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href="http://www.africa-turismo.com/mapas/somalia.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baidoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Disse Hepburn: «&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para muitas é demasiado tarde, mas para muitas, muitas outras, ainda vamos a tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.», quando se deparou com o impacto do problema da fome junto das crianças na Somália, corria o ano de 1922.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;90 anos depois, o problema da fome naquele país mantem-se e as palavras de Lady Audrey Hepburn não podiam ser mais actuais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Want to be Audrey Hepburn? Just click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supportunicef.org/site/pp.asp?c=9fLEJSOALpE&amp;amp;b=7542627"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; and HELP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-515821047598076930?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/515821047598076930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=515821047598076930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/515821047598076930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/515821047598076930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/08/hepburn-sempre-actual.html' title='Hepburn sempre actual'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAEEuV2jl9M/TkAuGyhlN2I/AAAAAAAABMM/vuoq_fioKCc/s72-c/audrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6236340496460454203</id><published>2011-08-03T20:23:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:26:24.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Uma história simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kafO7_abrk/TjmsKtWA9hI/AAAAAAAABME/onPeV7jSDwc/s1600/lost-in-translation.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636725708601488914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kafO7_abrk/TjmsKtWA9hI/AAAAAAAABME/onPeV7jSDwc/s400/lost-in-translation.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;O meu peito estava quente, o meu coração pensativo. (...) Fingia que não o tinha, só para depois ter o susto de o ter. (..) Criava as mais falsas dificuldades para aquela coisa clandestina que era a felicidade. A felicidade ía ser sempre clandestina para mim. Parece que já pressentia. Como demorei! Eu vivia no ar... Havia orgulho e pudor em mim. Eu era uma rainha delicada. Às vezes sentava-me na rede, balançando-me com o livro aberto no colo, sem tocá-lo, quase em êxtase puríssimo. Não era mais uma menina com um livro: era uma mulher com o seu amante.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clarice Lispector, Felicidade Clandestina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6236340496460454203?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6236340496460454203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6236340496460454203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6236340496460454203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6236340496460454203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/08/felicidade.html' title='Uma história simples'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kafO7_abrk/TjmsKtWA9hI/AAAAAAAABME/onPeV7jSDwc/s72-c/lost-in-translation.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-141943581936707266</id><published>2011-07-29T06:08:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:58:44.872+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;A ignorância só é degradante ao lado da abastança&quot; - Schopenhauer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Excrementos Humanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;«Centenas de habitantes empobrecidos e seropositivos do reino da Suazilândia, sul de África, estão a comer excremento de vaca nas zonas rurais para evitar que a medicação com retrovirais seja efectuada com o estômago vazio.» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jn.pt/PaginaInicial/Mundo/Interior.aspx?content_id=1935493&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/mundo/noticias/0,,OI3123171-EI294,00-Mulheres+protestam+na+Suazilandia+contra+extravagancia+da+realeza.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.uol.com.br/ultimas-noticias/efe/2011/07/15/esposa-do-rei-da-suazilandia-denuncia-sequestro-e-pede-ajuda-a-africa-do-sul.jhtm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gostava de ter a capacidade de tecer um comentário a esta notícia... lembro apenas que em Setembro de 2010, El rei Mswati III da Suazilândia, e actual monarca, despediu o Ministro da Justiça, depois de o ter apanhado em flagrante delito com a 12ª das suas (do Monarca) 14 mulheres... A "consorte" em questão, de 22 anos... E sinto emergir em mim uma incontrolavel vontade de lhe (ao fofo do Mswati) cantar.... qualquer coisa parecido com isto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="390" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/o8VZX4sHn-4?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;... mas o nível de (in)sanidade mental ainda não me permite dirigir-me a excrementos humanos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-141943581936707266?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/141943581936707266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=141943581936707266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/141943581936707266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/141943581936707266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/excrementos-humanos.html' title='Excrementos Humanos'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5884728521494939427</id><published>2011-07-26T00:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:45:07.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Faces de Eva II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe style="WIDTH: 470px; 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- Schopenhauer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Somália... um país com gente dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ormVZmOp1hk/Tiu60pSmq1I/AAAAAAAABLs/Sr1n3ft-oj4/s1600/somalia_fome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632801172556786514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ormVZmOp1hk/Tiu60pSmq1I/AAAAAAAABLs/Sr1n3ft-oj4/s400/somalia_fome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.euronews.net/2011/07/20/somalia-onu-declara-oficialmente-a-fome-e-pede-ajuda-urgente/#.Tiu5yg9ZPBY.blogger"&gt;Somália: ONU declara oficialmente a fome e pede ajuda urgente. euronews, mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já outras vezes a situação social da Somália motivou aqui alguns posts.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não consigo ser indiferente. Resta-me a indignação.... Como disse um dia Pierre Bourdieu: «&lt;b&gt;se o mundo social me é suportável, é porque me indign&lt;/b&gt;o.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ler &lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/somalia-37-milhoes-a-morrer-a-fome-fotogaleria=f663230"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/mundo/rebeldes+islamicos+negam+fome+na+somalia+e+mantem+veto+a+ajuda/n1597094599417.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.euronews.net/2011/07/20/somalia-onu-declara-oficialmente-a-fome-e-pede-ajuda-urgente/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.euronews.net/2011/07/11/tragedia-humana-no-corno-de-africa/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.unhcr.org/pages/49e483ad6.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Seguro. &lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/antonio-jose-seguro-eleito-secretario-geral-do-ps=f663776"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7252612437181339780?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7252612437181339780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7252612437181339780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7252612437181339780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/boa-noite.html' title='Boa noite!'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5621223122128332259</id><published>2011-07-22T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:36:53.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Boa tarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/LYhrYHmUPn0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Strauss-Khan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/dsk-sexo-com-tres-outras-mulheres-usado-como-alibi=f662503"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dixit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-2925462726512908329?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/2925462726512908329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=2925462726512908329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2925462726512908329'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>A menina da árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVCkIqO3j3Q/TiEiZe6CJTI/AAAAAAAABLU/qHghKxoJCGI/s1600/kate%2Bpulley.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVCkIqO3j3Q/TiEiZe6CJTI/AAAAAAAABLU/qHghKxoJCGI/s400/kate%2Bpulley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629818830378378546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;«Porque é que o mundo inteiro acontecia para fora, enquanto ela só acontecia para dentro?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8144030512529768906?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8144030512529768906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8144030512529768906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8144030512529768906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8144030512529768906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/menina-da-arvore.html' title='A menina da árvore'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVCkIqO3j3Q/TiEiZe6CJTI/AAAAAAAABLU/qHghKxoJCGI/s72-c/kate%2Bpulley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-1687764074095363496</id><published>2011-07-16T04:33:00.029+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:50:35.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>You really got a hold on me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acabo de vos deixar com a certeza de que nunca mais voltaremos a estar juntos desta forma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É o fim de um ciclo. Sei o que me espera... mas sei sobretudo que vocês me farão muita falta. Inevitável... Não consegui estar convosco sem que a imagem mental dos momentos que passamos juntos se repetisse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como sempre, esta noite foi tão agradável como todas as outras. Não consegui dizer-vos o quanto gosto de vocês. Sussurrei-vos que sentirei a vossa falta... entre promessas de que sim, me farei de penetra para vos visitar, e de que não perderemos os laços... mas todos sabemos que nunca é assim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um momento difícil, este... vocês tornaram-se parte do que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que vocês não sabem sequer que este espaço existe, mas ainda assim não resisto a dizer-vos: Gosto muito de vocês. Sentirei muito a vossa falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NTAjLwWNITg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-1687764074095363496?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/1687764074095363496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=1687764074095363496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1687764074095363496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1687764074095363496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-time-together.html' title='You really got a hold on me...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-598186054728472537</id><published>2011-07-15T00:56:00.026+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T05:43:36.967+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;A ignorância só é degradante ao lado da abastança&quot; - Schopenhauer'/><title type='text'>Tudo sobre... Agrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/5XtVegQE91o?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Chamam-me Agrado porque toda a minha vida, sempre tentei agradar aos outros. Além de agradável, sou muito autêntica. Vejam que corpo... Feito à medida. Olhos amendoados: 80ml; Nariz: 200ml (...) Seios: dois, porque não sou nenhum monstro. Setenta mil cada, mas já estão amortizados&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continua: «&lt;em&gt;Custa muito ser autêntica, minha senhora. E nestas coisas não devemos economizar, pois é-se mais autêntica quanto mais se parece com o que se sonhou para si mesma.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Através da personagem de Agrado, transsexual, a actriz Antonia San Juan conduz-nos inevitavelmente à reflexão sobre o que julgamos ser autêntico e a falsidade; a mentira como forma de sobrevivência e a verdade como impossibilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos (?) reconhecemos no uso social da mentira uma inevitabilidade... que nos "livra" de compromissos chatos (pessoais ou profissionais). Sim, porque todos mentimos... Talvez pela necessidade, como refere Simone Weil, de construirmos «&lt;em&gt;uma armadura (...) que permite ao inapto que existe em si sobreviver aos acontecimentos que, sem essa armadura, o aniquilariam...» -&lt;/em&gt; e assim compreendemos também, a necessidade de tantos outros de fantasiarem acerca duma verdade que de forma mais ou menos consciente, não passa do recalcamento de uma certeza dolorosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Afinal, a verdade só nos é conveniente, quando de encontro à realidade que construímos para nós... E nisso, de facto, Agrado não poderia ser mais autêntica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-598186054728472537?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/598186054728472537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=598186054728472537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/598186054728472537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/598186054728472537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/tudo-sobre.html' title='Tudo sobre... Agrado'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-1136847533371717200</id><published>2011-07-14T03:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T03:29:24.250+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Postcards From Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/X61BVv6pLtw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/X61BVv6pLtw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-1136847533371717200?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/1136847533371717200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=1136847533371717200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1136847533371717200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1136847533371717200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/postcards-from-italy.html' title='Postcards From Italy'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6825340264060144152</id><published>2011-07-14T00:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:13:17.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Como é que eu não hei-de amar as palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se no vazio da noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em que procuro o calor do teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;A película delas solta-se das coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para trazer o teu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nuns dedos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ávidos da tua mão&lt;/span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. P. C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6825340264060144152?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6825340264060144152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6825340264060144152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6825340264060144152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6825340264060144152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/07/eleven.html' title='Eleven'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8594945150850519535</id><published>2011-07-07T05:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T05:27:13.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Quero... acredito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pMXv016DvLg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pequeno paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As pessoas gostavam dos dois com a mesma intensidade de quem precisa de ar para viver, e por isso, viviam militantemente insatisfeitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Está mal! - diziam. E porquê? - Porque está mal. Não pode ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- São todos iguais, não vale a pena fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E paulatinamente foram-se dispersando nas suas motivações, sem nunca prescindirem do seu direito à indignação. E não podemos malquerer às pessoas assim, que não prescindem do seu livre-arbítrio, da liberdade de expressão, etc. e tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os senhores do poder, eleitos para representar a insatisfação das pessoas, espelhavam coerentemente, a sua alienação. Também eles diziam que tudo estava mal, e que dessa forma não poderia continuar, claro está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia o tal lugar ficou saturado dos queixumes das pessoas que lá viviam. Rebela-se e pede a outros lugares, ajuda para restituir a identidade perdida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num voo especial chegaram uns senhores que quiseram perceber o fenómeno. Vinham manifestamente preocupados e com vontade de restituir ao lugar a ordem de que precisava. Leram papéis, muitos papéis, e queriam falar com as pessoas para perceber o seu desassossego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nesse lugar as pessoas reinvindicavam o direito ao descanso. O seu inferno e o seu paraíso maçava-as violentamente e sentiam que não podiam sucumbir, por falta de resiliência, ao seu direito de gritarem que tudo estava mal... como sempre estivera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então os senhores que ainda tinham o poder, nesse lugar, autorizaram que todos as pessoas que trabalhavam para o bem-estar do lugar, teriam direito a uma interrupção de cinco dias das suas obrigações para a causa pública, «&lt;em&gt;Considerando a tradição de tolerância de ponto em serviços não essenciais na época de Páscoa (...)» (&lt;/em&gt;como centros de saúde, hospitais, tribunais, etc. ...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqueloutros que tinham chegado num voo especial, não percebiam como é que um lugar podia ficar cinco dias fechado. Mas a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;final aquele era apenas um lugar. Um lugar com um défice externo como já não havia (muita) memória, com uma taxa oficial de desemprego superior a 11%, com uma taxa de 10% de pessoas a viver a baixo do limiar de pobreza, onde um mês antes as pessoas saíram civilizadamente à rua a reinvindicar um posto de trabalho, é certo, mas apenas um lugar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy your easter hollidays Mr(s). funcionário público!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7799652223874823212?