas eu vi e, principalmente, senti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um coincidência? Um saber olhar para o que se está à procura? Não sei, calha acontecer e há que estar preparado para o que se quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2491221867984573531?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2491221867984573531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2491221867984573531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2491221867984573531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2491221867984573531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/07/margarida-em-depressao.html' title='Margarida em depressão'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmwvYumcKkI/AAAAAAAACB8/k3R3ZQj--CE/s72-c/3757748432_5412a6fb50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3176652269608762300</id><published>2009-07-24T08:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:46:43.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmllBvmAC7I/AAAAAAAACB0/hVfXWVdNJ98/s1600-h/3750073143_37eca57350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmllBvmAC7I/AAAAAAAACB0/hVfXWVdNJ98/s400/3750073143_37eca57350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361927911991413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um início de noite na boca do inferno, com a Guia ao fundo. As visitas ao inferno são sempre uma questão de estado de espírito e, nesta descida, encontrei tranquilidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-3176652269608762300?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3176652269608762300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3176652269608762300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3176652269608762300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3176652269608762300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-inicio-de-noite-na-boca-do-inferno.html' title=''/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmllBvmAC7I/AAAAAAAACB0/hVfXWVdNJ98/s72-c/3750073143_37eca57350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8330509238651268560</id><published>2009-07-23T08:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:35:03.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmgSEEV7VdI/AAAAAAAACBs/-10BhoWEKrk/s1600-h/auto_retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmgSEEV7VdI/AAAAAAAACBs/-10BhoWEKrk/s400/auto_retrato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361555217479062994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estava em mais um auto-passeio fotográfico em Algés e encontrei algumas semelhanças entre o estado de espírito e a placa plantada na praia. A sombra projectada é também a referência do que agora há, à espera de um sol mais duro de meio-dia que a anule por completo.&lt;br /&gt;É um auto-retrato de múltiplas perspectivas e projecções.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8330509238651268560?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8330509238651268560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8330509238651268560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8330509238651268560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8330509238651268560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/07/auto-retrato.html' title='Auto-retrato'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SmgSEEV7VdI/AAAAAAAACBs/-10BhoWEKrk/s72-c/auto_retrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3169038037699466089</id><published>2009-06-23T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:54:23.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SkDeYj21ccI/AAAAAAAACA0/LMjacBN8eCo/s1600-h/DSC_0012-done-small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SkDeYj21ccI/AAAAAAAACA0/LMjacBN8eCo/s400/DSC_0012-done-small1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350520870839611842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma experiência interessante entre grades&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/30376504-3169038037699466089?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3169038037699466089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3169038037699466089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3169038037699466089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3169038037699466089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/06/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SkDeYj21ccI/AAAAAAAACA0/LMjacBN8eCo/s72-c/DSC_0012-done-small1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7283672451543500647</id><published>2009-03-09T08:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:22:43.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SbTRLSVk0vI/AAAAAAAAB9A/UWi_RFrvzuo/s1600-h/poster_watchmen_ver14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SbTRLSVk0vI/AAAAAAAAB9A/UWi_RFrvzuo/s320/poster_watchmen_ver14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311099852407755506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Who watches the watchmen?" - Eu vi e gostei :)&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me perfeitamente da primeira vez que li a banda-desenhada, uma dita "graphic novel" e era isso mesmo, uma autêntica "novel" ilustrada, Alan Moore e Dave Gibbons foram elevados a semi-deuses. O filme mantém-se praticamente fiel à história, com todos os pormenorzinhos nos devidos sítios, incluindo partes anatómicas masculinas :)&lt;br /&gt;Os personagens estão quase todos bem escolhidos, exceptuando a "Miss Jupiter" (aqui em cima, por uma questão anatómica) e o "Ozymandias" (que estava quase quase lá).&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, aconselho a ver o filme e a ler a banda-desenhada (de preferência em inglês), não pensem que é apenas mais um filme de efeitos especiais e violência, há muito por trás que dá que pensar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7283672451543500647?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7283672451543500647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7283672451543500647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7283672451543500647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7283672451543500647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SbTRLSVk0vI/AAAAAAAAB9A/UWi_RFrvzuo/s72-c/poster_watchmen_ver14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4027943414505910379</id><published>2009-03-07T10:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:34:29.658Z</updated><title type='text'>Valley of flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SbJNnTQCf-I/AAAAAAAAB8w/fANpTDW5LBU/s1600-h/valley-of-flowers-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SbJNnTQCf-I/AAAAAAAAB8w/fANpTDW5LBU/s320/valley-of-flowers-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310392248201019362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma passagem pelos himalaias... aquelas paisagens, aquelas paisagens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4027943414505910379?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4027943414505910379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4027943414505910379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4027943414505910379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4027943414505910379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/03/valley-of-flowers.html' title='Valley of flowers'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SbJNnTQCf-I/AAAAAAAAB8w/fANpTDW5LBU/s72-c/valley-of-flowers-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8967657781426910748</id><published>2009-03-04T08:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:53:22.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Nas transições</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sa5AJxgfY8I/AAAAAAAAB8g/9GDzbL1LYyw/s1600-h/transition.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sa5AJxgfY8I/AAAAAAAAB8g/9GDzbL1LYyw/s320/transition.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309251547369006018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais uma pessoa que transitou neste processo de vida, provando a nossa mortalidade, permitindo reflectir sobre os momentos continuos da vida. Seremos conhecidos pelo nosso ultimo dia, só por uma fase, por tudo, pela opinião de alguém? E terá realmente isso importância?&lt;br /&gt;Não tem, de certeza, mas que a nossa consciência nos impele a fazer o melhor. Da minha parte tenho um longo luto a fazer, luto de reflexão sobre vários aspectos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8967657781426910748?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8967657781426910748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8967657781426910748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8967657781426910748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8967657781426910748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/03/nas-transicoes.html' title='Nas transições'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/Sa5AJxgfY8I/AAAAAAAAB8g/9GDzbL1LYyw/s72-c/transition.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7929309215815273921</id><published>2009-02-19T08:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:17:17.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Meditações hebraicas</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/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZ0VcyTWWoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/u9Uyn5L_Cmk/s1600-h/Moraine_Lake,_Banff_National_Park,_Canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZ0VcyTWWoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/u9Uyn5L_Cmk/s320/Moraine_Lake,_Banff_National_Park,_Canada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304419520395762306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida é um lago de emoções que temos de percorrer, sem nos afogar.&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/30376504-7929309215815273921?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7929309215815273921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7929309215815273921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7929309215815273921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7929309215815273921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/meditacoes-hebraicas.html' title='Meditações hebraicas'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZ0VcyTWWoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/u9Uyn5L_Cmk/s72-c/Moraine_Lake,_Banff_National_Park,_Canada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-565875577074558086</id><published>2009-02-18T08:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:54:56.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Lá caí em tentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZvMt8rXRsI/AAAAAAAAB8A/00WoSkWVyAc/s1600-h/espada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZvMt8rXRsI/AAAAAAAAB8A/00WoSkWVyAc/s320/espada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304058075913078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em boa conversa sobre o meu fim de leitura da "águia do império", apercebi-me que havia mais livros da mesma colecção e, na editora "Saida de Emergência" o número 2  (O Voo da Água) estava com 40% de promoção e pronto, não resisti, assim como não resisti à "Espada de Átila", também em promoção e como fiz duas compras, a editora oferecia um livro, "Deuses e Legiões".... pronto, a perdição está lançada e rendo-me a um período de nostalgia romana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-565875577074558086?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/565875577074558086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=565875577074558086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/565875577074558086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/565875577074558086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-cai-em-tentacao.html' title='Lá caí em tentação'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZvMt8rXRsI/AAAAAAAAB8A/00WoSkWVyAc/s72-c/espada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4866158170877116883</id><published>2009-02-16T11:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:24:04.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao fds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZlMcVdFJbI/AAAAAAAAB7w/DEUutjtAbT0/s1600-h/15022009226small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZlMcVdFJbI/AAAAAAAAB7w/DEUutjtAbT0/s320/15022009226small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303354085884634546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim-de-semana, foi sem dúvida uma alegoria ao bem-estar, depois da maneira como acabei o dia de trabalho na sexta, só podia :)&lt;br /&gt;Acabei a "Àguia do Império" e lá pintei o "quadro", uma alegoria ao crescimento (felizmente só eu percebo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4866158170877116883?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4866158170877116883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4866158170877116883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4866158170877116883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4866158170877116883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-fim-de-semana-foi-sem-duvida-uma.html' title='Ao fds'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZlMcVdFJbI/AAAAAAAAB7w/DEUutjtAbT0/s72-c/15022009226small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8060562846638586004</id><published>2009-02-14T07:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:21:16.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Fringe</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/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZZ3O_HlHdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/I6sYcsOHcnI/s1600-h/fringe_ink_aith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZZ3O_HlHdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/I6sYcsOHcnI/s320/fringe_ink_aith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302556710620437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uuuuuuuuuh spooky, obrigado pela dica, Sandrinha :)&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/30376504-8060562846638586004?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8060562846638586004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8060562846638586004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8060562846638586004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8060562846638586004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/fringe.html' title='Fringe'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZZ3O_HlHdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/I6sYcsOHcnI/s72-c/fringe_ink_aith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3723758381862704824</id><published>2009-02-11T08:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:31:30.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Rebenta a banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZKMp2H-d0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/vKNWB-_Um68/s1600-h/800px-Banana_republic.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZKMp2H-d0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/vKNWB-_Um68/s320/800px-Banana_republic.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301454361899988802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os últimos ingredientes, para a panela de pressão, tornam-se cómicos pelo ridículo da sua essência.&lt;br /&gt;Temos o Santana Lopes a candidatar-se à CML e já corre tinta com as possibilidades de ganhar (não sei se os lisboetas sofrem de alguma doença venérea relacionada com o esquecimento da imbecilidade). Temos o BPN, BPP e Banco de Portugal, a culpa morre solteira e provavelmente ninguém será culpado além do contribuinte que vai pagar. Finalmente, o morango azedo em cima do bolo, a igreja católica, com a sua profunda sabedoria, apela ao voto contra o PS por este querer legalizar os casamentos homosexuais. Parece que a igreja preferia meter os homosexuais num gheto e quem sabe, usar algumas receitas culinárias alemãs de há uns 60 anos atrás. Depois dos padres pedófilos e sei lá mais o quê, seria bom que a igreja fechasse portas e fosse gozar uma boa reforma para outro lado (note-se que falo da instituição e não da ideologia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-3723758381862704824?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3723758381862704824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3723758381862704824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3723758381862704824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3723758381862704824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/rebenta-banana.html' title='Rebenta a banana'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SZKMp2H-d0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/vKNWB-_Um68/s72-c/800px-Banana_republic.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7659700489414209144</id><published>2009-02-09T08:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:48:33.731Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um livrinho</title><content type='html'>"A Águia do Império" de Simon Scarrow, da nova colecção de livros de bolso da Bertrand, é um tema empolgante e que me deixa absolutamente viciado. A excelente capacidade descritiva de Scarrow leva-me ao lugar e ao tempo, permitindo-me saborear um nutritivo alimento à imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Afastado de Roma devido a uma conspiração que envolve o próprio Imperador, o jovem Quintus Cato, amante das letras e da vida no palácio, chega à Germânia para se inscrever como recruta na Segunda Legião, a mais temida e afamada dos exércitos de Roma.E se a adaptação aos rigores da vida militar já se revela terrivelmente difícil, o jovem ainda tem de enfrentar o desprezo dos camaradas quando descobrem que, graças aos contactos que tem em Roma, Cato vai receber um posto superior ao deles: o de lugar-tenente de Macro, o mais experiente e destemido de todos os centuriões. Para recuperar o respeito dos camaradas, Cato vai ter de provar a sua coragem contra as sanguinárias tribos germânicas. E se sobreviver, o pior ainda está para vir: a Segunda Legião vai ser enviada para uma terra de barbaridade sem paralelo, a nebulosa e distante Britânia. E ele e Macro, escolhidos para uma missão secreta repleta de intrigas, que ameaçam não só as suas vidas, mas também o futuro do Império.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7659700489414209144?