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7799652223874823212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7799652223874823212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7799652223874823212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7799652223874823212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/era-uma-vez-um-lugar.html' title='Era uma vez um lugar'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5965730536807902146</id><published>2011-04-21T02:08:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:07:49.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens de inquietude'/><title type='text'>Peer Gynt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;A acção começa nos primeiros anos do século XIX e termina por volta de 1860. Desenrola-se no vale de Gudbrande, (...) na costa de Marrocos (..).».&lt;/em&gt; É este o cenário de "Peer Gynt", o poema dramático de Henrik Ibse - um dos grandes expoentes do teatro do realismo moderno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A obra foi escrita para contar a história de Peder Günt, que Ibsen teve oportunidade de conhecer, com o título original de "Peer Gynt - o Imperador de si mesmo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Peer Gynt" relata a viagem da personagem ao encontro de si mesmo, procurando evitar que a sua alma se dilua em não mais que coisa nenhuma. «&lt;em&gt;Não me mereço&lt;/em&gt;.», «&lt;em&gt;Necessito de tempo para pensar&lt;/em&gt;.», diz em dado momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Ora vencida, ora vencedora, esta eterna criança que vive num mundo que está para além do bem e do mal, em que só a liberdade e a fantasia a guiam, mas que a torna surda em relação aos outros e cega para si próprio. Peer Gynt não se quer confrontar com a sua solidão, a sua fragilidade e a sua morte. Apesar do seu profundo e vital instinto de sobrevivência, a ligeireza e a pouca consistência das suas elaborações mentais não são mais do que aparências, numa vida sempre deslocada e sem raízes. Os seus desejos e sonhos (ou pesadelos) sucedem-se e desaparecem, sem que nada seja verdadeiramente modificado. Só lhe resta a fuga para a frente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santo ou criminoso, Peer Gynt tem a consciência que é socialmente um banido, que não está bem no real, mesmo que finja que não se preocupa com isso.(...)»,&lt;/em&gt; descreve José Wallenstein que levou a cena no passado mês de Março a peça, na Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian, por convite do Serviço da Música daquela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É, aliás, da autoria de Edvard Grieg, a composição em duas suites do acompanhamento musical da representação declamada de "Peer Gynt", que começa com "Amanhecer", uma melodia de flauta, representando justamente, um amanhecer na Noruega:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PAbwMGZtIsY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PAbwMGZtIsY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O interesse pelo intrincado "Peer Gynt" tem-se feito sentir por cá e além fronteiras, inclusivé no filme homónimo de Uwe Janson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TuL7AjcoLFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TuL7AjcoLFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Um homem que é ele mesmo, aí é que está o problema, eu sou eu mesmo do princípio ao fim&lt;/em&gt;», conclui Peer Gynt, de si próprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post Scriptum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Não resisti à síntese de Vera Peneda (num artigo sobre "História de um mentiroso", encenada por João Garcia Miguel) descrevendo Peer Gynt, daí a adenda. Ei-la: «&lt;em&gt;Ele sonhou ser imperador, procurou a glória pessoal e resistiu aos golpes do destino. Quando parecia ter dado o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;melhor para ser ele próprio, Gynt descobre que é um grandioso fracasso e que a sua vida é uma mentira colossal. No fim, é apanhado pelo amor, perde a alma e morre.&lt;/em&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5965730536807902146?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5965730536807902146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5965730536807902146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5965730536807902146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5965730536807902146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/peer-gynt.html' title='Peer Gynt'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5780188922572386306</id><published>2011-04-18T00:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:24:30.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>"Foi você que pediu...?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCxVVZvA4TM/Tat1vzLzsnI/AAAAAAAABK4/aFKTdWqIIEk/s1600/greensands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596696425992008306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCxVVZvA4TM/Tat1vzLzsnI/AAAAAAAABK4/aFKTdWqIIEk/s320/greensands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5780188922572386306?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5780188922572386306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5780188922572386306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5780188922572386306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5780188922572386306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/foi-voce-que-pediu.html' title='&quot;Foi você que pediu...?&quot;'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCxVVZvA4TM/Tat1vzLzsnI/AAAAAAAABK4/aFKTdWqIIEk/s72-c/greensands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3314942267581764914</id><published>2011-04-17T23:08:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:02:22.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Enquanto o Sam tocava</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durante a 2ª Grande Guerra, Ilsa e Rick apaixonam-se em Paris, enquanto a cidade estava ocupada pelos Alemães.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reencontram-se mais tarde em Marrocos, no bar do hotel (actualmente da cadeia Hyatt) explorado por Rick, enquanto aguardam um visto para embarcarem para Lisboa e daí para os EUA. Ilsa está acompanhada pelo marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É precisamente no decorrer desse encontro no "Rick`s Café Américain", que as personagens interpretadas por Humphrey Bogard e Ingrid Bergman reavivam memórias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Casablanca" é um dos mais belos filmes de sempre e decididamente uma história irresistível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«We`ll allways have Paris»...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/AY62QByUYJQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/AY62QByUYJQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3314942267581764914?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3314942267581764914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3314942267581764914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3314942267581764914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3314942267581764914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/enquanto-o-sam-tocava.html' title='Enquanto o Sam tocava'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5553150353797140020</id><published>2011-04-17T21:10:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:06:35.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens de inquietude'/><title type='text'>O monstro e a bela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Monstro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596652969505139586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4z43WRYWBg/TatOOTJ9K4I/AAAAAAAABKo/frKPG2HbKeM/s320/truman%2Bcapote%2B09.jpg" /&gt; ... da escrita, entenda-se. De uma escrita que aprecio especialmente. O polémico Truman Capote, autor do controverso "Travessia de Verão", do reconhecido "Outras vozes, outros lugares", ou "Breakfast at Tiffany`s" cuja adaptação ao cinema, conta com a interpretação da bela... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653645878865298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWFi3N48z_s/TatO1q2BLZI/AAAAAAAABKw/-Y5mkz_A4Go/s400/audrey-hepburn.jpg" /&gt; ...Audrey Hepburn, no papel de Holly Golightly. Símbolo de elegância, feminilidade, delicadeza, discrição... Isn`t she wonderful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dos meus filmes de eleição. Vale sempre a pena a (re)ler e (re)ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5553150353797140020?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5553150353797140020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5553150353797140020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5553150353797140020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5553150353797140020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-monstro-e-bela.html' title='O monstro e a bela'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4z43WRYWBg/TatOOTJ9K4I/AAAAAAAABKo/frKPG2HbKeM/s72-c/truman%2Bcapote%2B09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3050894022642391697</id><published>2011-04-17T04:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T04:52:09.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Yeah... I´m easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/xuiaL9HD2hw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/xuiaL9HD2hw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3050894022642391697?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3050894022642391697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3050894022642391697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3050894022642391697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3050894022642391697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/yeah-im-easy.html' title='Yeah... I´m easy...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6758895162323895780</id><published>2011-04-16T20:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:10:57.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>...see you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e o que nos ficou não chega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em esperas inúteis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu acreditava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acreditava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque ao teu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todas as coisas eram possíveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;era no tempo em que os meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eram realmente peixes verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje são apenas os meus olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É pouco mas é verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uns olhos como todos os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já gastámos as palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando agora digo: meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;já não se passa absolutamente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tenho a certeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de que todas as coisas estremeciam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;só de murmurar o teu nome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no silêncio do meu coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não temos já nada para dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não há nada que me peça água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O passado é inútil como um trapo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adeus.» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6758895162323895780?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6758895162323895780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8502694571442047875</id><published>2011-04-16T20:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:39:18.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;A ignorância só é degradante ao lado da abastança&quot; - Schopenhauer'/><title type='text'>O meu Mercedes é maior do que o teu...</title><content type='html'>Miguel Portas 05/04/2011: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TDuKYdfHMNs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TDuKYdfHMNs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Parlamento da Suécia algures durante a 1ª década do século XXI: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/3aC4A7bSnXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/3aC4A7bSnXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8502694571442047875?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7657045999154812973</id><published>2011-04-10T19:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:23:10.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecos da minha ausência'/><title type='text'>Lettie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Descobri-a por acaso, há já alguns meses. &lt;a href="http://www.lettiemusic.com/bio.html"&gt;Lettie&lt;/a&gt; é uma contadora de estórias, que transporta para o palco a visão cinematográfica que imprime às suas composições; muitas vezes inspirada pelos postais antigos que colecciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 2009 acompanhou Peter Murphy na digressaõ europeia e é possível que venha este ano a Portugal, desta vez just by herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/E3yneuanerU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/E3yneuanerU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7657045999154812973?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8125488560274731199</id><published>2011-04-09T18:28:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:31:13.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Never said "I`ll be back..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... But here I am today!... Dois anos depois... Porque Inquietude, é de facto, o meu modo de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É sempre reconfortante regressar a casa num final de tarde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lbSOLBMUvIE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8125488560274731199?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8125488560274731199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8125488560274731199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8125488560274731199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8125488560274731199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Never said &quot;I`ll be back...&quot;'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lbSOLBMUvIE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6118078736783161383</id><published>2009-05-16T05:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:07:52.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>12 points to Flor-de-Lis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQPZAPtpTfg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQPZAPtpTfg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Cantam na língua materna, coisa rara para os lados da Eurovisão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- A música exala as raízes tradicionais Portuguesas, numa roupagem tão comedida entre o antigo e o moderno que a torna tão primaveril; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- O casamento de palavras de Pedro Marques (autor da letra) exemplifica de forma tão feliz a complexidade das coisas simples;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- O despojamento da Daniela Varela que, brincando, se faz valer em palco do único atributo realmente importante: a voz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Depois de tanto tempo, conseguiram que os Portugueses ficassem expectantes com o Festival da Eurovisão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde a minha infância/adolescência, que uma canção a concurso à Eurovisão não me entusiasmava. Esta música espelha uma Alma Lusa que me parece mais condicente com um Portugal actual, em construção, jovem, positivo, europeu e globalizado por referência a uma matriz cultural identitária. Este é o meu Portugal, tão bem interpretado pelos Flor-de-Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Flor-de-Lis no myspace &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/flordelisbanda"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Se sou tinta Tu és tela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou chuva És aguarela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou sal És branca areia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou mar És maré-cheia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou céu És nuvem nele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou estrela És de encantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou noite És luz para ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou dia És o luar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a voz Do coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa carta Aberta ao mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou o espelho D’emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do teu olhar Profundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou um todo Num instante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corpo dado Em jeito amante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou o tempo Que não passa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a saudade Me abraça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beija o mar O vento e a lua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou um sol Em neve nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todas as ruas Do amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serás meu E eu serei tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou tinta Tu és tela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou chuva És aguarela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou sal És branca areia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou mar És maré cheia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou céu És nuvem nele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou estrela És de encantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou noite És luz para ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se sou dia És o luar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beija o mar O vento e a lua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou um sol Em neve nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todas as ruas Do amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serás meu E eu serei tua&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flor-de-Lis, Todas as Ruas do Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6118078736783161383?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6118078736783161383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6118078736783161383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6118078736783161383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6118078736783161383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-points-to-portugal.html' title='12 points to Flor-de-Lis'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7965307883280572731</id><published>2008-12-31T02:29:00.014Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:33:23.293Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closing Time'/><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Dezembro de 2006 nasceu o INQUIETUDE, sem quaisquer pretensões que não a de me obrigar ao exercício da escrita, traduzindo inquietações pessoais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Durante este período fui visita regular de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://murcon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperobemquenao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; blog de pessoas que admirava, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://setevidascomoosgatos.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;umas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://charquinho.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;outras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; por quem passei a sentir admiração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A disponibilidadade para actualizar a escrita passou a ser desde há alguns meses o grande constrangimento, e outros afazeres tornam-me agora ainda mais indisponível para este espaço que foi em tempos de prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Agradeço por isso a todos os que me visitaram, e que eu continuarei a visitar, enquanto o INQUIETUDE desfruta de licença sabática. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It`s "Closing Time".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que tenham um fantástico 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7965307883280572731?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7965307883280572731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7965307883280572731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7965307883280572731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7965307883280572731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-j.html' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-2042702317950562290</id><published>2008-12-17T00:52:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:01:54.863Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quadra da treta by Swarovski Crystal'/><title type='text'>É Natal... Portanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se ainda não tem, é altura de arranjar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De plástico ou cristal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pouco importa afinal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É preciso ter uma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280556638240218530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SUhOSO6jnaI/AAAAAAAABIo/x39qPeku_94/s400/arvore+natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imperdoável seria, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;esquecer-se do amigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e não oferecer o que mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;à quadra dá sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SUhOjHj2SDI/AAAAAAAABI4/u5lW_AiwfzU/s1600-h/presentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280556928323700786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SUhOjHj2SDI/AAAAAAAABI4/u5lW_AiwfzU/s400/presentes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melhor seria se nevasse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O espírito da época&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teria maior intensidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A família reunida a fazer um ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559257498353826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SUhQqsaXAKI/AAAAAAAABJA/wYAtM3UtJSk/s400/boneco+neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se depois das Festas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda sobrar energia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280561034787162818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SUhSSJVCCsI/AAAAAAAABJI/406NWtLGyyo/s400/sinos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tocarem e for hora de acordar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;talvez possamos então&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;o Natal celebrar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-2042702317950562290?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/2042702317950562290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=2042702317950562290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2042702317950562290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2042702317950562290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-portanto.html' title='É Natal... Portanto...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SUhOSO6jnaI/AAAAAAAABIo/x39qPeku_94/s72-c/arvore+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-574183750893614980</id><published>2008-12-10T00:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:49:45.828Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Governação Global'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Parabéns à "São"...</title><content type='html'>... pelo 60º aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;É uma menina crescida mas tão pouco respeitada, a Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTlrSYbCbHE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTlrSYbCbHE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/1709764933551420358-574183750893614980?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/574183750893614980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=574183750893614980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/574183750893614980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/574183750893614980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/12/parabns-so.html' title='Parabéns à &quot;São&quot;...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-418358103291320568</id><published>2008-11-20T23:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:00:39.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Porque hoje se celebra a Declaração Universal dos Direitos da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mm2zDEYmpIg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mm2zDEYmpIg&amp;hl=pt-br&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/1709764933551420358-418358103291320568?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/418358103291320568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=418358103291320568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/418358103291320568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/418358103291320568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-hoje-se-celebra-declarao.html' title='Porque hoje se celebra a Declaração Universal dos Direitos da Criança'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8746627653754149303</id><published>2008-10-17T21:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:16:44.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Levanta-te e Actua</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258232976970214786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SPj_CIKN7YI/AAAAAAAABIQ/3gwFcYYp22c/s400/pobreza.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje é o Dia Mundial da Erradicação da Pobreza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pelo mundo, cerca de 900 milhões de pessoas não têm capacidade de resposta para as necessidades primárias de sobrevivência quotidiana, seis milhões de crianças morrem de fome e outros 161 milhões sofrem de subnutrição crónica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só no dia de hoje, morreram cerca de 50 mil pessoas vítimas de pobreza extrema. É assim todos os dias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em Portugal cerca de 20% da população vive a baixo dos limiares da pobreza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre os compromissos assumidos pela ONU (e pelos 189 que a integram) para alcançar os Objectivos de Desenvolvimento do Milénio, foi considerado prioritário até 2015, o pleno emprego e o trabalho decente para todos (incluindo mulheres e jovens), e a redução para metade, da percentagem da população afectada pela fome, e daqueles cujo rendimento é inferior a um dólar por dia.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258232783905993426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SPj-248HstI/AAAAAAAABII/E37sRwnhb0M/s400/pobreza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É por isso urgente, que governos e sociedade civil encarem as verdadeiras causas da pobreza, questionem o actual desequilíbrio na distribuição de riqueza e actuem para que os compromissos sejam de facto cumpridos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Stand Up and Speak Out" é uma inicitiva global, à qual se associa Portugal, que decorre hoje e no dia 19 de Outubro, e que apela para a mobilização dos cidadãos exigindo aos seus governos que se mobilizem para que a meta da ONU até 2015, seja uma realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8746627653754149303?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SPj_CIKN7YI/AAAAAAAABIQ/3gwFcYYp22c/s72-c/pobreza.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7014410249118910995</id><published>2008-10-14T01:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:17:33.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><title type='text'>O refrão dos dias que passam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5w-iyGEvRD4&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7014410249118910995?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7014410249118910995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7014410249118910995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7014410249118910995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7014410249118910995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/10/banda-sonora-dos-dias-que-passam.html' title='O refrão dos dias que passam...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-633136304832714811</id><published>2008-10-06T23:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:18:59.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Ontem foi dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... do 865º aniversário do tratado de Zamora que consolida a transmutação do Condado Portucalense em Reino de Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;«1143: quem não sabe esta data não é bom português!»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... do 98º aniversário da Implantação da República em Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-633136304832714811?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/633136304832714811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=633136304832714811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/633136304832714811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/633136304832714811'/><link 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href="http://diario.iol.pt/sociedade/violencia-mulheres-tentativa-de-homicidio-violencia-domestica-homicidios-umar/983696-4071.html"&gt;desta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.correiomanha.pt/noticia.aspx?channelid=00000021-0000-0000-0000-000000000021&amp;amp;contentid=A00D722E-E7A0-40DB-AAE4-B7087D398A8E"&gt;desta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ww1.rtp.pt/noticias/index.php?article=327726&amp;amp;visual=26"&gt;desta&lt;/a&gt; e outras notícias publicadas, Elza Pais, Presidente da Comissão para a Cidadania e Igualdade de Género (CIG), e investigadora na área da Violência Doméstica, escreveu num artigo de opinião publicado no &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Público&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de hoje:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Junho de 2008, foi divulgado pela Universidade Nova de Lisboa um estudo inédito promovido pela Comissão para a Cidadania e Igualdade de Género (CIG) sobre a dimensão real da violência doméstica e de género (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concluiu-se deste estudo que a violência doméstica - em todas as suas variantes (violência física, psicológica, sexual) - diminuiu 10 por cento nos últimos 10 anos. Mas, no sentido inverso, os registos das queixas apresentadas à GNR e à PSP têm vindo a aumentar desde 2000, a uma média anual de 12,2 por cento. No entanto, quando comparamos os números de 2007 com os anos anteriores, verificamos que a tendência crescente das denúncias se mantém, mas que o valor de crescimento baixou no último ano: crescimento de 17,1 por cento em 2005, de 13,2 por cento em 2006 e de 7,1 por cento em 2007. Ou seja, o aumento das denúncias em 2007 (7,1 por cento) foi inferior à média anual de aumento desde 2000 (12,2 por cento), data em que este crime se tornou público e se começou a sistematizar este tipo de dados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) apesar de a dimensão real da violência doméstica estar a diminuir, os incidentes tendem a revestir-se de uma maior gravidade. (...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) Sabemos por exemplo que, em 1996, 15,1 por cento dos homicídios eram de natureza conjugal, e que essa percentagem aumentou para 16,4 por cento dez anos depois. Mas carecemos de informações mais precisas e detalhadas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Observatório da UMAR (União de Mulheres Alternativa e Resposta), que faz o inventário dos casos noticiados pela imprensa escrita, identificou 36 vítimas de homicídio conjugal em 2005, 37 em 2006, 24 vítimas em 2007 e 17 casos até Maio de 2008. Há que olhar com reserva para estes números, já que se trata apenas de casos noticiados nos jornais. A escolha de um tema de notícia depende de critérios jornalísticos muito volúveis e incontroláveis (...) que não permitem tirar conclusões quanto a tendências.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podemos dizer, com base nestes dados, que o homicídio está a aumentar ou a diminuir e muito menos qual a proporção associada a esse eventual aumento, como recentemente alguns fizeram, em notícias e comentários aos casos mais mediáticos.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6174314257623628609?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6174314257623628609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6174314257623628609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6174314257623628609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6174314257623628609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/10/violncias.html' title='Violências'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3649196428145824505</id><published>2008-10-01T23:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:31:35.129+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Hoje é dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252317741482077714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SOP7KGyFbhI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Jtdiuh3JyrM/s400/1362006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... Mundial da Água &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318797213486706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SOP8HjsETnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/lUq22TfhhCA/s400/375950311_9bce81cd5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ... Mundial da Música &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252331448881036738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SOQHn-0qvcI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/hZ0icSKiwIU/s400/329919359_d8107e755a_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Mundial do Vegetarianismo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318339535930658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SOP7s6tPBSI/AAAAAAAAA1I/z_D_jcukTTg/s400/idoso_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto de Sebastião Salgado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Internacional do Idoso &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3649196428145824505?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3649196428145824505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3649196428145824505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3649196428145824505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3649196428145824505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-dia.html' title='Hoje 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SNgafwB2i7I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4f02NQSp79o/s400/arvores-outono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melhor que o espectáculo da queda das folhas, só o som ao pisá-las&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-2452930557215135264?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/2452930557215135264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=2452930557215135264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3127055579463350773</id><published>2008-09-21T06:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:22:27.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JigvI-mWig&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3127055579463350773?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3127055579463350773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3127055579463350773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3127055579463350773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3127055579463350773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-567797562328035668</id><published>2008-09-21T04:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:49:00.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Tiques</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ler &lt;a href="http://juramentodoshipocritas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiques.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-567797562328035668?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/567797562328035668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=567797562328035668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/567797562328035668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/567797562328035668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiques.html' title='Tiques'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5918360056243089407</id><published>2008-09-21T01:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:07:37.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Cohen'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. Cohen</title><content type='html'>O &lt;em&gt;Inquietude&lt;/em&gt; dedica mais um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; a Leonard Cohen e este (como os outros) com motivo mais que justificado: Mr Cohen celebra hoje o 74º aniversário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar do sucesso musical só ter surgido após o reconhecido mérito literário, é sobretudo como músico que granjeia o maior número de fãs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SNWfJ5_4HrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/gr5ZZHRXOzQ/s1600-h/leonard_cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248275933306560178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SNWfJ5_4HrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/gr5ZZHRXOzQ/s400/leonard_cohen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De "&lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;", a primeira música que gravou em 1966, a "&lt;em&gt;Dear Heather&lt;/em&gt;", o último álbum de 2004, foram vários os sucessos e os retiros para se dedicar à escrita e ao estudo do Budismo. Foi aliás, ordenado monge e obteve o nome Dharma de Jikan (o silencioso), em 1996.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não renega, todavia, a religião Judaica ou descura a escrita, sendo o último livro de poemas publicado, "Book of Longing", de 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«I know she is coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know she will look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is the longing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is the book.