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7659700489414209144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7659700489414209144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7659700489414209144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7659700489414209144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-um-livrinho.html' title='Mais um livrinho'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3795122507483653890</id><published>2009-02-05T08:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:53:59.217Z</updated><title type='text'>The Killers - human</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvVOoCKjonY&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/wvVOoCKjonY&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/30376504-3795122507483653890?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3795122507483653890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3795122507483653890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3795122507483653890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3795122507483653890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/killers-human.html' title='The Killers - human'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7370208450343487328</id><published>2009-02-04T21:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:28:04.578Z</updated><title type='text'>As nossas montanhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SYoITeBR7JI/AAAAAAAAB6g/e1rGM68qNQU/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SYoITeBR7JI/AAAAAAAAB6g/e1rGM68qNQU/s320/mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299057042123779218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por vezes temos que subir à mais alta das montanhas para respirar outro ar, mesmo que esse ar seja rarefeito, mesmo que a dor da subida seja intensa, levando-nos ao máximo dos nossos limites, o ar que respiraremos será sempre mais puro e a vitória de mais um cume torna-se o primeiro passo para o seguinte. Há sempre uma montanha à nossa espera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7370208450343487328?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7370208450343487328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7370208450343487328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7370208450343487328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7370208450343487328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-nossas-montanhas.html' title='As nossas montanhas'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SYoITeBR7JI/AAAAAAAAB6g/e1rGM68qNQU/s72-c/mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1726227166972449761</id><published>2009-02-03T08:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:34:20.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas "des"portivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SYgBdas2gnI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/BDmdCmCYXRs/s1600-h/radio-internet_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SYgBdas2gnI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/BDmdCmCYXRs/s320/radio-internet_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298486566496666226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nunca percebi porque é que em dia de jogo a TSF, RCP, RR, Antena 1 e sei lá mais quais, passam todas ao mesmo tempo umas quantas horas de futebol deixando o universo da informação, rendida à opção do rádio desligado. Agora com a candidatura de Portugal e Espanha a mais uma organização de campeonato (nem sei qual) há a hipótse de dar mais um óptimo tiro nos pés para enterrar dinheiro em estádios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1726227166972449761?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1726227166972449761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1726227166972449761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1726227166972449761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1726227166972449761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/duvidas-desportivas.html' title='Dúvidas &quot;des&quot;portivas'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SYgBdas2gnI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/BDmdCmCYXRs/s72-c/radio-internet_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4600513290668890828</id><published>2009-01-27T08:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:56:40.203Z</updated><title type='text'>A comunicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SX7MP5Z9xqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/QJXKqTTrZuk/s1600-h/42-17666097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SX7MP5Z9xqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/QJXKqTTrZuk/s320/42-17666097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295894785314113186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estive a meditar sobre a comunicação e as suas questões e apercebi-me que comunicar não tem unicamente a ver com a palavra falada ou escrita. Comunicamos através dos cinco sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Com a entrega, o saber escutar, um sentido sobre o bem geral e o conhecimento dos códigos de comunicação, tornamos todo o processo mais simples, ficando a faltar as reacções do receptor e emissor.&lt;br /&gt;Se é fácil comunicar? Até pode ser mas as reacções ditarão o seu sucesso ou fracasso. Antes de sermos mentais, somos emocionais, sensíveis. Não se admirem de ser mais fácil de falar com outrém por telemóvel ou chat, mesmo que essa pessoa esteja a dois centimetros de distância, esta facilidade vem da necessidade consciente ou inconsciente de mascarar as emoções.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4600513290668890828?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4600513290668890828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4600513290668890828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4600513290668890828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4600513290668890828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/comunicacao.html' title='A comunicação'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SX7MP5Z9xqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/QJXKqTTrZuk/s72-c/42-17666097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1612431722693183118</id><published>2009-01-26T10:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:49:16.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz ano do búfalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SX2VBzrEG9I/AAAAAAAAB58/S7d4gg1mBMM/s1600-h/chinese-ox-small.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SX2VBzrEG9I/AAAAAAAAB58/S7d4gg1mBMM/s320/chinese-ox-small.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295552595140811730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pelos vistos a mensagem deste ano novo é "Sem sacrifício nada se faz. É tempo de colher o que se semeia."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1612431722693183118?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1612431722693183118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1612431722693183118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1612431722693183118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1612431722693183118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-do-bfalo.html' title='Feliz ano do búfalo'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SX2VBzrEG9I/AAAAAAAAB58/S7d4gg1mBMM/s72-c/chinese-ox-small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2679592794878555562</id><published>2009-01-23T08:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:10:22.478Z</updated><title type='text'>Revisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXmJQMKmArI/AAAAAAAAB48/ip_pucpLydw/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXmJQMKmArI/AAAAAAAAB48/ip_pucpLydw/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294413748187300530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há sempre uma altura em que faço uma revisão de vida e medito sobre o que deixo de obra cá. Não se trata de obra física, essa é temporal, nem de filhos, esses viverão as suas próprias vidas e farão o que terão a fazer, trata-se sim do que eu construí em mim como pessoa e nas ideias que deixei traduzidas do "mundo das ideias" para o concreto.&lt;br /&gt;Resultados? Sou muito exigente por isso sabe sempre a pouco, de qualquer forma não consigo quantificar ou qualificar. Lembro-me de um papelinho que encontrei certo dia que necessitava, onde estava escrito "no dia em que parares e disseres até aqui já basta, então estarás morto - Santo Agostinho".&lt;br /&gt;Note-se que em nada tem a ver com algum sentido moralista, nada disso, tem sim com o conseguir Ser Humano, da melhor forma possivel.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, no fim do tempo, espero conseguir ver se realmente elevei a consciência e fiz algo de jeito :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2679592794878555562?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2679592794878555562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2679592794878555562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2679592794878555562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2679592794878555562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/reviso.html' title='Revisão'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXmJQMKmArI/AAAAAAAAB48/ip_pucpLydw/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-6489089731149742000</id><published>2009-01-21T08:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:20:44.139Z</updated><title type='text'>Corto Maltese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXbah50EpRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/-RJxc8JEbys/s1600-h/210399834_be7c889c6b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXbah50EpRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/-RJxc8JEbys/s320/210399834_be7c889c6b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293658688010364178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente atingi a idade mental para compreender a profundidade das histórias do Corto Maltese, há sempre um tempo para tudo, mais cedo ou mais tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-6489089731149742000?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6489089731149742000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=6489089731149742000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6489089731149742000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6489089731149742000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/corto-maltese.html' title='Corto Maltese'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXbah50EpRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/-RJxc8JEbys/s72-c/210399834_be7c889c6b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2160607552893788315</id><published>2009-01-20T10:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:31:07.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem insultos</title><content type='html'>Quando receberem uma chamada de telemarketing, antes de insultarem o operador pensem no seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quem está a ligar é um funcionário a quem foi pedido para executar tal tarefa, quer ele goste ou não, quer seja lógica ou não&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um operador de call center tem trabalho precário&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ganha mal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passa o dia a "aturar" o mau feitio ou as carências dos clientes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Talvez valha a pena pensar um pouco se vale a pena insultar alguém que faz o seu trabalho e nada tem a ver com os nossos problemas. Não se esqueçam que muitas vezes apenas seguem um guião e nem sequer pertencem à empresa em causa.&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo isto, gostariam de trabalhar num call center? Então vale a pena não insultar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2160607552893788315?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2160607552893788315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2160607552893788315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2160607552893788315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2160607552893788315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-insultos.html' title='Sem insultos'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7159590053030556165</id><published>2009-01-18T12:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:14:12.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Der Rote Baron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXMqweHO8mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/mrsz3debVTU/s1600-h/DerRoteBaronPoster-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXMqweHO8mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/mrsz3debVTU/s320/DerRoteBaronPoster-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292620999295955554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um filme fabuloso, com a perspectiva germânica da primeira guerra mundial, sobre os cavaleiros do ar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7159590053030556165?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7159590053030556165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7159590053030556165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7159590053030556165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7159590053030556165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/der-rote-baron.html' title='Der Rote Baron'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXMqweHO8mI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/mrsz3debVTU/s72-c/DerRoteBaronPoster-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1785825522689003591</id><published>2009-01-16T08:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:14:21.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Viramos singstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXBBy1Q2AWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/346M_5VCcsI/s1600-h/PS2_Singstar_Pop_Hits_Screenshot_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXBBy1Q2AWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/346M_5VCcsI/s320/PS2_Singstar_Pop_Hits_Screenshot_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291801903707324770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois foi um serão de Buzz e Singstar. Devo dizer que é mesmo muito muito divertido :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1785825522689003591?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1785825522689003591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1785825522689003591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1785825522689003591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1785825522689003591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/viramos-singstar.html' title='Viramos singstar'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SXBBy1Q2AWI/AAAAAAAAB4I/346M_5VCcsI/s72-c/PS2_Singstar_Pop_Hits_Screenshot_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7085325651633272449</id><published>2009-01-15T08:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:03:30.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW77bifl8LI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Ud0DQ6wuVnI/s1600-h/nease_15012009_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW77bifl8LI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Ud0DQ6wuVnI/s320/nease_15012009_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291443062741266610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segundo ouvi hoje na rádio a prioridade continua a ser "caçar" o Bin Laden, vivo ou morto. Bem, tendo em consideração que desde que os EUA declararam guerra no Afeganistão que o mesmo passou a produzir 90% da droga distribuida mundialmente... nem sei o que dizer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7085325651633272449?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7085325651633272449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7085325651633272449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7085325651633272449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7085325651633272449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW77bifl8LI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Ud0DQ6wuVnI/s72-c/nease_15012009_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-645038998012054484</id><published>2009-01-15T08:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:36:48.839Z</updated><title type='text'>Tintin gay?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW71Rs_MpII/AAAAAAAAB34/3E3QSSJQyyw/s1600-h/tintin_narrowweb__300x384,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW71Rs_MpII/AAAAAAAAB34/3E3QSSJQyyw/s320/tintin_narrowweb__300x384,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436296689722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW71MN-1FpI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4yLpbpwDgI0/s1600-h/crocgai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW71MN-1FpI/AAAAAAAAB3w/4yLpbpwDgI0/s320/crocgai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291436202467333778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é verdade ou não mas dá que pensar, a pôpa no cabelo louro, a echarpe, as meias por cima das calças, a cadelinha ou cãozinho (mais uma, nunca foi provado o sexo do animal)... Que se pode dizer disto tudo, é quase como destruir o mito do pai natal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-645038998012054484?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/645038998012054484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=645038998012054484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/645038998012054484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/645038998012054484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/tintin-gay.html' title='Tintin gay?!'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SW71Rs_MpII/AAAAAAAAB34/3E3QSSJQyyw/s72-c/tintin_narrowweb__300x384,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-771042521051830974</id><published>2009-01-11T18:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:13:16.051Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta à guitarra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWo2rzmpI-I/AAAAAAAAB1s/W_ySVhp0Pis/s1600-h/guitarra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWo2rzmpI-I/AAAAAAAAB1s/W_ySVhp0Pis/s320/guitarra.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100838514631650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lá imprimi umas musicas e lá as toquei. É bom ;)&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/30376504-771042521051830974?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/771042521051830974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=771042521051830974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/771042521051830974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/771042521051830974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-volta-guitarra.html' title='De volta à guitarra'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWo2rzmpI-I/AAAAAAAAB1s/W_ySVhp0Pis/s72-c/guitarra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-6132064959079883351</id><published>2009-01-09T14:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:21:24.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Os sonhos, novamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWd5bIgD88I/AAAAAAAAB1k/tIqWCTRXYRs/s1600-h/gambia_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWd5bIgD88I/AAAAAAAAB1k/tIqWCTRXYRs/s320/gambia_beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329794415326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930), Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive um brevissimo sonho, onde ia para a Gâmbia montar um negócio de palmeiras que cresciam ultra rápido, incluindo umas em miniatura, óptimas para decorar salas. Bom, se alguém quiser aproveitar a ideia esteja à vontade, é que ir para a Gâmbia não está nos planos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-6132064959079883351?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6132064959079883351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=6132064959079883351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6132064959079883351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6132064959079883351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-sonhos-novamente.html' title='Os sonhos, novamente'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWd5bIgD88I/AAAAAAAAB1k/tIqWCTRXYRs/s72-c/gambia_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8343710612147866362</id><published>2009-01-09T08:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:31:53.651Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Só Flecha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWcLWZqpDKI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9TyGRp3RcfY/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWcLWZqpDKI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9TyGRp3RcfY/s320/mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289208766844701858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A estrada a minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É longa e estreita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só me restou uma flecha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E meu velho cavalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mal se aguenta em pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas se for preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltar ao combate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arreio o cavalo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Subo à sela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Corajoso cavaleiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É hora de enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minha última Batalha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É hora de escalar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Montanhas escarpadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buscando alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meus próprios limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É hora de nadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contra a corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dos rios caudalosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que rugem em minha’alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É hora de enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arenosos desertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em busca do Oásis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De paz e de calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a estrada à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda é longa e estreita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só me restou uma flecha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E meu velho cavalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mal se aguenta em pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas se for preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltar ao combate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arreio o cavalo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Subo à sela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Corajoso cavaleiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É hora de enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minha última Batalha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8343710612147866362?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8343710612147866362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8343710612147866362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8343710612147866362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8343710612147866362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/uma-s-flecha.html' title='Uma Só Flecha...'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWcLWZqpDKI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9TyGRp3RcfY/s72-c/mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5464244807720416694</id><published>2009-01-08T08:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:37:44.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Algumas coisas a dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWW7DoHzvAI/AAAAAAAAB1M/Zf4lAfzj6xc/s1600-h/fell_07012009_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/algumas-coisas-dizer.html' title='Algumas coisas a dizer'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWW7DoHzvAI/AAAAAAAAB1M/Zf4lAfzj6xc/s72-c/fell_07012009_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8621106700338973100</id><published>2009-01-07T23:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:07:22.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho até de noite</title><content type='html'>A noite passada sonhei com um senhor que se chamava Fulcanelli. Ora não conhecia o senhor e decidi procurar na wikipedia sobre ele. Bom, era alquimista do século passado e escreveu um "must" chamado o Mistério das Catedrais. Bem, depois da leitura lá percebi porque sonhei com ele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8621106700338973100?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8621106700338973100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8621106700338973100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8621106700338973100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8621106700338973100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/trabalho-at-de-noite.html' title='Trabalho até de noite'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8450774717849127722</id><published>2009-01-07T12:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:53:33.672Z</updated><title type='text'>PS online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWS_zUyUOFI/AAAAAAAAB08/RHkMosrQAb8/s1600-h/playstation+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWS_zUyUOFI/AAAAAAAAB08/RHkMosrQAb8/s320/playstation+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288562750913787986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finalmente, o wireless já está configurado e já funciona, demorou seis meses mas só prova que com tempo e estudo tudo vai lá, ontem já pude partilhar a minha alegria com mais um clã de trolls :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8450774717849127722?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8450774717849127722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8450774717849127722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8450774717849127722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8450774717849127722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-online.html' title='PS online'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWS_zUyUOFI/AAAAAAAAB08/RHkMosrQAb8/s72-c/playstation+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-6267239295341705901</id><published>2009-01-06T18:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:19:26.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia de Reis Magos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWOgmXjMU8I/AAAAAAAAB00/4FMO28f78Gk/s1600-h/reismagos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWOgmXjMU8I/AAAAAAAAB00/4FMO28f78Gk/s320/reismagos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246968480191426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E uma boa noite de Reis para todos. Eu cá vou ao chinês comer galinha com castanhas em tacho de ferro :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-6267239295341705901?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6267239295341705901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=6267239295341705901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6267239295341705901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6267239295341705901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-dia-de-reis-magos.html' title='Feliz dia de Reis Magos'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SWOgmXjMU8I/AAAAAAAAB00/4FMO28f78Gk/s72-c/reismagos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1627627082977463175</id><published>2009-01-05T08:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:17:10.783Z</updated><title type='text'>É Proibido - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>É proibido chorar sem aprender,&lt;br /&gt;Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazer &lt;br /&gt;Ter medo de suas lembranças. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não rir dos problemas &lt;br /&gt;Não lutar pelo que se quer, &lt;br /&gt;Abandonar tudo por medo, &lt;br /&gt;Não transformar sonhos em realidade. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não demonstrar amor &lt;br /&gt;Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido deixar os amigos &lt;br /&gt;Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos &lt;br /&gt;Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas, &lt;br /&gt;Fingir que elas não te importam, &lt;br /&gt;Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você, &lt;br /&gt;Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo, &lt;br /&gt;Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino, &lt;br /&gt;Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos, &lt;br /&gt;Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar, &lt;br /&gt;Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos se desencontraram, &lt;br /&gt;Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas, &lt;br /&gt;Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua, &lt;br /&gt;Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não criar sua história, &lt;br /&gt;Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua vida, &lt;br /&gt;Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você, &lt;br /&gt;Não compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira. &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não buscar a felicidade, &lt;br /&gt;Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva, &lt;br /&gt;Não pensar que podemos ser melhores, &lt;br /&gt;Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1627627082977463175?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1627627082977463175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1627627082977463175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1627627082977463175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1627627082977463175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/proibido-pablo-neruda.html' title='É Proibido - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2923568248428152197</id><published>2009-01-02T09:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:34:19.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Transição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SV3fTaWA8qI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FOPkPCK0OR8/s1600-h/Dreaming_of_the_Osaka_Sun_by_americanpsycho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SV3fTaWA8qI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FOPkPCK0OR8/s320/Dreaming_of_the_Osaka_Sun_by_americanpsycho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286627062184997538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O ano velho/ano novo faz-nos sempre entrar em processos de consideração, tal como limpar a mesa da secretária no trabalho, reorganizar as pastas para ser mais eficiente, perspectivar as acções do futuro, optimizar a educação da filha e perceber que, entre outras coisas, uma relação tem que ser feita de amizade, compaixão, amor e objectivos comuns. O que para nós também é importante é aprender com a experiência e essa só o tempo e a vontade podem dar :)&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, depois de um 2008 como foi, 2009 tem tudo para ser excelente e é também isso que desejo a todos, um 2009 em plenitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2923568248428152197?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2923568248428152197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2923568248428152197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2923568248428152197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2923568248428152197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/transio.html' title='Transição'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SV3fTaWA8qI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FOPkPCK0OR8/s72-c/Dreaming_of_the_Osaka_Sun_by_americanpsycho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-968164420752491286</id><published>2008-12-31T09:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:48:33.518Z</updated><title type='text'>olha o fim-de-ano tão bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVs-7hr0M7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/w2HK3BkUEbI/s1600-h/brideshead-revisited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVs-7hr0M7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/w2HK3BkUEbI/s320/brideshead-revisited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285887780024759218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É o filminho para a passagem de ano - Bridshead Revisited, infelizmente sem o Jeremy Irons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-968164420752491286?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/968164420752491286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=968164420752491286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/968164420752491286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/968164420752491286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/olha-o-fim-de-ano-to-bom.html' title='olha o fim-de-ano tão bom'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVs-7hr0M7I/AAAAAAAAB0c/w2HK3BkUEbI/s72-c/brideshead-revisited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7004993862449026918</id><published>2008-12-31T05:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:31:03.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Sequelas do ano velho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVsDhSYdL4I/AAAAAAAAB0U/mf7ywiyYy84/s1600-h/ciencia_ouvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVsDhSYdL4I/AAAAAAAAB0U/mf7ywiyYy84/s320/ciencia_ouvido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285822458054389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alguém sabe o que o ruído constante e temperatura quente numa sala (open space) faz?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é,  a mim fez-me ouvido tapado o que no meu caso é um pouco mau :)&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos que hoje haja otorrino o que vale é que na passagem de ano não há ruido e aproveitando o tema, feliz ano novo para todos, que seja um ano em pleno... só pode! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7004993862449026918?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7004993862449026918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7004993862449026918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7004993862449026918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7004993862449026918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/sequelas-do-ano-velho.html' title='Sequelas do ano velho'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVsDhSYdL4I/AAAAAAAAB0U/mf7ywiyYy84/s72-c/ciencia_ouvido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1730939531931000892</id><published>2008-12-29T22:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:44:30.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVlSRe3ZxyI/AAAAAAAAB0E/LPgfNyNjCbs/s1600-h/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVlSRe3ZxyI/AAAAAAAAB0E/LPgfNyNjCbs/s320/god.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285346097992681250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alturas em que tenho a ligeira sensação que dentro de nós existe a perfeição, que a recusamos e que neste momento precisamos de um manual para chegar lá... onde quer que seja, esteja, etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1730939531931000892?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1730939531931000892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1730939531931000892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1730939531931000892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1730939531931000892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/ai.html' title='Ai...'