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesse mesmo ano produz o primeiro trabalho de Anjani Thomas (por quem &lt;strong&gt;as&lt;/strong&gt; fãs nutrem uma inexplicável antipatia), sua namorada e antiga vocalista da banda de apoio, do qual é também co-autor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 2008, e após um afastamento de 15 anos dos palcos, Mr. Cohen vê-se, na sequência de um desfalque milionário da sua manager, obrigado a regressar numa digressão - que começou na Primavera no Canadá e que terminará, tudo indica, a 30 de Novembro em Manchester, no Reino Unido - onde prova estar mais jovial que nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Em nome dos fãs de Leonard Cohen, um agradecimento à ex-manager.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Birthday Mr. Cohen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5918360056243089407?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.leonardcohen.com/' title='Happy Birthday Mr. Cohen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5918360056243089407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5918360056243089407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5918360056243089407'/><link rel='self' 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term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Dias que passam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adormecer, sair de casa atrasada, partir uma unha, não ter tempo para almoçar, resolver vários problemas em simultâneo, a imposição de fazer o trabalho de outrem, 15 horas de labuta, uma vitória extraordinária e o reencontro com as pessos de quem se gosta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há dias assim... felizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-1013093011187062166?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/1013093011187062166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=1013093011187062166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1013093011187062166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1013093011187062166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/09/dias-que-passam.html' title='Dias que passam'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8576132746254488350</id><published>2008-08-30T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:32:12.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Realidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Resposta a um inquérito de rua a 850.000 habitantes em Portugal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pensa que existem demasiados imigrantes em Portugal?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20% - Sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13% - Não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67% - Oi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8576132746254488350?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8576132746254488350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8576132746254488350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Dias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Morre Lentamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Morre lentamente quem não viaja, quem não lê,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem não ouve música, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem não encontra graça em si mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morre lentamente quem destrói o seu amor-próprio, quem não se deixa ajudar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morre lentamente quem se transforma em escravo do hábito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;repetindo todos os dias os mesmos trajectos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem não muda de marca, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não se arrisca a vestir uma nova cor ou não conversa com quem não conhece. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Morre lentamente quem faz da televisão o seu guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão,&lt;br /&gt;quem prefere o negro sobre o branco e os pontos sobre os "is" em detrimento de um redemoinho de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;justamente as que resgatam o brilho dos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;sorrisos dos bocejos,&lt;br /&gt;corações aos tropeços e sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz com o seu trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atras de um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;quem não se permite pelo menos uma vez na vida fugir dos conselhos sensatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;quem abandona um projecto antes de inicia-lo,&lt;br /&gt;não pergunta sobre um assunto que desconhece ou não responde quando lhe indagam sobre algo que sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recordando sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior que o simples facto de respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente a perseverança fará com que conquistemos um estágio esplêndido de felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-692722647530447847?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/692722647530447847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=692722647530447847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/692722647530447847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/692722647530447847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/08/morre-lentamente.html' title='Morre Lentamente'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-4829612799758918994</id><published>2008-08-27T20:36:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:02:21.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made in Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Save Miguel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOiKBL2hEIM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;«(...) &lt;em&gt;Angelina Jolie tem os seus orfãos  de todos os países do mundo, Bono tema a sua cena de África, Al Gore tem o "Salvem o Planeta&lt;/em&gt;(...)".  O Grupo Amorim fez o convite, e Rob Schneider abraçou a causa. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save Miguel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", pela cortiça Portuguesa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ver mais &lt;a href="http://www.savemiguel.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-4829612799758918994?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/4829612799758918994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=4829612799758918994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4829612799758918994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4829612799758918994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/08/save-miguel.html' title='Save Miguel'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-791579928796221253</id><published>2008-08-27T20:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:16:10.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>65º Festival de Cinema de Veneza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começou hoje o Festival de Cinema de Veneza que na 65ª edição homenageia Michelangelo Antonioni, falecido no ano anterior, e Youssef Chahine, realizador egípcio falecido no passado mês de Julho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vinte e um filmes estarão a concurso e a expectativa inicial recai sobre os irmãos Coen, que abrem o festival com "Burn after reading", fora de competição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Portugal far-se-á representar pelos sete minutos de "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do visível ao invisível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" de Manoel de Oliveira, "&lt;em&gt;sobre a artificialidade da sociedade e do consumo exac&lt;/em&gt;erbado", e por “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuiit de chien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”, de Werner Schroeter - uma co-produção Francesa, Alemã e Portuguesa, filmado no Porto e em Lisboa, há cerca de três meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por ora, pode imaginar-se o frenesim em torno dos ilustríssimos convidados que atravessarão a &lt;em&gt;red carpet&lt;/em&gt;, contrariando a habitual tranquilidade do Lido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239290095460613554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SLWylTcm_bI/AAAAAAAAA0I/JyIRiI1UV8k/s400/veneza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-791579928796221253?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/791579928796221253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=791579928796221253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/791579928796221253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/791579928796221253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/08/65-festival-de-cinema-de-veneza.html' title='65º Festival de Cinema de Veneza'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SLWylTcm_bI/AAAAAAAAA0I/JyIRiI1UV8k/s72-c/veneza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7405191351224184370</id><published>2008-08-27T00:58:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:26:17.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;A ignorância só é degradante ao lado da abastança&quot; - Schopenhauer'/><title type='text'>A Biblioteca de Babel: instantes do submundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Angola deverá exportar 1,996 milhão de barris de petróleo por dia em Outubro (...)»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Agência Lusa 18/08/2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«(....) 70% dos 14 Milhões de cidadãos Angolanos vivem na miséria ( com um máximo de 1,7 Dólar ( 1,3 EUROS ) por dia, (...) segundo um relatório financiado pelo Programa das Nações Unidas para o Desenvolvimento ( PNUD )»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Lopes, &lt;a href="http://angolasempre.blog.com/1173004/"&gt;http://angolasempre.blog.com/1173004/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Educação: (...) Cerca de 1/3 das crianças nunca frequentaram uma escola(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saude: A taxa de mortalidade de crianças menores de 5 anos estimada para Angola é de 250 óbitos por 1,000 crianças nascidas vivas, ou seja, uma em cada quatro crianças morre antes de atingir os 5 anos de idade. (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nutrição: (...) A desnutrição crónica afecta 45% da população angolana com menos de 5 anos. (...) Os internamentos por mal nutrição nos Centros de Recuperação Nutricional, quintuplicaram, tendo passado de 3.129 em 1998, para 15.755 em 2002. Em 2004, a rede de centros de recuperação regista 1000 intermientos mes (...)»&lt;de&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Estudo de caso de Angola sobre o Direito Humano à alimentação adequada, Luanda, Fevereiro de 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Durmo bem, como bem e o que restar do meu prato dou aos meus cães, e não aos pobres&lt;/em&gt;»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Eu semanalmente mando um avião para as minhas fazendas buscar duas cabeças de gado; uma para mim e filhos e outra para os cães.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kundy Paihama, Ministro da Defesa do MPLA, Angola24horas.com, 19/08/2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há uns anos a mesma criatura sugeria aos Angolanos pobres e subnutridos que comessem farelo «&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque os porcos também comem e não morrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7405191351224184370?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7405191351224184370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7405191351224184370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7405191351224184370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7405191351224184370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/08/biblioteca-de-babel-instantes-do.html' title='A Biblioteca de Babel: instantes do submundo'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8553790522902021784</id><published>2008-08-27T00:58:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:10:52.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made In USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>The blessed one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em árabe, "Barack" significa "o que é abençoado".&lt;br /&gt;A julgar pelo discurso da Mrs Obama ontem na Convenção Democrata em Denver, pode dizer-se que de facto, foi abençoado pelo casamento. O público em êxtase, chorou e deixou-se enternecer com as meninas Obama, ao som do "&lt;em&gt;Isn`t she lovely?",&lt;/em&gt; no final do discurso da mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É possível que Obama venha a suceder ao &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; Bush. É um estratega inteligente e muito ambicioso, que tem recebido o apoio público da maior &lt;em&gt;opinion maker&lt;/em&gt; Americana, Oprah Winfrey, e do clã Kennedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por esta altura sucedem-se as referências que povoam o imaginário Americano, a JFK ou M. Luther King, mas o circo esta ainda longe de terminar, com ameaças de morte a reforçarem convicção de Obame ser "o eleito".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta quinta feira a expectativa é sobre o discurso que proferirá, no dia em que se celebra o 45º aniversário do discurso de L. King, "I&lt;em&gt; have a dream&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUgWaW03aH4&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8553790522902021784?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8553790522902021784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8553790522902021784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8553790522902021784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8553790522902021784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/08/blessed-one.html' title='The blessed one'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5440748608294042170</id><published>2008-08-24T18:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:53:06.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obrigatório (re)ler'/><title type='text'>Jorge Luís Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SLGfGhEiogI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xzCEuQ55Vz0/s1600-h/jorge_luis_borges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238142775914045954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SLGfGhEiogI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xzCEuQ55Vz0/s320/jorge_luis_borges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sería más tonto de lo que he sido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sería menos higiénico. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correría más riesgos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haría más viajes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contemplaría más atardeceres, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comería más helados y menos habas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;claro que tuve momentos de alegría. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tener solamente buenos momentos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo era uno de esos que nunca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;una bolsa de agua caliente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;un paraguas y un paracaídas; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si pudiera volver a vivir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de la primavera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daría más vueltas en calesita, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contemplaría más amaneceres, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y jugaría con más niños, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si tuviera otra vez vida por delante. (...)»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instantes, &lt;strong&gt;Jorge Luís Borges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jorge Luís Borges, um dos mais brilhantes autores de todos os tempos, nasceu neste mesmo dia em 1899, na Argentina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faleceu em 1986 cego, doente, e na expectativa do Nobel que nunca lhe foi entregue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5440748608294042170?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5440748608294042170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5440748608294042170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5440748608294042170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5440748608294042170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/08/jorge-lus-borges.html' title='Jorge Luís Borges'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SLGfGhEiogI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xzCEuQ55Vz0/s72-c/jorge_luis_borges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3229910369572295227</id><published>2008-08-06T02:09:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:35:05.588+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>The Pearl Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SJj9l2cX84I/AAAAAAAAAzw/0JoFosr8dCQ/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às 00h10m do dia 6 de Agosto do ano da graça de 1976, há precisamente 32 anos, nascia aquela que viria a auto-intitular-se modestamente na blogosfera de "Pearl": Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parabéns a mim que hoje celebro a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3229910369572295227?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3229910369572295227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3229910369572295227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3229910369572295227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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campanha eleitoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dois anos volvidos do período de governação, o "&lt;em&gt;e-escola"&lt;/em&gt; veio permitir que alunos de ensino secundário e todos os que pretendiam o reconhecimento e certificação de competências escolares, e que não poderiam de outra forma aspirar a adquirir um computador, passassem a considerá-lo ferramenta essencial no âmbito das suas aprendizagens e das actividades quotidianas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta semana foi tornado público o 1º computador portátil totalmente produzido em Portugal - o &lt;em&gt;Magalhães&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; alargando o conceito &lt;em&gt;e-escola&lt;/em&gt; aos alunos de 1º ciclo do Ensino Básico, num projecto de parceria do Governo Português com a &lt;em&gt;Intel&lt;/em&gt; e com a&lt;em&gt; JP Sá Couto&lt;/em&gt; que para o produzir na fábrica de Matosinhos, criará cerca de 1000 postos de trabalho. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229308350633606866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SJI8PSR__tI/AAAAAAAAAzg/fmmuEjKiv0M/s320/magalhaes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa primeira fase, o &lt;em&gt;Magalhães&lt;/em&gt; dirige-se aos 500 mil alunos do Ensino Básico em Portugal, mas o desejo da parceria é o de alargar a sua produção para o mundo inteiro, de forma a tornar o país num exportador de computadores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Há que reconhecer boas práticas quando elas existem de facto - mesmo não sendo militante Socialista ou tendo atribuido voto ao partido, ajudando a eleger o governo liderado por José Sócrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5518517361970752568?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5518517361970752568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5518517361970752568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5518517361970752568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5518517361970752568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://setevidascomoosgatos.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-2645054440690883032?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/2645054440690883032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=2645054440690883032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2645054440690883032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2645054440690883032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/imagem-do-bom-juz-de-braga.html' title='A Imagem do Bom Juíz de Braga'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-586456671821506715</id><published>2008-07-29T01:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:06:09.778+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balanço'/><title type='text'>Super Blog Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SI5sGDuWCDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/sZDUqhbNo9w/s1600-h/superblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228235068758427698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SI5sGDuWCDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/sZDUqhbNo9w/s320/superblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Até ao dia 31 de Agosto, decorre a votação para o &lt;em&gt;Super Blog Awards&lt;/em&gt;, promovido pela Super &lt;em&gt;Bock&lt;/em&gt;, com intuito de escolher o melhor blog eleito pelos leitores, em várias categorias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INQUIETUDE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; está a concurso mas consciente das suas limitações e da qualidade dos concorrentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agradece-se a todos aqueles que queiram atribuir um voto ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inquietude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que se registem &lt;a href="http://www.superbock.pt/registo.aspx"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Depois de receberem e-mail de confirmação de inscrição, basta escolher no site a opção "Votar" (ver &lt;a href="http://www.superbock.pt/SuperBrand/Super_Blog_Awards/Votar.aspx"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;), escolher a categoria "Sociedade" e procurar o nome deste blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-586456671821506715?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/586456671821506715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=586456671821506715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/586456671821506715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/586456671821506715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-blog-awards.html' title='Super Blog Awards'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SI5sGDuWCDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/sZDUqhbNo9w/s72-c/superblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5262782908719690802</id><published>2008-07-26T02:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:24:09.901+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIp7cr8TvkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yzYYVpPlwYA/s1600-h/diogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227126050279112258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIp7cr8TvkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yzYYVpPlwYA/s400/diogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diogo Infante demitiu-se da Direcção Artística do Teatro Maria Matos, onde esteve desde a reabertura, em 2006, dado «&lt;em&gt;A falta de um posicionamento atempado, no sentido de viabilizar as condições mínimas para a continuidade do projecto artístico do Teatro Maria Matos nos moldes em que o criei e desenvolvi esteve na base desta minha decisão&lt;/em&gt;» - afirmou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao que tudo indica, aceitou o convite do Ministério da Cultura, para dirigir o Teatro Nacional D. Maria II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mantem-se no cargo até Setembro, altura em que estreia o musical "&lt;em&gt;Cabaret&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5262782908719690802?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5262782908719690802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5262782908719690802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5262782908719690802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5262782908719690802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/shooting-star.html' title='Shooting Star'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIp7cr8TvkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yzYYVpPlwYA/s72-c/diogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-4968945293928129301</id><published>2008-07-22T00:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:01:07.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias de Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Ainda sob o feito Cohen em Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pudessem todos aqueles que me conhecem e sabem o quanto aprecio a voz, a música, os poemas, o charme, o percurso de vida e a sensualidade de Leonard Cohen, considerar tratar-se de um exagero meu na descrição de excelência do concerto em Algés, deixo (ainda extasiada) uma amostra do que se escreveu sobre esse concerto do século:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt//gen.pl?p=stories&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;fokey=bz.stories/28664"&gt;Blitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=969956"&gt;Jornal de Notícias&lt;/a&gt;´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=102328"&gt;Sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2008/07/21/artes/leonard_cohen_tomou_lisboa_perante_n.html"&gt;Diário de Notícias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cotonete.clix.pt/quiosque/noticias/body.aspx?id=40030"&gt;Cotonete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na blogosfera muitas outras coisas foram escritas, ainda mais pessoais e emocionadas. Mas graças às maravilhas das tecnologias, é possível através do &lt;em&gt;youtube,&lt;/em&gt; exibir alguns dos momentos vividos em êxtase pelo público a 19 de Julho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgUwHwLBqqs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tower of song&lt;/em&gt; - vale a pena ver até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77eSLXZS7D8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com &lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;, um dos momentos mais arrepiantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vwJK6IndVfc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-4968945293928129301?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/4968945293928129301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=4968945293928129301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4968945293928129301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4968945293928129301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/ainda-sob-o-feito-cohen-em-lisboa.html' title='Ainda sob o feito Cohen em Lisboa'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-4665724581799992498</id><published>2008-07-20T21:57:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:03:57.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen: He`s my man</title><content type='html'>Durante 15 anos privou-nos de o vermos em palco e, seguramente, esperei por ele bem mais do que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A experiência de assistir ao concerto de Leonard Cohen, ontem, no Passeio Marítimo de Algés foi a mais sublime e memorável que posso guardar, e o melhor concerto a que já assisti. Os ingredientes estavam todos reunidos: um público faminto de o ver e ouvir, a sensualidade daquela voz cavernosa e ainda fresca, a leveza com que esteve e saía do palco, como nos brindou com a amabilidade de quem visita os amigos distantes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225222132611963282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIO32F7YWZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VKkJM2pTY9k/s400/leonard+cohen+em+Lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às 21h em ponto, vi Mr. Cohen e os músicos que o acompanharam a subirem as escadas que davam acesso ao &lt;em&gt;backstage&lt;/em&gt; e larguei e imensa fila para comprar alguma coisa para jantar, procurando um lugar o mais próximo possível do palco. Durante 3 horas sem uma gota de água e o estômago colado às costas, cantei e vibrei, embalada pelos ritmos, envolta numa redoma de emoção e felicidade potenciada pela energia que emanava da imensa multidão igualmente grata por Lisboa estar incluída nesta que se adivinha a última tour mundial de Leonard Cohen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;/em&gt;", ainda sob a luz de Lisboa, deu o mote. «&lt;em&gt;The future&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;Ain't no cure for&lt;/em&gt; love», «&lt;em&gt;Bird on the wire&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;Everybody kno&lt;/em&gt;ws», foram alguns dos sucessos da 1ª parte. A cada uma delas o público aplaudiu freneticamente, como se aquela fosse a última das canções da noite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225222293764752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIO3_eRMxDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/uYPEgqO2to8/s400/leonard+cohen+Lisboa+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Avisados de que haveria um intervalo de 20 minutos (aproveitado por alguns - eu inclusivé - para se aproximarem ainda mais do palco), o público exigia a presença de Cohen com aplausos insistentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De novo em palco, o público cantou em uníssono «&lt;em&gt;Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;» e bem alto o refrão de «&lt;em&gt;Tower of song&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;Democracy&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;I'm Your man&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;Take this walz&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;So long Marianne&lt;/em&gt;», «&lt;em&gt;First we take Manhattan&lt;/em&gt;»... Em jeito de despedida, Mr. Cohen deixou-nos, como ele próprio disse, uma oração:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;If it be your will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I speak no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my voice be still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it was before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will speak no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall abide until&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am spoken for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it be your will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it be your will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That a voice be true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this broken hill &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sing to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this broken hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your praises they shall ring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it be your will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let me sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this broken hill &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your praises they shall ring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it be your will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let me sing(...)»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quase três horas passadas, adivinhava-se o momento da partida. «&lt;em&gt;Closing Time&lt;/em&gt;», cantado em uníssono, foi muitíssimo aplaudido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225226306403905218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIO7pCg7LsI/AAAAAAAAAy4/csvbUavOQrA/s400/P1010743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the name of the crew and the band, i want to thank you for this memorable evening. So kind of you to receive us so warmly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" - disse Leonard Cohen, ao que o público gritou: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", seguido de novo aplauso intenso e de geribérias que lhe foram atiradas para o palco. Mr Cohen recebeu-as e destribuiu-as pelas meninas que fizeram o suporte vocal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O público não queria despedir-se. Leonard Cohen sentiu-o.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reuniu em palco equipa técnica e músicos e sob os aplausos sonoros, abraçados, cantaram, despedindo-se dos milhares de fãs. Abandonaram o palco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou ainda sob a energia deste concerto memorável, de facto. E emocionada. Foi perfeito, no mais elevado padrão de excelência que a perfeição possa ter. Só faltou a possibilidade de lhe falar pessoalmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-4665724581799992498?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/4665724581799992498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=4665724581799992498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4665724581799992498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4665724581799992498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-my-man.html' title='Leonard Cohen: He`s my man'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIO32F7YWZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VKkJM2pTY9k/s72-c/leonard+cohen+em+Lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-2359017475338584983</id><published>2008-07-18T21:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:24:30.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sons da Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Sweet sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224466212428531762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIEIVvzVSDI/AAAAAAAAAyY/zHZMtCr2kAc/s400/SP_A0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Estava lua cheia e corria uma brisa suave mas muito agradável no cais de V. N. de Gaia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peter Murphy, antecedido por Sisters of Mercy, abriu ontem o Festival Marés Vivas para gáudio dos fãs, grande parte já over 30, que se íam (re)encontrando e lembrando a adolescência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De Bauhaus até às últimas notas de "Cuts you Up", o público, imparável, estava já rendido às primeiras palvras que lhe foram dirigidas em Português por Peter, the great performer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224466368809289442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIEIe2XaRuI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4ohSI_ZK-Hs/s400/SP_A0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-2359017475338584983?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/2359017475338584983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=2359017475338584983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2359017475338584983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2359017475338584983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet sixteen'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SIEIVvzVSDI/AAAAAAAAAyY/zHZMtCr2kAc/s72-c/SP_A0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6214552509545104075</id><published>2008-07-12T02:18:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T05:25:25.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Às minhas meninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida é assim... composta por ciclos. Fechou-se a 11 de Julho, mais um: 3 anos de um grupo de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Confesso que nas últimas semanas, já só desejava ver toda a gente pelas costas ( sobretudo às 14 companheiras a quem me dirijo de forma especial) mas, trabalho concluído e chegada a casa, é incontornável a emoção do balanço e a saudade genuinamente sentida. O que não deixa de ser caricato porque nos separamos à apenas meia dúzia de horas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caso me leiam aqui, preciso que saibam que agradeço todas as palavras que me dirigiram. "Aprecio-vos..." por tudo o que são. Pelo esforço conjunto de se superarem e vencerem constrangimentos, pelos momentos em que precisamos de respirar fundo e cantar &lt;em&gt;"relax - take it easy",&lt;/em&gt; pela partilha, pelo retorno que me deram das provocações que vos foram feitas, pelo respeito mútuo, porque nos tornamos melhores pessoas, sentirei (já sinto) a vossa falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cláudia, Isabel, "Jecas", "Kika", Joana Ferreira, "Paivinha", Joaninha, Joana Barbosa, Juliana, Marta, Mónica, Maura, "Loira", "Leta": Foi um prazer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6214552509545104075?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6214552509545104075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6214552509545104075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6214552509545104075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6214552509545104075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-minhas-meninas.html' title='Às minhas meninas'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6619650835891210611</id><published>2008-07-04T22:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:42:32.703+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Les vieux</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z57yMGymvKo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Recebi o convite para visitar e recomendo-o também. Um blogue sobre Violência contra Idosos. &lt;a href="http://www.violenciasnosidosos.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6619650835891210611?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6619650835891210611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6619650835891210611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6619650835891210611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6619650835891210611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/07/les-vieux.html' title='Les vieux'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7343613122685719205</id><published>2008-06-27T00:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:24:18.847+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>Com que artista devia fazer um dueto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/artista_dueto/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/artista_dueto/images/resposta_e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faça também este e outros testes &lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/ponte/index.aspx"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Divirta-se!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7343613122685719205?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7343613122685719205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7343613122685719205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7343613122685719205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7343613122685719205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/06/com-que-artista-devia-fazer-um-dueto.html' title='Com que artista devia fazer um dueto?'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6222050527419470310</id><published>2008-06-21T13:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:15:18.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Um bom dia...