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SVlSRe3ZxyI/AAAAAAAAB0E/LPgfNyNjCbs/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-9066059151385082087</id><published>2008-12-19T08:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:35:14.319Z</updated><title type='text'>The wind of the Khazars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUtcPw1mWrI/AAAAAAAABvw/oLLszGe2gus/s1600-h/wind+of+khazars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUtcPw1mWrI/AAAAAAAABvw/oLLszGe2gus/s320/wind+of+khazars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281416413899545266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou a ver o fim do "Legado dos templários" o que me torna algo "ansioso" para ler o "&lt;i&gt;The Wind of the  Khazars&lt;/i&gt;". Pronto, lá vou eu entrar em mais um ano com a curiosidade sobre assuntos "inúteis" como alguém diria :)&lt;br /&gt;fica o link para o centro de &lt;a href="http://www.khazaria.com/"&gt;estudos judaicos na russia e ucrania&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Origins. The Khazars were a Turkic1 people who originated in Central Asia. The early Turkic tribes were quite diverse, although it is believed that reddish hair was predominant among them prior to the Mongol conquests. In the beginning, the Khazars believed in Tengri shamanism, spoke a Turkic language, and were nomadic. Later, the Khazars adopted Judaism, Islam, and Christianity, learned Hebrew and Slavic, and became settled in cities and towns thruout the north Caucasus and Ukraine. The Khazars had a great history of ethnic independence extending approximately 800 years from the 5th to the 13th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest history of the Khazars in southern Russia, prior to the middle of the 6th century, is hidden in obscurity. From about 550 to 630, the Khazars were part of the Western Turkish Empire, ruled by the Celestial Blue Turks (Kök Turks). When the Western Turkish Empire was broken up as a result of civil wars in the middle of the 7th century, the Khazars successfully asserted their independence. Yet, the Kök kaganate under which they had lived provided the Khazars with their system of government. For example, the Khazars followed the same guidelines as the Kök Turks regarding the succession of kings.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUtcUHCCuDI/AAAAAAAABv4/QWTyhFLIegI/s1600-h/khazaria.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUtcUHCCuDI/AAAAAAAABv4/QWTyhFLIegI/s320/khazaria.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281416488576792626" 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/30376504-9066059151385082087?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/9066059151385082087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=9066059151385082087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9066059151385082087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9066059151385082087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/wind-of-khazars.html' title='The wind of the Khazars'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUtcPw1mWrI/AAAAAAAABvw/oLLszGe2gus/s72-c/wind+of+khazars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1661781160977080204</id><published>2008-12-17T09:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:19:11.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns ao Lopes Graça</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-QaJRbzUnE&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/I-QaJRbzUnE&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACORDAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Acordai&lt;br /&gt;   homens que dormis&lt;br /&gt;   a embalar a dor&lt;br /&gt;   dos silêncios vis&lt;br /&gt;   vinde no clamor&lt;br /&gt;   das almas viris&lt;br /&gt;   arrancar a flor&lt;br /&gt;   que dorme na raíz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Acordai&lt;br /&gt;   acordai&lt;br /&gt;   raios e tufões&lt;br /&gt;   que dormis no ar&lt;br /&gt;   e nas multidões&lt;br /&gt;   vinde incendiar&lt;br /&gt;   de astros e canções&lt;br /&gt;   as pedras do mar&lt;br /&gt;   o mundo e os corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Acordai&lt;br /&gt;   acendei&lt;br /&gt;   de almas e de sóis&lt;br /&gt;   este mar sem cais&lt;br /&gt;   nem luz de faróis&lt;br /&gt;   e acordai depois&lt;br /&gt;   das lutas finais&lt;br /&gt;   os nossos heróis&lt;br /&gt;   que dormem nos covais&lt;br /&gt;   Acordai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: Fernando Lopes Graça&lt;br /&gt;Letra: José Gomes Ferreira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1661781160977080204?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1661781160977080204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1661781160977080204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1661781160977080204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1661781160977080204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/parabns-ao-lopes-graa.html' title='Parabéns ao Lopes Graça'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3134609473332806697</id><published>2008-12-17T08:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:23:39.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Evolução</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmWv6Td_wTg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmWv6Td_wTg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/30376504-3134609473332806697?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3134609473332806697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3134609473332806697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3134609473332806697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3134609473332806697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/evoluo.html' title='Evolução'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7069613358765541184</id><published>2008-12-16T08:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:42:22.222Z</updated><title type='text'>Ai a árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUdp0BgpP6I/AAAAAAAABvo/RKm4jp9oSR8/s1600-h/christmas-tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUdp0BgpP6I/AAAAAAAABvo/RKm4jp9oSR8/s320/christmas-tree.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280305430594666402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ui, ainda não fiz árvore de Natal... Que é que se passa este ano?&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/30376504-7069613358765541184?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7069613358765541184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7069613358765541184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7069613358765541184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7069613358765541184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/ai-rvore.html' title='Ai a árvore'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUdp0BgpP6I/AAAAAAAABvo/RKm4jp9oSR8/s72-c/christmas-tree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-655890416397446378</id><published>2008-12-13T08:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:07:44.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Concerto de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUN7PhjgwtI/AAAAAAAABvQ/KhivStO_y24/s1600-h/Fotos-006small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUN7PhjgwtI/AAAAAAAABvQ/KhivStO_y24/s320/Fotos-006small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279198694843925202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fomos a um concerto de natal na sexta-feira, na Igreja dos Mártires, no Chiado. Sabe bem o alimento interior, um autêntico repasto de emoções e tranquilidade, de saborear as notas e deixar o tempo fluir ao compasso de cada movimento.&lt;br /&gt;As iluminações de Natal estavam interessantes mas continuam muito frias, o azul é uma cor fria e para mim o natal é amarelos e vermelhos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-655890416397446378?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/655890416397446378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=655890416397446378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/655890416397446378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/655890416397446378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/concerto-de-natal.html' title='Concerto de Natal'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUN7PhjgwtI/AAAAAAAABvQ/KhivStO_y24/s72-c/Fotos-006small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3412485935716353034</id><published>2008-12-12T19:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:55:25.927Z</updated><title type='text'>As necessidades da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUN4bSIKcUI/AAAAAAAABvI/BvBIemnAgng/s1600-h/when+time+runs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUN4bSIKcUI/AAAAAAAABvI/BvBIemnAgng/s320/when+time+runs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279195598326231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando alguém vê que a sua vida está com um prazo cada vez mais curto e sente a impotência de nada poder fazer para contrariar isso então, as coisas mais importantes da vida vêm ao de cima mas há um problema, os que rodeiam não sentem essa urgência de vida e logo não compreendem as necessidades dos últimos fôlegos.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes vale a pena meditar, se tivesse só mais um mês de vida, o que faria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-3412485935716353034?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3412485935716353034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3412485935716353034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3412485935716353034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3412485935716353034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-necessidades-da-vida.html' title='As necessidades da vida'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SUN4bSIKcUI/AAAAAAAABvI/BvBIemnAgng/s72-c/when+time+runs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-9174510700723065292</id><published>2008-12-09T09:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:37:45.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Rir dos outros mas e de nós?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/ST48PdJXD6I/AAAAAAAABvA/N-JdNK40_TI/s1600-h/laughing_08122008_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/ST48PdJXD6I/AAAAAAAABvA/N-JdNK40_TI/s400/laughing_08122008_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277722049544392610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estas tirinhas merecem bastante reflexão, até sobre vários ângulos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-9174510700723065292?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/9174510700723065292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=9174510700723065292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9174510700723065292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9174510700723065292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/rir-dos-outros-mas-e-de-ns.html' title='Rir dos outros mas e de nós?'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/ST48PdJXD6I/AAAAAAAABvA/N-JdNK40_TI/s72-c/laughing_08122008_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2599213135146896722</id><published>2008-12-07T10:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:21:42.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Presente de amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STujfqgbDEI/AAAAAAAABuo/00MA_A6dUXQ/s1600-h/illumination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STujfqgbDEI/AAAAAAAABuo/00MA_A6dUXQ/s320/illumination.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276991152776219714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que maravilha, abrir o email e receber um poema destes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Que nem o vento passe onde tu passas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti criarei um dia puro&lt;br /&gt;Livre como o vento e repetido&lt;br /&gt;Como o florir das ondas ordenadas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2599213135146896722?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2599213135146896722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2599213135146896722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2599213135146896722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2599213135146896722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/presente-de-amizade.html' title='Presente de amizade'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STujfqgbDEI/AAAAAAAABuo/00MA_A6dUXQ/s72-c/illumination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5786202962851682712</id><published>2008-12-05T13:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:00:02.421Z</updated><title type='text'>A sabedoria está no mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STkzxSRoCOI/AAAAAAAABug/7qSWNOPy-mY/s1600-h/shell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STkzxSRoCOI/AAAAAAAABug/7qSWNOPy-mY/s320/shell2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276305360253618402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já há uns dias que uma amiga "além-mar" me diz para reflectir sobre a concha, não como uma forma de interiorização mas antes pelo contrário... vale a pena pensar sobre isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5786202962851682712?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5786202962851682712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5786202962851682712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5786202962851682712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5786202962851682712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/sabedoria-est-no-mar.html' title='A sabedoria está no mar'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STkzxSRoCOI/AAAAAAAABug/7qSWNOPy-mY/s72-c/shell2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8378608957296390748</id><published>2008-12-04T09:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:48:09.022Z</updated><title type='text'>True Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STemMavmeSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/RG7QqUPzMMw/s1600-h/trueblood-poster-outracoisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STemMavmeSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/RG7QqUPzMMw/s320/trueblood-poster-outracoisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275868220755441954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pronto, lá me estou a divertir com mais uma série, desta vez True Blood, onde vampiros tentam encontrar o seu lugar, abertamente, na sociedade. A história passa-se em baseado em "The Southern Vampire Mysteries book series" de Charlaine Harris.&lt;br /&gt;Acho muito interessante o conceito de "diferentes" espécies coexistirem e resolverem as suas diferenças, tudo bem temperado com excelentes sotaques e pérolas sulistas (red necks e não só). Grande surpresa, Anna Paquin... uau, saiu do armário da classe B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STemQrPNIAI/AAAAAAAABuY/GGvY2fVfuh8/s1600-h/Anna_Paquin-710746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STemQrPNIAI/AAAAAAAABuY/GGvY2fVfuh8/s320/Anna_Paquin-710746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275868293902442498" 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/30376504-8378608957296390748?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8378608957296390748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8378608957296390748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8378608957296390748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8378608957296390748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-blood.html' title='True Blood'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/STemMavmeSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/RG7QqUPzMMw/s72-c/trueblood-poster-outracoisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8051551419895520381</id><published>2008-11-28T08:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:51:25.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Karuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SS-w7obZ89I/AAAAAAAABt4/dNh4dONJdQA/s1600-h/CallingYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SS-w7obZ89I/AAAAAAAABt4/dNh4dONJdQA/s320/CallingYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273628227185275858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje decidi fazer o meu dia de Karuna (bom, compaixão) e como começo o dia cedo, sabe bem mas, quando cheguei ao café e vi mais umas notícias da India... ai... tive mesmo que pôr a compaixão a trabalhar. Não creio que existam problemas espirituais, existem questões religiosas, assim como não existem problemas de povos mas sim questões individuais. Com compaixão, há que olhar, curar os problemas e com sabedoria resolvê-los da melhor maneira e com as ferramentas disponíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida que como um todo, como humanidade, temos um longuíssimo percurso pela frente mas a natureza vai-nos dando uns empurrões que resultarão em picos de excelência e evolução.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo melhor, por hoje, sem religiões, que seja um dia de compaixão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8051551419895520381?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8051551419895520381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8051551419895520381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8051551419895520381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8051551419895520381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-de-karuna.html' title='Dia de Karuna'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SS-w7obZ89I/AAAAAAAABt4/dNh4dONJdQA/s72-c/CallingYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-591624185063618616</id><published>2008-11-24T08:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:23:54.726Z</updated><title type='text'>O legado dos templários</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSpkj3STQpI/AAAAAAAABtY/QoL057ed1jc/s1600-h/Steve-Berry-Legados-Templarios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSpkj3STQpI/AAAAAAAABtY/QoL057ed1jc/s320/Steve-Berry-Legados-Templarios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272136881089495698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De volta a Steve Berry. Apesar de já ter lido muito sobre os templário o que mais me fascinou para começar a ler este livro foi a forma dinâmica como construiu os capítulos e toda a vivacidade de história que as palavras constroem. Muito interessante e bastante recomendável para ler tempos a fio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-591624185063618616?