</title><content type='html'>... que este é longo. O maior do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o solistício de Verão que hoje se celebra.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214322535902663458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SFz-uEDK0yI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/b9P4X9P_n9Q/s320/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há mais de 2000 anos, nesta mesma altura, o Grego Eratóstenes, criador da esfera armilar, observa que no mesmo dia à mesma hora, as colunas verticais de Alexandria projectavam uma sombra diferente, facto que sustentaria a forma redonda do Planeta Terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um ano mais tarde, no mesmo dia, e utilizando as sombras projectadas pelo Sol em dois locais do actual Egipto e cálculos geométricos muito simples, pôde determinar com precisão o raio da Terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bom verão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6222050527419470310?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6222050527419470310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6222050527419470310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6222050527419470310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6222050527419470310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-bom-dia.html' title='Um bom dia...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SFz-uEDK0yI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/b9P4X9P_n9Q/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8005170811413166362</id><published>2008-06-14T18:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:42:24.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Alma Lusa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frequentemente manifesto o meu desagrado pela conversa terceiro-mundista de um novo-riquismo atroz que insiste que tudo lá fora é melhor que em Portugal, seja no âmbito da educação, da saúde, da condução, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com certeza que gostava que no meu país o investimento na Investigação e Desenvolvimento se se aproximasse ao dos EUA,  e que a qualidade de vida se assemelhasse a um dos países Escandinavos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A questão é que as generalizações, que mais não são que o resultado de experiências subjectivas do observador em determinado momento da sua história pessoal, num contexto social mais amplo,  são sempre perigosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não que seja ilucidativo, mas o texto escrito por um jornalista do &lt;em&gt;Público &lt;/em&gt;no blog que acompanha o Euro 2008, ilustra-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Como eu me lembro do pânico que se instalava em Portugal quando se falava em eventuais atrasos nas obras de acesso aos estádios de futebol construídos ou renovados para o Euro 2004.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como me recordo da histeria com a imagem que o país iria dar se o parque de estacionamento não estivesse pronto, o passeio arranjado, as paredes limpas de grafitis, as indicações bem colocadas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes que ouvi dizer mal da organização portuguesa, da ignorância dos voluntários para prestar informações válidas, da exiguidade de algumas salas de imprensa, apesar de estarem instaladas em pavilhões amplos e não em tendas montadas ao lado de linhas de caminho de ferro, como agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No final, choveram elogios e o Euro 2004 foi considerado o melhor de sempre. E, para aqueles que quiserem comprovar como o título foi justamente atribuído, convido-os a experimentar os apertados estádios suíços, as auto-estradas em obras, as salas de imprensa minúsculas, os voluntários que pouco mais são do que um bando de gente voluntariosa deste Euro 2008, supostamente evoluído e de primeiríssimo mundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada como sair um pouco de Portugal para colocar tudo em perspectiva e perceber que nem tudo é assim tão mau como muitos dizem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J.M.M.»&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8005170811413166362?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8005170811413166362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8005170811413166362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8005170811413166362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8005170811413166362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/06/alma-lusa.html' title='Alma Lusa'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3110974226548678008</id><published>2008-06-02T03:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:25:44.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>YSL: 50 anos a criar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Só lamento uma coisa, não ter inventado o jeans." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207104238262400594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SENZt14PtlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_xu4rrBIheU/s400/ysllog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3110974226548678008?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3110974226548678008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3110974226548678008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3110974226548678008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3110974226548678008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/06/ysl-50-anos-criar.html' title='YSL: 50 anos a criar'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SENZt14PtlI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_xu4rrBIheU/s72-c/ysllog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-4523999031191393849</id><published>2008-05-29T20:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:11:41.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Lembrando Sydney Pollack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of Africa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Realizador e Produtor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPsHMqPO_sc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fabulus Baker Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Produtor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqF3u4wgUS0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Husbands and Wifes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EErTALlkFto&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-4523999031191393849?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/4523999031191393849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=4523999031191393849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4523999031191393849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4523999031191393849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/lembrando-sydney-pollack.html' title='Lembrando Sydney Pollack'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-988213645399322540</id><published>2008-05-25T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:06:18.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Dia de África</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJEg5nJJlHI&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJEg5nJJlHI&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-988213645399322540?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/988213645399322540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=988213645399322540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/988213645399322540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/988213645399322540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-de-frica.html' title='Dia de África'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-1605722212205768892</id><published>2008-05-23T20:51:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:09:23.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made in UK'/><title type='text'>Prazeres da escrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDdqX-mHVfI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nNRvXPvtwIk/s1600-h/image_family_corinthian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203744854622295538" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDXhkemHVVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/aDaGttYgPc4/s400/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muito se tem dito e escrito sobre o IDT - Instituto da Droga e da Toxicodependência. O mais recente alvo de críticas é o site dirigido ao público jovem (ver &lt;a href="http://www.tu-alinhas.pt/InfantoJuvenil/homepage.do2"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;). Pronunciou-se sobre o assunto José Manuel Fernandes do Público, as Associações de Pais, e pronunciam-se na blogosfera &lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/blogs/mramires/archive/2008/05/17/Um-pa_ED00_s-a-tripar.aspx"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://www.zecadiabo.com/?p=1330"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobre o trabalho do IDT muito há a questionar. Mas palavra de honra que neste caso não entendo o motivo de tanta celeuma. Por causa de um dicionário de calão?? É esse o argumento que fundamenta a opinião das Associações de Pais de que o IDT exalta e promove o consumo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem convive com crianças/jovens sabe que a primeira coisa que aprendem sobre as drogas é o calão utilizado. Muito antes de na escola ser definido o conceito de droga, já eles sabem que um "charro" é droga. Ouvem dizer que a droga é má e experimentam à mesma. E apesar da informação que vai sendo prestada no âmbito da formação escolar e em grupos que informalmente vão sendo trabalhados, pelo país, o consumo vai aumentando e as modas de consumo também se vão alterando - como confirma, de resto, os últimos resultados dos inquéritos realizados pelo IDT em meio escolar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entenda-se que não defendo a promoção do calão como recurso de intervenção preventiva ao consumo de drogas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que na adolescência, o período por excelência de consumos experimentais, a lei que impera é a do grupo. Essa sim, sobrepõe-se a toda e qualquer informação que seja veículada pelos educadores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso me é incompreensível que não exista uma efectiva Política de Saúde Pública que invista na Prevenção Primária de comportamentos de consumo aditivo, chamando a si, como parcerios, os actores do problema, ouvindo-os e envolvendo-os como "facilitadores" ou "informadores privilegiados" - por recurso por exemplo, às Associações de Estudantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está mais do que na altura de se deixar de olhar para estas questões de fora para dentro e de se utilizar dinheiro público em inquéritos que confirmam o trabalho que o IDT persiste em não fazer. Com ou sem calão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5377240767655063677?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5377240767655063677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5377240767655063677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5377240767655063677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5377240767655063677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-cales-do-idt.html' title='Os &quot;calões&quot; do IDT'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDXhkemHVVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/aDaGttYgPc4/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5963533612848854933</id><published>2008-05-22T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:17:24.731+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>There are Women in Somalia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxZY5NAS_zE&amp;amp;hl=" rel="0&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Era a minha vez. A avó aproximou-se de mim e disse: “&lt;strong&gt;Vão tirar-vos esse kintir comprido, e então, tu e a tua irmã, ficareis puras&lt;/strong&gt;.” A julgar pelas palavras e gestos da minha avó, esse vergonhoso kintir entre as minhas pernas, o meu clítoris, cresceria tanto que me balançaria nas pernas a cada passo que desse. Pegou em mim e, com uma mão firme, colocou-me na mesma posição que Mahad. Duas mulheres abriram-me as pernas. O homem, provavelmente um circuncisor itinerante do clã dos ferreiros, pegou numa tesoura. Com a outra mão, pôs-se a apalpar e a puxar o que eu tinha entre as pernas, como a minha avó quando ordenhava uma cabra. &lt;strong&gt;“Cá está ele, o kintir, cá está&lt;/strong&gt;”, disse uma mulher. Vi então as laminas a baixarem entre as minhas pernas e o homem cortou-me os pequenos lábios e o clítoris. Ouvi um som, como o do galope do talhante quando retira a gordura da carne. Senti uma dor fulgurante, indescritível, e desatei a gritar. Tinham ainda de me coser: lembro-me da agulha comprida e embotada com que o homem furava os meus lábios ensanguentados, dos meus gritos de angústia e dor (…).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormeci e só acordei ao cair da noite. Tinham-me atado as pernas para impedir que eu me mexesse e para facilitar a cicatrização. Sentia a bexiga a pontos de rebentar, mas já tentara urinar e a dor era insuportável. Coberta de sangue e suor, sacudida por calafrios, o meu sofrimento não acabava. (…) a minha convalescença durou cerca de duas semanas. (…) o homem voltou para tirar os pontos. Mais uma vez, magoou-me muito. Começava por soltar os fios com uma pinça de depilação, depois arrancava-os com puxões secos. (…) Depois disto fiquei mesmo com uma grande cicatriz entre as coxas, que me doía se me mexesse muito, mas, pelo menos, não voltaram a atar-me as pernas e não tinha de ficar deitada todo o dia sem me mexer.».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«uma mulher baarri é uma espécie de escrava devota. Honra a família do marido e alimenta-a sem discutir ou fazer perguntas. Nunca se queixa, nunca exige seja o que for. É forte no trabalho, mas a sua cabeça aceita tudo. Se o marido for cruel, se a violar e zombar dela, se arranjar outra esposa, se lhe bater, ela desvia os olhos e esconde as lágrimas. E trabalha no duro. Não tem o direito de errar. É uma besta de carga bem domesticada, dedicada, acolhedora e dócil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(…)Se a mulher é somali, deve convencer-se a si mesma de que Deus é justo e omnisciente e que Ele a recompensará no outro mundo. Enquanto tal não acontece, os que conhecem a paciência e a resistência da mulher atribuirão este mérito aos pais dela e à excelente educação que lhe deram. Os seus irmãos ficar-lhe-ão agradecidos por ela preservar a honra deles. Gabar-se-ão junto de outras famílias da submissão heróica da mulher. E, se ela tiver sorte, a família do marido apreciará essa obediência. Pode até acontecer que, um dia, o marido a trate como um ser humano.».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Mulher Rebelde&lt;/em&gt;, autobiografia de Ayaan Hirsi Ali; Editorial Presença, Lisboa, Junho 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5963533612848854933?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5963533612848854933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5963533612848854933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5963533612848854933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5963533612848854933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-are-women-in-somalia.html' title='There are Women in Somalia'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8399372922495152072</id><published>2008-05-21T20:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:28:17.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Murphy`s Law - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A adopção internacional é uma hipótese que apenas se coloca quando se esgotam as possibilidades de colocar a criança numa família portuguesa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há cada vez mais portugueses a querer adoptar uma criança estrangeira. De 2000 a 2007, o número quase sextuplicou e atingiu um total de 137 candidatos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ler &lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/2008/05/21/primeiro_plano/adoptamos_mais_estrange_iros.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Procurador-Geral da República defende alterações legislativas que evitem a adopção de crianças por condenados em casos de pedofilia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No caso de Portugal, o registo criminal é um dos documentos obrigatórios para iniciar um processo de adopção, mas tal como noutros países europeus, o cadastro fica em branco entre cinco a 10 anos - seja por um crime de furto, homicídio, pedofilia ou abuso sexual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ler &lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/2008/05/21/primeiro_plano/lei_impede_pedofilos_adoptar_crianca.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8399372922495152072?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8399372922495152072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8399372922495152072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8399372922495152072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8399372922495152072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/murphys-law-ii.html' title='Murphy`s Law - I'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6964813686719116809</id><published>2008-05-20T23:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:47:30.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Murphy`s Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If anything can go wrong, it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6964813686719116809?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6964813686719116809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6964813686719116809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6964813686719116809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6964813686719116809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy`s Law'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-1770635410790269951</id><published>2008-05-19T21:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:35:25.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>"Viva o Cinema" - Oliveira dixit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDHkEh6yaGI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Lx_bEdCWIHo/s1600-h/manoel+oliveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202189811065186402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDHkEh6yaGI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Lx_bEdCWIHo/s320/manoel+oliveira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manoel de Oliveira recebeu hoje finalmente (como o próprio referiu) a &lt;em&gt;Palma de Ouro&lt;/em&gt;, numa homenagem prestada em &lt;em&gt;Cannes&lt;/em&gt; pela carreira cinematográfica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao longo de um século eu cresci com o cinema e hoje eu sei que foi o cinema que me fez crescer. Viva o cinema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" - exclamou no Grand Théâtre Lumière, onde foi longamente aplaudido. Recebeu o prémio das mãos de Michel &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDHgQR6yaDI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yk9C0xj12XM/s1600-h/manoel+oliveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piccoli, afirmando emocionado: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta foi a melhor forma de receber este prémio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", sublinhando que não gostaria de ser distinguido em competição com os seus colegas realizadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na cerimónia desta tarde foram exibidos o filme "Um dia na vida de Manoel de Oliveira", realizado pelo presidente do festival, Gilles Jacob, e a curta-metragem documental do Português "Douro faina fluvial".