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/591624185063618616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=591624185063618616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/591624185063618616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/591624185063618616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-legado-dos-templrios.html' title='O legado dos templários'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSpkj3STQpI/AAAAAAAABtY/QoL057ed1jc/s72-c/Steve-Berry-Legados-Templarios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5229250249556345945</id><published>2008-11-18T14:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:03:08.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Lavazza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSLZJUJxpzI/AAAAAAAABtQ/8InHjSyh5KQ/s1600-h/lavazza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSLZJUJxpzI/AAAAAAAABtQ/8InHjSyh5KQ/s320/lavazza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270013268028663602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o calendário da lavazza... que bonito!!! &lt;a href="http://www.lavazza2009.com/"&gt;Aqui...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5229250249556345945?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5229250249556345945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5229250249556345945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5229250249556345945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5229250249556345945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/11/lavazza.html' title='Lavazza'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSLZJUJxpzI/AAAAAAAABtQ/8InHjSyh5KQ/s72-c/lavazza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5897177950523584040</id><published>2008-11-17T09:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:54:29.200Z</updated><title type='text'>A Estrela de Gonçalo Enes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSE_OGj5ZEI/AAAAAAAABtI/URwTs7p1x_4/s1600-h/bu01831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSE_OGj5ZEI/AAAAAAAABtI/URwTs7p1x_4/s320/bu01831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269562550512084034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Findo o Historiador, passei pela estante e vi que tinha "&lt;span class="nv"&gt;A Estrela de Gonçalo Enes" da Rosa Lobato Faria. Ora como já tinha lido &lt;/span&gt;os "Três Casamentos de &lt;em&gt;Camilla&lt;/em&gt; S" e até tinha gostado, porque não experimentar. As primeiras 10 páginas, revelam um tratamento do português "arcaico" que aprecio bastante, nada como aprender expressões de tempos idos mas também interessante foi imaginar a autora a desenrolar, mentalmente, as cenas de "luxúria" e "pecado" que se foram descortinando num culminar óbvio :)&lt;span class="nv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena ler? Daqui a uns dias já digo, pelo menos é relaxante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;Trata-se de uma obra leve e descontraída sobre a vida e aventuras de dois personagens quase esquecidos da História de Portugal, mais especificamente da época das descobertas. São personagens reais se bem que quase todo o enredo seja ficcionado.&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo Enes ficou na História pela descoberta das grutas de Tassili N’Ajjer.&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de um jovem órfão de pai nascido e criado na aldeia algarvia de Bensafrim. Encantado pela estrela Sirius, que o ilumina e encanta durante toda a vida, o jovem Gonçalo, desiludido por um amor impossível, abre o seu destino às incríveis aventuras do Império que El-rei D. Afonso sonhava construir. Pelas aldeis indígenas de àfrica, pelas cidades encantadas de Marrocos, pelas areias misteriosas do deserto, Gonçalo leva consigo o espírito de aventura e coragem que transformou este pequeno país num mundo inteiro de esperança e riqueza.&lt;br /&gt;Fica, desta “estória”, o encanto de um tempo ido, em que a pobreza se enganava com sonhos grandes, do tamanho do Império. Um liuvro belo e fresco, descontraído, sem ambições mas que encanta pela extraordinária simplicidade e singeleza da escrita de Rosa Lobato Faria; uma escritora que tem o dom de encantar pela sua escrita simples e pura.&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo, mal-amado e desprezado, vive no sonho, mas um sonho que o faz feliz. A amizade, a camaradagem, a fidelidade ao sonho são valores que fazem dele um herói, mesmo que esquecido pela História, como tantos outros que, anonimamente, construíram as páginas mais brilhantes da nossa história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5897177950523584040?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5897177950523584040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5897177950523584040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5897177950523584040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5897177950523584040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/11/estrela-de-gonalo-enes.html' title='A Estrela de Gonçalo Enes'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SSE_OGj5ZEI/AAAAAAAABtI/URwTs7p1x_4/s72-c/bu01831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-9149604222121974282</id><published>2008-11-14T07:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:39:55.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Fiz um conto para me embalar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SR0rNQ5bjBI/AAAAAAAABs4/HdaFT8SzJC8/s1600-h/NataliaCorreiaCarGr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SR0rNQ5bjBI/AAAAAAAABs4/HdaFT8SzJC8/s320/NataliaCorreiaCarGr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268414645967490066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiz com as fadas uma aliança.&lt;br /&gt;A deste conto nunca contar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como ainda sou criança&lt;br /&gt;Quero a mim própria embalar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam na praia três donzelas&lt;br /&gt;Como três laranjas num pomar.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma sabia para qual delas&lt;br /&gt;Cantava o príncipe do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosas fatais, as três donzelas&lt;br /&gt;A mão de espuma as desfolhou.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum soube para qual delas&lt;br /&gt;O príncipe do mar cantou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Natália Correia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-9149604222121974282?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/9149604222121974282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=9149604222121974282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9149604222121974282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9149604222121974282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/11/fiz-um-conto-para-me-embalar.html' title='Fiz um conto para me embalar'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SR0rNQ5bjBI/AAAAAAAABs4/HdaFT8SzJC8/s72-c/NataliaCorreiaCarGr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8486629069609442308</id><published>2008-11-13T08:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:48:31.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Pelo Al Andalus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SRvpM-PCBmI/AAAAAAAABsw/KPPO13Xtbeg/s1600-h/3020181658_b5c9826e97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SRvpM-PCBmI/AAAAAAAABsw/KPPO13Xtbeg/s320/3020181658_b5c9826e97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060598213674594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finalmente um pouquinho para escrever :)&lt;br /&gt;A volta pelas terras do Al Andalus foi boa e recomenda-se. Sevilha, Granada e Córdoba, cada uma com os seus encantos mas sem dúvida que as maravilhas iam para os aspectos árabes e os passeios descontraídos. Frutos das férias - acabei de ler o "Historiador" e comecei a praticar caligrafia árabe, é um pouco estranho escrever da direita para a esquerda mas até se faz bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8486629069609442308?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8486629069609442308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8486629069609442308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8486629069609442308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8486629069609442308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/11/pelo-al-andalus.html' title='Pelo Al Andalus'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SRvpM-PCBmI/AAAAAAAABsw/KPPO13Xtbeg/s72-c/3020181658_b5c9826e97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7602433074529912793</id><published>2008-10-29T19:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:45:26.691Z</updated><title type='text'>O favorito da tanina</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZP-n3E43M3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZP-n3E43M3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&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/30376504-7602433074529912793?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7602433074529912793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7602433074529912793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7602433074529912793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7602433074529912793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-favorito-da-tanina.html' title='O favorito da tanina'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5775356695105633738</id><published>2008-10-28T08:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:26:21.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Ai... Ópera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SQbMmjt3rBI/AAAAAAAABso/mhYl4nA0Zgk/s1600-h/ernestocondeixapedroeinlc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SQbMmjt3rBI/AAAAAAAABso/mhYl4nA0Zgk/s320/ernestocondeixapedroeinlc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262118177423731730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem pude ouvir um excerto da ópera "Corpo e Alma" de Christopher Bochmann. O libreto é baseado na peça de Pedro o Cru, de António Patrício (1878-1930). A história de Pedro e Inês é já dolorosa mas o conjunto sinfónico fá-la ainda mais dolorosa. Chamem-me antiquado, inadequado, ou qualquer outra coisa acabada em ado mas ainda não consigo apreciar esse estilo musical onde "miados" e "uivos", dissonâncias e ruidos são a constante musical (acho que parei em Schostakovich). Infelizmente não consigo apenas apreciar o sistema matemático sobre o qual é construida tal partitura, nem vibrar com o grande esforço e qualidade dos intérpretes, o somatório subjectivo vem ao de cima e mais não preciso dizer :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5775356695105633738?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5775356695105633738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5775356695105633738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5775356695105633738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5775356695105633738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/ai-pera.html' title='Ai... Ópera'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SQbMmjt3rBI/AAAAAAAABso/mhYl4nA0Zgk/s72-c/ernestocondeixapedroeinlc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1827822867039959490</id><published>2008-10-26T22:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:15:08.585Z</updated><title type='text'>O Historiador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SQTrxW1KtbI/AAAAAAAABsc/8aJzzQKwJiI/s1600-h/Historiador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SQTrxW1KtbI/AAAAAAAABsc/8aJzzQKwJiI/s320/Historiador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261589497850279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um livro de Elisabeth Kostova. Digamos que já li quase uma dezena de livros sobre vampiros e esta narrativa de Elisabeth Kostova está tão empolgante que as quase 500 páginas de letra miudinha não conseguem suster o avanço imparável da leitura. Pela edição da Revista Sábado, por um Euro acho que vale bem a pena :)&lt;br /&gt;Os detalhes por vezes são densos mas a história é envolvente e bem documentada, o que aprecio bastante, por alguma razão deve ter levado 10 anos a escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1827822867039959490?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1827822867039959490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1827822867039959490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1827822867039959490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1827822867039959490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-historiador.html' title='O Historiador'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SQTrxW1KtbI/AAAAAAAABsc/8aJzzQKwJiI/s72-c/Historiador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2813805608489278646</id><published>2008-10-23T14:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:09:02.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When you believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gur8ccqrQ9c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gur8ccqrQ9c&amp;hl=pt-br&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;O principe do egipto... que filme fabuloso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2813805608489278646?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2813805608489278646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2813805608489278646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTGgSr98luQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTGgSr98luQ&amp;hl=en&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;Há anos que aprecio Arvo Pärt... e desde a sua sinfonia nº3 que a minha obra favorita, deste estilo tintinabuli, como ele mesmo chama, é Festina Lente... para apreciar de quarto escuro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7806987943658420594?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7806987943658420594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7806987943658420594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7806987943658420594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7806987943658420594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/festina-lente.html' title='Festina Lente'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3808227188457159797</id><published>2008-10-14T08:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:14:47.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8JdYfaUBZo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8JdYfaUBZo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi na Antena 1 este doce travo de nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, vou acender uma vela da Muxima&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, levo para os meus santos flores de acácias&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, peço para toda gente que me estima&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, peço para o novo dia que virá (amanhã)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Peço ao meu lema que faça com que eu volte&lt;br /&gt;A morar na terra amada que me viu nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chegar de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o sol raiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chegar de madrugada....... hoo&lt;br /&gt;P'ra ninguém ver se eu chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou andar por aí com o meu violão&lt;br /&gt;Vou à Mutamba, tomo um machimbombo qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Por "ma curia a naqui" sou igual a toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Na linha da terra nova, só paro lá no Musseque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a minha gente entre mufete e conversa&lt;br /&gt;E de madrugada, com Catembe vou p'rá Puita.&lt;br /&gt;(Amanhã, Duo Ouro Negro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-3808227188457159797?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3808227188457159797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3808227188457159797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3808227188457159797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3808227188457159797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/amanh.html' title='Amanhã'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3546231660788350178</id><published>2008-10-13T08:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:32:43.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenhos de Escritores, no CCB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SPL5hEoO-zI/AAAAAAAABsM/vWx58I84OJQ/s1600-h/609242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SPL5hEoO-zI/AAAAAAAABsM/vWx58I84OJQ/s320/609242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256538061668285234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vale a pena ver as pinturas de George Sand (e outros é claro)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A exposição Desenhos de Escritores, comissariado pelo francês Jean--Jacques Lebel, e patente até 2 de Novembro no espaço do CCB, revela desenhos - mas também gravuras, colagens ou pinturas a guache - de alguns dos mais notáveis escritores dos últimos dois séculos. Ao todo, são 150 autores, como Victor Hugo, Charles Baudelaire, Jean Cocteau, Antonin Artaud, Günter Grass ou Jack Kerouac, num conjunto que vai desde o romantismo à poesia sonora, passando pelos surrealistas e chegando até à beat generation."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-3546231660788350178?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3546231660788350178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3546231660788350178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3546231660788350178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3546231660788350178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/desenhos-de-escritores-no-ccb.html' title='Desenhos de Escritores, no CCB'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SPL5hEoO-zI/AAAAAAAABsM/vWx58I84OJQ/s72-c/609242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-944654358357866612</id><published>2008-10-10T14:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:37:41.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar uma volta material</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO9aOOTrDtI/AAAAAAAABsE/bhG_AYimntM/s1600-h/starbucks_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO9aOOTrDtI/AAAAAAAABsE/bhG_AYimntM/s320/starbucks_cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255518490569936594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fui até ao Allegro e acabei no Starbucks a beber uma bomba chamada Cafe Mocca Bianco. É interessante mas não me parece que vá ficar fã (para ser sincero o espaço não é muito agradável). Bem, foi bom pela companhia e acabei por comprar uma caneca térmica que já andava atrás desde Sevilha. Lá está, foi uma volta material :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-944654358357866612?