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manoel de Oliveira foi presença em Cannes ao longo dos anos, onde estiveram nomeados para a Palma de Ouro: "Os Canibais" (1988), "O convento" (1995), "A carta" (1999), "Vou para casa" (2001) e "O Princípio da Incerteza" (2002). "Viagem ao Princípio do Mundo" (1997) foi distinguido com o prémio FRIPESCI e com o prémio do júri ecuménico, e "A carta" (1999), recebeu o prémio do júri na edição de 1999.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-1770635410790269951?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/1770635410790269951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=1770635410790269951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1770635410790269951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1770635410790269951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/viva-o-cinema-oliveira-dixit.html' title='&quot;Viva o Cinema&quot; - Oliveira dixit'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SDHkEh6yaGI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Lx_bEdCWIHo/s72-c/manoel+oliveira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3636177584396412712</id><published>2008-05-18T16:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:45:56.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Estu(pi)dos no Mercado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A estatística é uma ciência que dispõe de processos apropriados para recolher, organizar, classificar, apresentar e interpretar conjuntos de dados, determinar as correlações e consequências para descrição e explicação de um acontecimento, e a previsão e organização de futuros comportamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acaba por isso por ser uma ferramenta importante e um auxiliar de peso nas diversas ciências, embora se tenha popularizado como instrumento de referência em estudos de mercado ou de opinião. Mas enquanto recurso, deve ser usado com precaução, para não se cair na velha piada dos que lidam com a estatística:&lt;em&gt; se duas pessoas tiverem dois frangos e uma não comer nenhum, terão comido um frango cada um&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vejamos um exemplo abordado no artigo de Pedro Ribeiro para o &lt;a href="http://jornal.publico.clix.pt/default.asp?url=%2Fmain2%2Easp%3Fdt%3D20080516%26page%3D10%26c%3DC"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Público&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; sobre os Hábitos Culturais dos Portugueses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Gfk, uma empresa multinacional de estudos de mercado divulgou um estudo sobre como a população portuguesa ocupa os seus tempos livres. Recorreu a uma amostra de 1036 pessoas e questionou que "actividades de entretenimento" tinham realizado nos 12 meses anteriores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resultados do estudo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ver televisão: 96%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ver DVD: 40%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ouvir música em leitores de CD ou MP3: 39%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ler livros: 35%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- navegar na Internet: 31%.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Sandra Ramos, uma das autoras do estudo e account manager da GfK, comparando com dados internacionais, os números revelam que "os portugueses são mais sedentários do que as pessoas de outros países da Europa", possivelmente por uma questão cultural: "Valorizamos muito a casa, a família."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metodologia utilizada neste "estudo": &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-  Os entrevistadores da GfK começaram por pedir aos inquiridos que enumerassem as suas actividades de entretenimento livremente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Depois, liam uma lista pré-definida de actividades, indicando aos inquiridos que assinalassem as que tinham realizado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resultados: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consideremos o caso da resposta "ler livros"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Apenas 2% a assinalaram como primeira resposta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 12% deram outra resposta inicial, mas mencionaram a leitura de forma espontânea, na primeira questão do inquérito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 19%, quando o entrevistador leu a lista de opções, mencionaram "ler livros".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paralelamente, a lista de opção (da 2ª questão) não incluía actividades como "passear" ou "praticar" desportos - ambas mencionadas espontaneamente por 7% dos inquiridos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou seja, o facto de actividades como ir ao cinema ou visitar museus não serem mencionadas, não significa que na amostra ninguém vá ao cinema ou ao museu. Significa apenas que os inquiridos não se lembraram de as nomear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3636177584396412712?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3636177584396412712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3636177584396412712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3636177584396412712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3636177584396412712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/estupidos-no-mercado.html' title='Estu(pi)dos no Mercado'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-4477561849876081985</id><published>2008-05-17T22:48:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:24:44.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Estado da Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem já perdeu alguém que ama, sabe o quão insuportavel é a dor da partida. Uma dor de alma tão avassaladora que chega a tornar-se física. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe que ficam sentimentos de uma culpa que se acha que se tem, de que uma resposta diferente num determinado momento poderia ter mudado o fim, que se poderia ter feito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe que o tempo ajuda a gerir a ausência mas não a minorar a falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe que uma experiência dessas nos transforma e sobretudo nos fortalece. Por vezes, embrutece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou crente. Cada vez mais. Acredito numa energia universal que independentemente de convicções religiosas nos orienta para um percurso positivo. Afinal, todos somos energia. E a das pessoas que amamos fica connosco. Acompanha-nos após a sua partida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Convencionalmente designa-se por "Anjo", entes puramente espirituais. E não é este o estado daqueles que partem fisicamente? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu tenho alguns anjos da guarda e a minha Danyzinha ganhou hoje um também. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;amp;hl=" rel="0&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xfebd01" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-4477561849876081985?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/4477561849876081985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=4477561849876081985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4477561849876081985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4477561849876081985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/estado-da-alma.html' title='Estado da Alma'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8102534326970116967</id><published>2008-05-16T22:17:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:42:42.746+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>O Império do Efémero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde sempre a indústria da moda repescou elementos militares e recriou de forma mais ou menos elegante, vestuário e acessórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos últimos dois anos, por exemplo, tenho-me surpreendido com a imensidão de jovens que adoptam como acessório de moda o &lt;em&gt;Keffieh - &lt;/em&gt;o lenço em xadrez preto e branco, imagem de marca de Yasser Arafat, e que por isso mesmo se tornou um símbolo dos que lutavam pela emancipação da Palestina - que começou por ser usado pelos Beduínos do Médio Oriente e do Norte de África como protecção de rosto à exposição solar e às tempestades de areia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201121072878086178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SC4YDx6yaCI/AAAAAAAAAto/jgvrwPoxh6Q/s400/sugim99-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 2006, a &lt;em&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/em&gt; promoveu os lenços no seu site sob a bandeira de uma postura "anti-guerra", o que suscitou protestos de descendentes Judaicos nos Estados Unidos e obrigou a marca a apresentar um pedido de desculpa por eventuais ofensas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde então outras marcas de &lt;em&gt;couture&lt;/em&gt; introduziram o &lt;em&gt;Keffieh&lt;/em&gt; nas suas colecções e famosos como David Beckam ou Colin Farrell incuíram-nos no seu guarda-roupa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta está longe de ser uma questão pacífica. A história recente impede-nos/me de dissociar a conotação política ao mero uso &lt;em&gt;fashion.&lt;/em&gt; Mas que a discussão pode ter um efeito pedagógico transdisciplinar junto dos mais novos, é inegável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8102534326970116967?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8102534326970116967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8102534326970116967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8102534326970116967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Socratinices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quer deixar de fumar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esqueça os adesivos ou a acunpunctura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Viaje até Caracas com a TAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ver &lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1328604"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1328751&amp;amp;idCanal=12"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.agenciafinanceira.iol.pt/noticia.php?id=951955&amp;amp;div_id=1731"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8800773626862976536?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8800773626862976536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8800773626862976536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bono faz hoje 48 anitos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tenho muito respeito por este activista dos Direitos Humanos que tem na voz a sua arma de combate - e com certeza não de forma ingénua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Still Haven´t Found What I`m Looking For&lt;/em&gt;, mas também acredito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KQzdBfPnPB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KQzdBfPnPB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8391813775738540804?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-9187903324506268859</id><published>2008-05-09T21:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:55:20.242+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Os Jovens e a Política: A demagogia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A anos luz de ser entendida na área política, confesso que não fiquei indiferente ao sentido de humor do Bloco de Esquerda que, a julgar pela notícia do Público on-line, propõe, para contrariar o afastamento dos jovens da política, "uma nova política de direitos e deveres para os jovens", assente em "Três ideias fortes":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O direito de voto aos 16 anos e uma redução do número mínimo de assinaturas para projectos de lei de cidadãos no Parlamento&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; prevê-se que finalmente o BE consiga apoio parlamentar para a liberalizaçãao das "drogas leves&lt;em&gt;";&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2- &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eforçar o "carácter electivo" em todos os órgãos de direcção das escolas e a criação de uma área curricular de educação sexual no último ano de cada ciclo&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; é obvio que a falta de participação política dos jovens é um problema de formação... sexual;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3- &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;combater a precariedade no trabalho", nomeadamente através de um reforço de fiscalização às empresas de trabalho temporário e acabar com os falsos recibos verdes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - que é um tema que obviamente motiva, sobremaneira, os jovens de 16 anos a quem o governo quer obrigar a ficar na escola até completarem o 12º ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-9187903324506268859?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/9187903324506268859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=9187903324506268859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7619472447679493396</id><published>2008-05-07T21:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:14:58.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Intermitências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SCIWQaEMzQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1X76ZbA77mE/s1600-h/cerejeira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197741391069629698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SCIWQaEMzQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1X76ZbA77mE/s400/cerejeira.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tenho apenas duas mãos e o sentimento do mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7619472447679493396?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7619472447679493396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7619472447679493396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7619472447679493396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7619472447679493396'/><link rel='alternate' 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salto para a fama foi impulsionado por uma brincadeira de Dia das Bruxas, em 1938, quando produziu uma transmissão de rádio intitulada &lt;em&gt;A Guerra dos Mundos&lt;/em&gt;, adaptando a obra de H. G. Wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relato jornalístico de uma imaginária invasão extraterrestre no planeta Terra ficou mundialmente famosa por provocar o pânico nos ouvintes, suscitando a curiosidade mundial sobre o autor da brincadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ol3NRuMOEGk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color2="0xfebd01" rel="0&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8888610705318265082?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8888610705318265082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8888610705318265082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8888610705318265082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8888610705318265082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/orson-wells_06.html' title='Orson Wells'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6870915223690917017</id><published>2008-05-06T22:11:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:25:54.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Because He Got High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em resposta ao Presidente do Instituo da Droga e da Toxicodependência (IDT), sobre os resultados preliminares do Inquérito Nacional em Meio Escolar, realizado em 2006, a 75 mil alunos do terceiro ciclo do ensino básico e do secundário, o Sr. Secretário de Estado da Educação, Dr. Valter Lemos, afirmou ontem em Coimbra que a estratégia de prevenção da toxicodependência nas escolas tem revelado eficácia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;De acordo com o estudo, o álcool permanece, tal como em 2001, a substância psicoactiva que os alunos mais admitem consumir (59 por cento no terceiro ciclo e 88 por cento no secundário, em 2007). A seguir surgem o tabaco, a droga, os tranquilizantes e, à frente dos esteróides, que ocupam o último lugar da lista, os inalantes/solventes, cuja experimentação passou de cinco por cento em 2001, para sete por cento em 2007, no terceiro ciclo, mantendo-se nesse período nos quatro por cento no secundário&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ler mais &lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1327760"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6870915223690917017?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6870915223690917017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6870915223690917017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6870915223690917017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6870915223690917017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-i-get-high.html' title='Because He Got High'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-813864860089444271</id><published>2008-05-05T21:48:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:56:55.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Made in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SB918AdrGII/AAAAAAAAAso/1lQcoxNIdK4/s1600-h/chinajo4y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197002168785901698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SB918AdrGII/AAAAAAAAAso/1lQcoxNIdK4/s320/chinajo4y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SB911AdrGHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Takdac2YfEg/s1600-h/chinajo1y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197002048526817394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SB911AdrGHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Takdac2YfEg/s320/chinajo1y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A tocha olímpica reentrou em território Chinês, ontem dia 4 de Maio, depois de um périplo mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conhecidas que são as violações dos Direitos Humanos perpetadas pela China e intensificadas por causa dos Jogos Olímpicos (na tentativa de mostrar ao mundo uma Pequim "harmoniosa", limpa de "indesejáveis") ontem e hoje a Amnistia Internacional realizou várias acções de rua, convidando as populações a carimbarem quatro telas que continham as principais preocupações da Amnistia neste país: a aplicação da pena de morte, a detenção punitiva sem julgamento, a repressão dos defensores de Direitos Humanos e a censura injustificada da Internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As acções decorreram em Lisboa, S. Martinho do Porto, Matosinhos e Vila Nova de Famalicão. Nos locais pôde também subscrever-se um postal dirigido às autoridades chinesas apelando ao respeito pelos direitos e pela dignidade humana, valores intrínsecos ao espírito olímpico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-813864860089444271?