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/944654358357866612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=944654358357866612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/944654358357866612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/944654358357866612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/dar-uma-volta-material.html' title='Dar uma volta material'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO9aOOTrDtI/AAAAAAAABsE/bhG_AYimntM/s72-c/starbucks_cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1835370726944259742</id><published>2008-10-10T09:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:36:49.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO8UCbtXLzI/AAAAAAAABr8/1F4pGB8_rKM/s1600-h/polar_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO8UCbtXLzI/AAAAAAAABr8/1F4pGB8_rKM/s320/polar_bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255441322194972466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O despertador tocou e desliguei-o, adormeci...&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com um alarme de carro, olhei para as horas, tomei banho, vesti-me mecanicamente, cheguei ao trabalho, trabalhei e só agora consegui acordar... entretanto, pairo levemente sobre um lago de irritabilidade que, estranhamente, está sereno.&lt;br /&gt;(acho que, afinal, ainda não acordei)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1835370726944259742?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1835370726944259742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1835370726944259742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1835370726944259742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1835370726944259742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/ai.html' title='Ai...'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO8UCbtXLzI/AAAAAAAABr8/1F4pGB8_rKM/s72-c/polar_bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5885019125032053202</id><published>2008-10-09T10:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:18:38.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar P. Jacobs no Público</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO3MHq9oXII/AAAAAAAABrs/TbLUbW2lWrE/s1600-h/espadao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO3MHq9oXII/AAAAAAAABrs/TbLUbW2lWrE/s320/espadao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255080772375174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="textBlackBgWhite"&gt;&lt;span id="lblDesc"&gt;Viva o Público e a publicação do Blake and Mortimer de Edgar P. Jacobs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="textBlackBgWhite"&gt;&lt;span id="lblDesc"&gt;1947. Enquanto se multiplicam, em todo o mundo, pactos e conferências para salvaguardar a paz, o misterioso “império amarelo” de Basam Damdu, “o usurpador”, imperador do Tibete, lança uma ofensiva generalizada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Edgar P. Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;Editor: Público/ASA&lt;br /&gt;Género: BD €7.90&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5885019125032053202?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5885019125032053202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5885019125032053202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5885019125032053202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5885019125032053202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/edgar-p-jacobs-no-pblico.html' title='Edgar P. Jacobs no Público'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SO3MHq9oXII/AAAAAAAABrs/TbLUbW2lWrE/s72-c/espadao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-3254454052030825729</id><published>2008-10-08T08:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:55:52.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atalante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOxnMiXPpFI/AAAAAAAABrk/8XtIIuPkiLI/s1600-h/atalante-tome3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOxnMiXPpFI/AAAAAAAABrk/8XtIIuPkiLI/s320/atalante-tome3-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254688330314916946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finalmente chegaram os 3 volumes de Atalante, do grande Crisse. A B.D. francófona continua no seu máximo mas atenção, a FNAC deixou de ter descontos nos livros, os 10% agora são só para quem tem cartão aderente :s&lt;br /&gt;Bem, já tenho leitura para descontrair durante uns dias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-3254454052030825729?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3254454052030825729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=3254454052030825729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3254454052030825729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/3254454052030825729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/atalante.html' title='Atalante'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOxnMiXPpFI/AAAAAAAABrk/8XtIIuPkiLI/s72-c/atalante-tome3-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2311951959133723762</id><published>2008-10-06T23:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:20:47.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - I am mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cerMT3k_FEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cerMT3k_FEM&amp;amp;hl=en&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;The selfish theyre all standing in line...&lt;br /&gt;Faith in their hope and to buy themselves time.&lt;br /&gt;Me, I figure as each breath goes by,&lt;br /&gt;I only own my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The north is to south what the clock is to time.&lt;br /&gt;Theres east and theres west and there everywhere life.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was born and I know that Ill die.&lt;br /&gt;The in between is mine. I am mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling it gets left behind...&lt;br /&gt;Oh the innocence broken with time...&lt;br /&gt;Were different behind the eyes, theres no need to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Were safe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is full cause everyones crying,&lt;br /&gt;The full moon is looking for friends at high tide.&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrows denied.&lt;br /&gt;I only know my mind. I am mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling it gets left behind...&lt;br /&gt;Oh the innocence broken with time.&lt;br /&gt;Were different between the lines, theres no need to hide...&lt;br /&gt;Cause were safe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling it gets left behind...&lt;br /&gt;Oh the innocence broken with time.&lt;br /&gt;Were different behind the eyes, theres no need to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2311951959133723762?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2311951959133723762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2311951959133723762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2311951959133723762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2311951959133723762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/pearl-jam-i-am-mine.html' title='Pearl Jam - I am mine'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7616213920429027463</id><published>2008-10-06T22:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:54:26.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOqI_jqPx0I/AAAAAAAABrc/CX0p8qt2kNQ/s1600-h/NewYork044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOqI_jqPx0I/AAAAAAAABrc/CX0p8qt2kNQ/s320/NewYork044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254162540766676802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;New york sempre teve um gostinho especial para mim, agora apenas sinto o sabor do aço bem cravado no coração. Há coisas que não se fazem.&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/30376504-7616213920429027463?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7616213920429027463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7616213920429027463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7616213920429027463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7616213920429027463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/era.html' title='Era'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOqI_jqPx0I/AAAAAAAABrc/CX0p8qt2kNQ/s72-c/NewYork044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5561160230740246531</id><published>2008-10-03T22:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:23:30.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOaNP8z84pI/AAAAAAAABrU/j517T_Q9tAc/s1600-h/2365-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOaNP8z84pI/AAAAAAAABrU/j517T_Q9tAc/s320/2365-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253041320535843474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segundo um censo de 2001, existem ainda na India, 34 milhões de viuvas que vivem em condições de privação, seguindo leis com mais de dois mil anos, escritas por Manu. Este filme faz parte de uma trilogia que vale mesmo a pena ver, ajuda também a desmistificar a India, além das cores de açafrão, de ideologias e gestos... um pais com muitos problemas e mais uma prova que tudo tem duas faces.&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/30376504-5561160230740246531?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5561160230740246531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5561160230740246531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5561160230740246531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5561160230740246531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOaNP8z84pI/AAAAAAAABrU/j517T_Q9tAc/s72-c/2365-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8306003917091790048</id><published>2008-10-01T21:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:00:44.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpem qualquer coisinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOPk5yWVloI/AAAAAAAABrM/Et3H_JFeFTM/s1600-h/6a00d83451bae269e200e54f3c69f18834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOPk5yWVloI/AAAAAAAABrM/Et3H_JFeFTM/s320/6a00d83451bae269e200e54f3c69f18834-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252293271863268994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, em conversa com uma amiga reflectimos sobre os comportamentos padrão numa perspectiva do "casal". Chegou-se à conclusão que pouco temos boa educação emocional, ora vejamos, sem partidarismos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O homem, por razões genéticas, fisiológicas, de hábitos de milhares de anos em sociedade patriarcais e tudo o mais que isso implica a nível psicológico e mental são muito propensos à predisposição para fazer amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mulheres, por todas as mesmas razões, são muito propensas a não ter predisposição para fazer amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(vamos aqui salvaguardar as excepções, ok?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao que leva este desequilíbrio de propensões? Maus relacionamentos. E conseguem, homem e mulher entender-se sobre isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mulher acha-se e muito bem, no pleno direito de aplicar as suas energias onde quer e chegar ao fim do dia e não ter energia para envolvimentos emocionais e físicos. O homem tem que respeitar isso. Mas o problema começa quando (e infelizmente já ouvi muito sobre isto, portanto é real) a mulher tem vontade e sabe que basta um toque para o homem estar à sua disposição (porque supostamente ele está sempre disponivel).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por acaso toda esta visão fez-me um estranho click e tudo isto pareceu-me uma grande falta de educação e um desequilibrio psicológico muito maquiavélico com profundas raizes inconscientes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinceramente, espero de um homem e mulher do século XXI um pouco mais de entendimento, de abertura, de diálogo sobre as questões e não a prática de guerras psicológicas que em tudo apenas desgastam e servem de conversas em cafés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estão as prioridades? Como atingir o equilibrio? Será que tudo deve continuar como está ou devemos passar a ser mais inteligentes emocionalmente? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8306003917091790048?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8306003917091790048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8306003917091790048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8306003917091790048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8306003917091790048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/desculpem-qualquer-coisinha.html' title='Desculpem qualquer coisinha'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOPk5yWVloI/AAAAAAAABrM/Et3H_JFeFTM/s72-c/6a00d83451bae269e200e54f3c69f18834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2763842617007489259</id><published>2008-10-01T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:32:06.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>em vias de extinção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOPeC7btEhI/AAAAAAAABrE/2rgBDFoR1ys/s1600-h/stewart_james_with_grace_kelly_1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOPeC7btEhI/AAAAAAAABrE/2rgBDFoR1ys/s320/stewart_james_with_grace_kelly_1954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252285732339126802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confesso que sou um romântico "invertebrado" mas há pior... a minha filha vai pelo mesmo caminho, ai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2763842617007489259?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2763842617007489259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2763842617007489259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2763842617007489259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2763842617007489259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-vias-de-extino.html' title='em vias de extinção'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SOPeC7btEhI/AAAAAAAABrE/2rgBDFoR1ys/s72-c/stewart_james_with_grace_kelly_1954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1588858949994718961</id><published>2008-09-27T22:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:24:46.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukkar banat - Caramel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SN6kWJrlRcI/AAAAAAAABq8/kphQShXCF30/s1600-h/caramel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SN6kWJrlRcI/AAAAAAAABq8/kphQShXCF30/s320/caramel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250814916023371202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um filme excelente, franco-libanês (evidencia-se a beleza tão característica da mulher libanesa). Uma comédia impreganada com o dia-a-dia de uma sociedade de religião mista. Qualquer descrição é demasiado fraca para tal qualidade de filme. &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/30376504-1588858949994718961?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1588858949994718961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1588858949994718961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1588858949994718961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1588858949994718961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/sukkar-banat-caramel.html' title='Sukkar banat - Caramel'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SN6kWJrlRcI/AAAAAAAABq8/kphQShXCF30/s72-c/caramel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8509907972814720953</id><published>2008-09-26T16:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:56:08.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SN0GDN_eR_I/AAAAAAAABOI/Q_7OjgKv4N0/s1600-h/thank-you-02%28362x302%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SN0GDN_eR_I/AAAAAAAABOI/Q_7OjgKv4N0/s320/thank-you-02%28362x302%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250359392949127154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho uma amiga, de além mar, que todos os dias me dá um olá e um desejo de força para o dia. As breves palavras que trocamos não têm preço pois são feitas de um ouro que não se pesa. À &lt;a href="http://froesmc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cristina&lt;/a&gt;, um muito obrigado sempre :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: vale a pena ver as obras de arte que ela faz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8509907972814720953?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8509907972814720953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8509907972814720953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8509907972814720953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8509907972814720953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/aos-amigos.html' title='Aos amigos'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SN0GDN_eR_I/AAAAAAAABOI/Q_7OjgKv4N0/s72-c/thank-you-02%28362x302%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-6697790158646654673</id><published>2008-09-26T08:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:23:56.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Educar pelo Exemplo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNyN7q2TQ7I/AAAAAAAABOA/li_JhES1baU/s1600-h/42-15123363-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNyN7q2TQ7I/AAAAAAAABOA/li_JhES1baU/s320/42-15123363-medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250227321860998066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um excelente projecto:&lt;br /&gt;"DESAFIOS PARA UMA CULTURA DE EXCELÊNCIA - porque é preciso toda uma aldeia para educar uma criança." Parabéns pela iniciativa, D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://educarpeloexemplo.googlepages.com/"&gt;Podem ver mais aqui...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-6697790158646654673?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6697790158646654673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=6697790158646654673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6697790158646654673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6697790158646654673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/educar-pelo-exemplo.html' title='Educar pelo Exemplo'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNyN7q2TQ7I/AAAAAAAABOA/li_JhES1baU/s72-c/42-15123363-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5428131339446772656</id><published>2008-09-26T08:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:10:16.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicionário de relacionamentos engenheiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNyNBIPtP2I/AAAAAAAABN4/bTQbyjOw2C8/s1600-h/lose-a-geek.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNyNBIPtP2I/AAAAAAAABN4/bTQbyjOw2C8/s320/lose-a-geek.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250226316139904866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Superficialidade = A coisa mais profunda que se consegue atingir&lt;br /&gt;Amizade = Só para tótós carentes&lt;br /&gt;Valores = Só para tótós carentes&lt;br /&gt;Princípios = Só para tótós carentes&lt;br /&gt;Comunidade = Eu e o meu canto&lt;br /&gt;Relacionamentos = Só para saídas que permitam superficialidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem lá, mas por vezes dá-me para rir :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5428131339446772656?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5428131339446772656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5428131339446772656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5428131339446772656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5428131339446772656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/dicionrio-de-relacionamentos.html' title='Dicionário de relacionamentos engenheiros'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNyNBIPtP2I/AAAAAAAABN4/bTQbyjOw2C8/s72-c/lose-a-geek.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7988849453062295605</id><published>2008-09-25T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:23:41.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Harper &amp; Eddie Vedder - «Indifference»</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QBZz9Ei09P8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QBZz9Ei09P8&amp;hl=en&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;I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;Watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell...&lt;br /&gt;How much difference does it make&lt;br /&gt;How much difference does it make, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;How much difference does it make&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, how much difference does it make..how much difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune&lt;br /&gt;I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room&lt;br /&gt;How much difference&lt;br /&gt;How much difference does it make&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7988849453062295605?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7988849453062295605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7988849453062295605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7988849453062295605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7988849453062295605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/ben-harper-eddie-vedder-indifference.html' title='Ben Harper &amp; Eddie Vedder - «Indifference»'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2063243112930950883</id><published>2008-09-24T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:00:09.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Lin: Magical improv from 14-year-old pianist</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--cut and paste--&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="VE_Player" align="middle" width="432" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/JENNIFERLIN-2003_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/JENNIFERLIN-2003_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" name="VE_Player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" width="432" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ficar com a boca aberta, na TED "Ideas Worth Spreading"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2063243112930950883?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2063243112930950883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2063243112930950883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2063243112930950883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2063243112930950883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/jennifer-lin-magical-improv-from-14.html' title='Jennifer Lin: Magical improv from 14-year-old pianist'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4035816686545746727</id><published>2008-09-23T20:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:27:07.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abomino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNlCw4IyFOI/AAAAAAAABNo/BbgoGOAYclU/s1600-h/1189997792_derEmoLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNlCw4IyFOI/AAAAAAAABNo/BbgoGOAYclU/s320/1189997792_derEmoLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300248147399906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há duas coisas "IN" que abomino - Instabilidade, Incerteza! Da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, ok, focar-me para voltar a estar centrado. Sendo o centro nada mais importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4035816686545746727?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4035816686545746727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4035816686545746727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4035816686545746727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4035816686545746727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/abomino.html' title='Abomino'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNlCw4IyFOI/AAAAAAAABNo/BbgoGOAYclU/s72-c/1189997792_derEmoLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1008493222097377220</id><published>2008-09-17T14:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:24:11.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine on your crazy diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkExXJr3g08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkExXJr3g08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para dizer até já a Richard Wright, teclista e um dos fundadores dos Pink Floyd, que foi para uma digressão mais longínqua na segunda-feira. Ontem, quando relia o terceiro volume de "Justice" do Alex Ross e tanto precisava de um bom calmante, entreguei-me à audição do album "Wish you were here", é mesmo um dos que mais me tem acompanhado ao longo dos anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1008493222097377220?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1008493222097377220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1008493222097377220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1008493222097377220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1008493222097377220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/shine-on-your-crazy-diamond.html' title='Shine on your crazy diamond'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-9144716118592124236</id><published>2008-09-17T10:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:56:59.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mal-Entendido Universal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNDUVcxxK9I/AAAAAAAABNY/Y0l4m9Myn3c/s1600-h/bad_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNDUVcxxK9I/AAAAAAAABNY/Y0l4m9Myn3c/s320/bad_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246927030853905362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O mundo só caminha através do mal-entendido. É através do mal-entendido universal que toda a gente se põe de acordo. Porque se, por infelicidade, as pessoas se compreendessem, nunca poderiam pôr-se de acordo.&lt;br /&gt;O homem de espírito, aquele que nunca se porá de acordo com ninguém, deve aplicar-se a amar a conversa dos imbecis e a leitura dos maus livros. Extrairá funções amargas que lhe compensarão largamente a fadiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Baudelaire, in "Diário Íntimo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-9144716118592124236?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/9144716118592124236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=9144716118592124236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9144716118592124236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/9144716118592124236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-mal-entendido-universal.html' title='O Mal-Entendido Universal'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SNDUVcxxK9I/AAAAAAAABNY/Y0l4m9Myn3c/s72-c/bad_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4488782373979513366</id><published>2008-09-15T09:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:08:49.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ártico virou ilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SM4XSOqNVHI/AAAAAAAABM4/b4B-Xui_Hk8/s1600-h/618-arctic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SM4XSOqNVHI/AAAAAAAABM4/b4B-Xui_Hk8/s320/618-arctic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246156217873421426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom... o Ártico virou uma ilha, graças ao degelo. Economicamente é claro que está a ser muito interessante, novas rotas, boas oportunidades de exploração da suposta riqueza da nova "ilha" mas parece-me que é algo que não deviamos festejar :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?xml=/earth/2008/08/31/eaarctic131.xml"&gt;Mais aqui...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4488782373979513366?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4488782373979513366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4488782373979513366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4488782373979513366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4488782373979513366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-rtico-virou-ilha.html' title='O ártico virou ilha'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SM4XSOqNVHI/AAAAAAAABM4/b4B-Xui_Hk8/s72-c/618-arctic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4951723136962745548</id><published>2008-09-10T22:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:02:39.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashavatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMhD3z3mnHI/AAAAAAAABMs/DWqFhF6Bpck/s1600-h/dashavatar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMhD3z3mnHI/AAAAAAAABMs/DWqFhF6Bpck/s320/dashavatar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516392168234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta noite estava com um pouco de "mau humor". Meditei, trabalhei mais para a associação e fui-me tranquilizando no cumprimento do que devia fazer. Acabei a noite a ver Dashavatar, um filme de animação indiano sobre as 10 incarnações de Vishnu. Uma história bonita e pacificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The story of DASHAVATAR is based on ten incarnations of Lord Vishnu, directed by Bhavik &amp;amp; produced by Vimal Shah of Anushvi Productions in association with Rahul Bakshi of Phoebus Creations Media Pvt. Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DASHAVATAR weaves together the fascinating stories of Ram, Krishna, Parshuram, Vaman, Narsimha, Buddha and also the tales of Vishnu in earlier avatars - Matsya, Kurma and Varaha and yes, finally - Kalki Avatar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the songs in the film have been penned by the rising poet, Sandeep Khare the music is composed by debutant music director, Anand Kurekar. Shankar Mahadevan, Shaan, Kunal Ganjawala, Shreya Ghoshal and others have lent their melodious voice for the songs in the movie.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4951723136962745548?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4951723136962745548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4951723136962745548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4951723136962745548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4951723136962745548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/dashavatar.html' title='Dashavatar'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMhD3z3mnHI/AAAAAAAABMs/DWqFhF6Bpck/s72-c/dashavatar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-256936152453613900</id><published>2008-09-09T11:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:11:37.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valores fora do contexto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnOPu0_YWhw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnOPu0_YWhw&amp;hl=en&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;blockquote&gt;Aquela poderia ser mais uma manhã como outra qualquer. Um sujeito entra na estação do metro, de jeans, camisa e boné.&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-se próximo à entrada, tira o violino da caixa e começa a tocar com para a multidão que passa na hora de ponta matinal.&lt;br /&gt;Durante os 45 minutos em que tocou, foi praticamente ignorado pelos passantes.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabia, mas o músico era Joshua Bell, um dos maiores violinistas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Executou peças musicais consagradas, num raríssimo Stradivarius de 1713, avaliado em mais de 3 milhões de dólares.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dias antes Bell tinha estado a tocar no Simphony Hall de Boston, onde os melhores lugares custaram 1000 dólares cada.&lt;br /&gt;A experiência, gravada em vídeo, mostra homens e mulheres de andar ligeiro, copo de café na mão e telemóvel no ouvido, indiferentes ao som do violino.&lt;br /&gt;A iniciativa promovida pelo jornal americano Washington Post era a de lançar um debate sobre o valor, contexto e arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: estamos acostumados a dar valor às coisas quando estão num contexto.&lt;br /&gt;Bell era uma obra de arte sem moldura, um artefacto de luxo sem etiqueta de marca.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O texto é do Washington Post mas não sei quem fez a tradução para português :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-256936152453613900?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/256936152453613900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=256936152453613900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/256936152453613900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/256936152453613900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/valores-fora-do-contexto.html' title='Valores fora do contexto'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7504576648681174335</id><published>2008-09-08T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:05:06.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Princípio da incerteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMWhelI9FiI/AAAAAAAABMk/dkJYmhdRtZw/s1600-h/big1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMWhelI9FiI/AAAAAAAABMk/dkJYmhdRtZw/s320/big1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243774887880627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heisenberg disse no seu princípio da incerteza: &lt;em&gt;É       impossível conhecer a estrutura íntima da matéria, pois é impossível saber como as       partículas elementares se interagem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aplicando isto ao mais elementar da vida, parece ser impossível conhecermos algo íntimo, será que isso se aplica a nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a certeza (que interessante) mas sei que muito provavelmente também não a preciso de ter por isso reformularia o princípio: É impossivel conhecer a estrutura íntima da matéria mas não é impossivel conhecer a sua geratriz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7504576648681174335?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7504576648681174335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7504576648681174335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7504576648681174335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7504576648681174335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/princpio-da-incerteza.html' title='Princípio da incerteza'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMWhelI9FiI/AAAAAAAABMk/dkJYmhdRtZw/s72-c/big1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-6307042360303160221</id><published>2008-09-05T08:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:35:02.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Ano de Vida Bíblica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMDg5dqLuXI/AAAAAAAABMc/3n8KgH4ZJ_A/s1600-h/00000198512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMDg5dqLuXI/AAAAAAAABMc/3n8KgH4ZJ_A/s320/00000198512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242437244077980018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMDgzwUq5AI/AAAAAAAABMU/CTSDIHITLKg/s1600-h/vmu861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMDgzwUq5AI/AAAAAAAABMU/CTSDIHITLKg/s320/vmu861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242437146008806402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A. J. Jacobs, jornalista, judeu, mas pouco, decide iniciar uma original jornada espiritual: viver uma completa vida bíblica durante um ano, ou seja, seguir a Bíblia tão literalmente quanto possível durante esse tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Respeitar os Dez Mandamentos, amar o próximo, evitar usar roupas feitas de mistura de fibras, deixar crescer a barba, apedrejar os adúlteros, contactar com o máximo de religiões possível que também tentam viver segundo os ensinamentos bíblicos e, acima de tudo, tentar conciliar este modo de vida com a modernidade do século XXI é o que Jacobs tenta, e vive, durante um ano inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Este livro é o registo, em jeito de diário, dessa experiência ousada. As vivências, as dificuldades, as reflexões e as conclusões do autor sobre o mundo religioso actual, as discrepâncias do Velho e Novo Testamento e a impossibilidade de seguir à risca o livro mais influente do mundo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mais uma fabulosa prenda de anos (todas foram) que vinda de alguém com tão boa disposição e ateu, fica registado para sempre na capa do livro :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-6307042360303160221?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6307042360303160221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=6307042360303160221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6307042360303160221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/6307042360303160221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-ano-de-vida-bblica.html' title='Um Ano de Vida Bíblica'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SMDg5dqLuXI/AAAAAAAABMc/3n8KgH4ZJ_A/s72-c/00000198512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-5670603572529345144</id><published>2008-09-02T07:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:01:12.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei a desenhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLzkmanuTNI/AAAAAAAABME/Tpm9IwAOK2Y/s1600-h/hum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLzkmanuTNI/AAAAAAAABME/Tpm9IwAOK2Y/s320/hum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241315414984510674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiquei até à 1h da manhã entretido a desenhar esta sílaba semente, ou "bija", Hum, em sânscrito na caligrafia siddham.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Kukai, mestre budista japonês, Hum é um código para ver todas as verdades, todos os ensinamentos, todas as práticas, todos os objectivos. Bem, foi uma primeira experiência, só no fim é que notei algumas imperfeições, além de que depois aplicar um carimbo vermelho sobre fundo preto não é lá muito visível :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-5670603572529345144?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5670603572529345144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=5670603572529345144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5670603572529345144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/5670603572529345144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/voltei-desenhar.html' title='Voltei a desenhar'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLzkmanuTNI/AAAAAAAABME/Tpm9IwAOK2Y/s72-c/hum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4944111626307996884</id><published>2008-09-01T16:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:01:55.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLwRtJAHLEI/AAAAAAAABL0/frr5kZtAoaw/s1600-h/ferias-080_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLwRtJAHLEI/AAAAAAAABL0/frr5kZtAoaw/s320/ferias-080_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241083533560589378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLwRzm9Z5mI/AAAAAAAABL8/l1BWd5Y1SGc/s1600-h/ferias-105_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLwRzm9Z5mI/AAAAAAAABL8/l1BWd5Y1SGc/s320/ferias-105_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241083644681512546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As férias ainda estão cá dentro, foram boas, muito boas, o dia de anos foi excelente e pela primeira vez nuns quantos anos estou mesmo satisfeito com tudo e com uma bagagem muito boa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4944111626307996884?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4944111626307996884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4944111626307996884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4944111626307996884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4944111626307996884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SLwRtJAHLEI/AAAAAAAABL0/frr5kZtAoaw/s72-c/ferias-080_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4365109003856543880</id><published>2008-09-01T09:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:33:09.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Message in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIJ5gI9Vlx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIJ5gI9Vlx8&amp;amp;hl=en&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;Os 7 passos da &lt;a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/international/campaigns/climate-change/take_action/7steps%20"&gt;Greenpeace para salvar a Terra&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4365109003856543880?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4365109003856543880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4365109003856543880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4365109003856543880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4365109003856543880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/09/climate-message-in-bottle.html' title='Climate Message in a Bottle'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-4433215732487149172</id><published>2008-08-22T21:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:43:24.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição Vida Selvagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SK8kQW4BmeI/AAAAAAAABLk/5S9Wdnfzkhs/s1600-h/00409l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SK8kQW4BmeI/AAAAAAAABLk/5S9Wdnfzkhs/s320/00409l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237444755092249058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;O Centro de Exposições do &lt;em&gt;Freeport&lt;/em&gt; acolhe uma exposição, de mais de cem fotografias, sobre a vida selvagem, oriundas do concurso &lt;em&gt;Wildlife Photographer of Year&lt;/em&gt;, patrocionado pelo &lt;em&gt;Museu de História Nacional de Londres&lt;/em&gt; e pela &lt;em&gt;BBC Wildlife&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A exposição &lt;em&gt;Vida Selvagem&lt;/em&gt; pretende alertar o público para as questões da defesa da biodiversidade e dos habitats naturais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A exposição está aberta ao público até 14 de Setembro, todos os dias da semana, das 12h às 20h.&lt;/div&gt;Para mais informações: &lt;a href="http://www.freeport.pt/exposicoes"&gt;www.freeport.pt/exposicoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;É uma exposição excelente, bem montada num sistema de pequenas ilhas bem circuláveis e com uma fabulosa música ambiente. Eu gostei e a minha pequenita também, é excelente oportunidade para os pequenitos verem coisas bonitas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4433215732487149172?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4433215732487149172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4433215732487149172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4433215732487149172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4433215732487149172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/exposio-vida-selvagem.html' title='Exposição Vida Selvagem'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SK8kQW4BmeI/AAAAAAAABLk/5S9Wdnfzkhs/s72-c/00409l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-7312179246960568770</id><published>2008-08-21T01:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:16:47.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, que sou feio...</title><content type='html'>Eu, que sou feio, sólido, leal,&lt;br /&gt;A ti, que és bela, frágil, assustada,&lt;br /&gt;Quero  estimar-te, sempre, recatada&lt;br /&gt;Numa existência honesta, de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado à mesa dum café devasso.&lt;br /&gt;Ao avistar-te, há pouco, fraca e loura.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta Babel tão velha e corruptora,&lt;br /&gt;Tive tenções de oferecer-te o braço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando socorreste um miserável,&lt;br /&gt;Eu que bebia cálices de absinto,&lt;br /&gt;Mandei ir a garrafa, porque sinto&lt;br /&gt;Que me tornas prestante, bom, saudável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Ela aí vem!» disse eu para os demais;&lt;br /&gt;E pus-me a olhar, vexado e suspirando,&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo que pulsa, alegre e brando,&lt;br /&gt;Na frescura dos linhos matinais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via-te pela porta envidraçada;&lt;br /&gt;E invejava, - talvez não o suspeites!-&lt;br /&gt;Esse vestido simples, sem enfeites,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa cintura tenra, imaculada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia passando, a quatro, o patriarca.&lt;br /&gt;Triste eu saí. Doía-me a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Uma turba ruidosa, negra, espessa,&lt;br /&gt;Voltava das exéquias dum monarca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorável! Tu muito natural,&lt;br /&gt;Seguias a pensar no teu bordado;&lt;br /&gt;Avultava, num largo arborizado,&lt;br /&gt;Uma estátua de rei num  pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cesário Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-7312179246960568770?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/7312179246960568770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=7312179246960568770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7312179246960568770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/7312179246960568770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-que-sou-feio.html' title='Eu, que sou feio...'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2163041923289049278</id><published>2008-08-19T08:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:37:52.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Considerar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SKp4NvUDe6I/AAAAAAAABLU/PaRv4E_r7ck/s1600-h/space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SKp4NvUDe6I/AAAAAAAABLU/PaRv4E_r7ck/s320/space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236129694205836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Considerar vem do latim "considerare", estar com o céu. Neste tempo de resoluções em que me ponho com considerações não me devo esquecer que todos os projectos e ideias, devem estar de acordo com o céu. É bom lembrar o significado das palavras, no fim de contas, dizem tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2163041923289049278?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2163041923289049278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2163041923289049278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2163041923289049278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2163041923289049278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/considerar.html' title='Considerar'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SKp4NvUDe6I/AAAAAAAABLU/PaRv4E_r7ck/s72-c/space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-741878537098629301</id><published>2008-08-14T10:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:37:39.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&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/D1R-jKKp3NA&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;Um exemplo brilhante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-741878537098629301?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/741878537098629301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=741878537098629301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/741878537098629301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-4419013986902369017?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4419013986902369017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=4419013986902369017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4419013986902369017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/4419013986902369017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/olhar-de-cima.html' title='Olhar de cima'/><author><name>João 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Lisboa, muito bom, muito divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/voodoomarmalade"&gt;www.myspace.com/voodoomarmalade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8719961569191211436?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8719961569191211436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8719961569191211436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8719961569191211436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8719961569191211436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/voodoo-marmalade.html' title='Voodoo Marmalade'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-8852955647094692131</id><published>2008-08-08T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:10:34.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De mal a pior</title><content type='html'>Tanto se fala no dia de hoje como mudança, bem... &lt;a href="http://diarioeconomico.sapo.pt/edicion/diarioeconomico/internacional/sociedade/pt/desarrollo/1154277.html"&gt;a Rússia invadiu a Geórgia&lt;/a&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;Para a guerra nunca há razão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-8852955647094692131?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/8852955647094692131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=8852955647094692131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8852955647094692131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/8852955647094692131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-mal-pior.html' title='De mal a pior'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-93729229766856852</id><published>2008-08-05T09:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:23:25.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma vela pelo Tibet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SJgSXY-yyYI/AAAAAAAABKs/Tb8j61LFE44/s1600-h/Enlightenment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SJgSXY-yyYI/AAAAAAAABKs/Tb8j61LFE44/s320/Enlightenment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230951160242948482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia 7 de agosto, um dia antes da da cerimónia de abertura dos Jogos Olímpicos em Beijing, milhões de pessoas estarão a acender uma vela vermelha como um pedido de liberdade para o Tibet. Será o maior “Protesto de Luz” já realizado no planeta. O grupo &lt;em&gt;Sad Smoky Mountains&lt;/em&gt; providenciará colunas de fumaça vermelha próximos aos momumentos e prédios mais conhecidos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nós esperamos que a sua vela para campanha pelo Tibet inspire as autoridades chinesas a apreciar o valor da liberdade de todo o género humano e a importância da cultura budista tibetana, que está beneficiando milhões das pessoas e tem o potencial para servir a humanidade como um todo, inclusive os chineses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Tsering Tashi, representante de S.S. Dalai Lama&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Mais aqui - &lt;a href="http://www.candle4tibet.org/en/"&gt;candle4tibet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-93729229766856852?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/93729229766856852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=93729229766856852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/93729229766856852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/93729229766856852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/uma-vela-pelo-tibet.html' title='Uma vela pelo Tibet'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SJgSXY-yyYI/AAAAAAAABKs/Tb8j61LFE44/s72-c/Enlightenment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-2205514463479698235</id><published>2008-08-04T08:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:23:25.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Toumani Diabate no CCB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SJauqWJuEVI/AAAAAAAABKk/PqxAtDzriHE/s1600-h/f1_toumani_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SJauqWJuEVI/AAAAAAAABKk/PqxAtDzriHE/s320/f1_toumani_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230560059761496402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inserido no Projecto Global do CCB, Toumani Diabate foi tocar na praça central neste sábado à noite. Belém estava no seu melhor, as matizes de azul profundo no céu, as paredes quentes do CCB, o vento que refrescava, os sons da África ocidental num misto de alegria, transcendentalidade e diálogo com as raizes, tudo através da sua Kora.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos o link para o &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/toumanidiabate"&gt;MySpace com músicas que vale a pena ouvir...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-2205514463479698235?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/2205514463479698235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=2205514463479698235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2205514463479698235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/2205514463479698235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/08/toumani-diabate-no-ccb.html' title='Toumani Diabate no CCB'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SJauqWJuEVI/AAAAAAAABKk/PqxAtDzriHE/s72-c/f1_toumani_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30376504.post-1793314032657783108</id><published>2008-07-29T09:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:03:36.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy People Dancing on Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1211060?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user484313?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Matthew Harding&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O que todos temos em comum :)&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena também ver os &lt;a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/archivepix.html"&gt;restantes tópicos da Nasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30376504-1793314032657783108?l=nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/feeds/1793314032657783108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30376504&amp;postID=1793314032657783108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1793314032657783108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30376504/posts/default/1793314032657783108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacurvadaestrada.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-people-dancing-on-planet-earth.html' title='Happy People Dancing on Planet Earth'/><author><name>João Magalhães</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01678129037226499833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__vvP_4kPwb8/SH868Ta3hcI/AAAAAAAABI4/qLXepLjqaHw/S220/jsm08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