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/813864860089444271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=813864860089444271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/813864860089444271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/813864860089444271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/made-in-china.html' title='Made in China'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SB918AdrGII/AAAAAAAAAso/1lQcoxNIdK4/s72-c/chinajo4y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6438139790683408228</id><published>2008-05-01T00:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:33:10.803+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Dia de todos os trabalhadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo dados da ONU, nos países industrializados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; as mulheres recebem apenas 60 a 70% do salário médio dos homens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6438139790683408228?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6438139790683408228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6438139790683408228&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6438139790683408228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6438139790683408228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-de-todos-os-trabalhadores.html' title='Dia de todos os trabalhadores'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3241148222595713149</id><published>2008-04-30T22:15:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:20:02.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Curtas da Educação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- &lt;/strong&gt;Era eu estudante do ensino superior (no século passado) quando se questionava a impossibilidade de podermos frequentar cadeiras de outras licenciaturas que considerassemos pertinentes para a nossa formação, tal como acontecia em muitos outros países - onde inclusivé é possível frequentar mais que uma licenciatura em simultâneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Considero hoje um dia feliz. O Governo aprovou medidas que simplificam o processo de investimento na formação pessoal, através da criação do regime legal de estudante a tempo parcial, na sequência das transformações realizadas no âmbito do Processo de Bolonha, em que estudantes e não estudantes do ensino superior podem frequentar disciplinas avulsas e em diversas instituições de ensino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiat lux&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBjqMgdrGGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gsv5n_qaYoE/s1600-h/estudante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195159670765590626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBjqMgdrGGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gsv5n_qaYoE/s320/estudante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 -&lt;/strong&gt; Tomei hoje conhecimento da Lei n.º 3/2008 de 18 de Janeiro que revê o estatuto do aluno do ensino básico e secundário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sendo perita no assunto, confesso que vejo com grande satisfação as alterações propostas, nomeadamente as que às faltas dizem respeito. Ao que parece, para efeitos cumulativos, deixa de se fazer a diferenciação entre faltas justificadas e injustificadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se a lei se reverterá em prática efectiva? Isso será motivo para &lt;em&gt;posts&lt;/em&gt; futuros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3241148222595713149?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3241148222595713149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3241148222595713149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3241148222595713149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3241148222595713149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/curtas-da-educao.html' title='Curtas da Educação'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBjqMgdrGGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gsv5n_qaYoE/s72-c/estudante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7582984387332542122</id><published>2008-04-29T22:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:46:44.671+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>A loja do Ourives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«(.&lt;strong&gt;..)tens tu verdadeiramente aquela coragem e aquela confiança de que me falas? Quantas vezes adivinhei lágrimas no teu rosto, embora estivessem enxutos os teus olhos! Crês partir decididamente à procura da felicidade, mas esta procura não será expressão de angústia ou, em todo o caso de prudência?»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O texto é um trecho de uma carta de Andrj a Teresa&lt;em&gt; in "A Loja do Ourives"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;uma peça de Andrzej Jawién, pseudónimo de &lt;em&gt;Lolus&lt;/em&gt; no tratamento familiar, Karol Wojtyla pelo baptismo e João Paulo II na lista dos Papas - um apaixonado (também) pelo teatro e pela escrita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A "&lt;em&gt;Loja do Ourives"&lt;/em&gt; foi editado em 1960 e esgotou em 22 línguas, sendo que em 1988 Michael Andersen realizou o filme homónimo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBeWmwdrGEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vhYDDg8LUUU/s1600-h/a_loja_do_ourives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194786287783712834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBeWmwdrGEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vhYDDg8LUUU/s400/a_loja_do_ourives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma história que começa na cidade de Cracóvia em 1939, onde um misterioso e velho joalheiro observa, através da janela da sua loja, um grupo de estudantes e o Padre Adam, que nesse momento empreendem uma excursão às montanhas. Gente que ele conhece bem. Especialmente os protagonistas desta viagem, os jovens Andrej, Teresa, Stefan e Anna, cujos caminhos se cruzarão ao longo da vida. Com casamentos e nascimentos, dúvidas e certezas, encontros e desencontros. Enfim, com a vida a palpitar nos seus corações e, como afirma uma das personagens desta história, com a certeza de que "o futuro depende do amor!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em Portugal foi editado pela "Rei dos Livros". Um homem extraordinário, Karol Wojtyla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7582984387332542122?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7582984387332542122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7582984387332542122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7582984387332542122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7582984387332542122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/loja-do-ourives.html' title='A loja do Ourives'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBeWmwdrGEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vhYDDg8LUUU/s72-c/a_loja_do_ourives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-3281254963635024702</id><published>2008-04-28T03:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:46:30.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>A Lista de Schindler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBU5AwdrGBI/AAAAAAAAArs/rugRbQKodVQ/s1600-h/schindler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194120430413879314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBU5AwdrGBI/AAAAAAAAArs/rugRbQKodVQ/s200/schindler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oskar Schindler nasceu a 28 de Abril de 1908, na República Checa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morreu pobre em 1974, com estatuto de herói. Um final pouco previsível para um homem que se alistou no partido nazi em 1938 e que se mudou, com o decorrer da Segunda Guerra Mundial, para Cracóvia, com intuito de se aproveitar da conjuntura que é como quem diz, do facto a que a história, abreviando o horror, designa por "Holocausto".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabou por fazer do poder adquirido instrumento para salvar a vida de Judeus que recrutou como mão-de-obra para as fábricas de que era proprietário. "A lista" refere-se a um total de 1200 pessoas que retirou de campos de concentração, contratando-as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O seu nome ficará para a posteridade inscrito na &lt;em&gt;Avenida Dos Justos&lt;/em&gt; do Museu do Holocausto em Jerusalém - onde consta também o nome do Português Aristides de Sousa Mendes - mas acima de tudo pela lente de Spilberg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-3281254963635024702?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/3281254963635024702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=3281254963635024702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3281254963635024702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/3281254963635024702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/lista-de-schindler.html' title='A Lista de Schindler'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBU5AwdrGBI/AAAAAAAAArs/rugRbQKodVQ/s72-c/schindler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-1248513345450327623</id><published>2008-04-26T16:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:28:46.596+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>Filhos de Chernobyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às 01:23:58, hora local, de 26 de Abril de 1986, o quarto reactor da central nuclear de Chernobyl, na Ucrânia (então território da União Soviética) foi o protagonista do pior acidente nuclear da história, tendo produzido uma nuvem de radioactividade que atingiu a União Soviética, a Europa Oriental, a Escandinávia e o Reino Unido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193588988340541426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBNVqwdrF_I/AAAAAAAAArc/UbrqofR6sPw/s400/CHERNOBYL.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais de 20 anos passados, a OMS salienta o estigma social existente sobre as pessoas que foram expostas à radiação e o efeito sobre a saúde mental das pessoas afectadas - que se consideram "vítimas" em vez de "sobreviventes", sentindo-se impotentes para controlar as suas vidas e cedendo ao alcoolismo e outros vícios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fotógrafo Roberth Knoth e a repórter Antoinette de Jong começaram a registar em 1999 as consequências do desastre nuclear na Bielorússia, Casaquistão, Ucrânia, Urais e na Sibéria. O resultado foi compilado num livro publicado com o apoio do Greenpeace Internacional e da UNICEF - Holanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conheça o trabalho &lt;a href="http://www.pixelpress.org/chernobyl/index.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-1248513345450327623?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/1248513345450327623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=1248513345450327623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1248513345450327623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/1248513345450327623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/filhos-de-chernobyl.html' title='Filhos de Chernobyl'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBNVqwdrF_I/AAAAAAAAArc/UbrqofR6sPw/s72-c/CHERNOBYL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-6016656680864974831</id><published>2008-04-25T19:45:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:50:42.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Manuel Freire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em 1969, Manuel Freire apareceu no programa de televisão &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zip-Zip &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e interpretou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedra Filosofal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sobre um poema de António Gedeão. Nesse ano foi o eleito para o &lt;em&gt;Prémio da Imprensa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hoje celebra o seu 66º aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eOup8fgryy/aus=" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-6016656680864974831?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/6016656680864974831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=6016656680864974831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6016656680864974831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/6016656680864974831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/manuel-freire.html' title='Manuel Freire'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-4454047108969772258</id><published>2008-04-25T00:08:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:25:06.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 de Abril sempre.'/><title type='text'>Vivas à Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Esta é a madrugada que eu esperava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia inicial inteiro e limpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde emergimos da noite e do silêncio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E livres habitamos a substância do tempo»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192970951136581586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBEjkQdrF9I/AAAAAAAAArM/GRwu56Hav7E/s400/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anos neste mesmo dia, o Salgueiro Maia que há em mim impõe-se-me para dar Vivas à Liberdade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há 34 anos não era nascida e como grande parte dos Portugueses, prefiro encantar-me com a visão romântica de uma revolução que distribuiu flores... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há cerca de 4 anos assisti em Coimbra a uma celebração simbólica, numa das transvessais à Sé velha, perto da casa onde viveu Zeca Afonso. Começou cerimonialmente ao bater da meia noite com o "Grândola Vila Morena", que ecoava pela rua estreita em uníssono cantada por intelectuais, estudantes universitários, ex-combatentes, cidadãos, enfim. E emocionei-me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emociono-me sempre. Com a bravura dos então mancebos chamados a defender a Pátria, com a usurpação dos direitos mais fundamentais, com a Reforma Agrária, os índices de analfabetismo de então e a pobreza instituída; e ainda mais "Porque os meninos inventaram coisas novas", mas as estrelas ainda não são do povo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-4454047108969772258?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/4454047108969772258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=4454047108969772258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4454047108969772258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/4454047108969772258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/vivas-liberdade.html' title='Vivas à Liberdade'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/SBEjkQdrF9I/AAAAAAAAArM/GRwu56Hav7E/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5460823183767833780</id><published>2008-04-15T00:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:26:42.817+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Born to Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A ti, que hoje nasces de novo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6se90rFN1qI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5460823183767833780?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5460823183767833780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5460823183767833780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5460823183767833780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5460823183767833780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/04/born-to-run.html' title='Born to Run'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8759299699137662046</id><published>2008-03-24T15:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:22:53.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estado da Alma'/><title type='text'>A Noite Passada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/R-fxX49EOPI/AAAAAAAAArE/bl-C_O3BxQ0/s1600-h/corunha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181375289040845042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/R-fxX49EOPI/AAAAAAAAArE/bl-C_O3BxQ0/s400/corunha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mvOATQXrKd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mvOATQXrKd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8759299699137662046?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8759299699137662046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8759299699137662046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8759299699137662046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8759299699137662046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/03/noite-passada.html' title='A Noite Passada'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/R-fxX49EOPI/AAAAAAAAArE/bl-C_O3BxQ0/s72-c/corunha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-7971411500319565818</id><published>2008-03-13T00:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:31:23.192Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade'/><title type='text'>(de orelha a orelha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;É oficial. Leonard Cohen estará em Lisboa a 19 de Julho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-7971411500319565818?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/7971411500319565818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=7971411500319565818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7971411500319565818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/7971411500319565818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-orelha-orelha.html' title='(de orelha a orelha)'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-5791964649532157939</id><published>2008-03-13T00:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:18:11.265Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias de Inquietude'/><title type='text'>Livro de reclamações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A todos os que me têem referido a dificuldade de aceder ao &lt;em&gt;Inquietude&lt;/em&gt; e a impossibilidade de deixar comentários, garanto tentar resolver o problema em breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada pelo interesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-5791964649532157939?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/5791964649532157939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=5791964649532157939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5791964649532157939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/5791964649532157939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/03/livro-de-reclamaes.html' title='Livro de reclamações'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-2583488145721677163</id><published>2008-03-10T23:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:51:40.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obrigatório (re)ver'/><title type='text'>Este País Não é Para Velhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganhou 4 &lt;em&gt;Oscares&lt;/em&gt;: Melhor Filme, Melhor Realizador (irmãos Coen), Melhor Actor Secundário (Javier Bardem) e Melhor Guião Adaptado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fui ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176263973772419298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/R9XIqLxbYOI/AAAAAAAAAqk/txK4j7NfNe0/s320/filme.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Óptima fotografia, personagens pouco interessantes perdidas num chorrilho de sotaques, muitos lugares comuns (inclusivé o "cara ou coroa" já visto em filmes anteriores), tiroteio e sangue gratuito (muito aquém e sem os planos fantásticos de Tarantino), sem faltar a reprodução de valores patrióticos Americanos, inclusivé sobre os ex-combatentes no Vietnam. E não percebo a premiação de Bardem. Juro que não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saí com a certeza de que alguma coisa me tinha escapado, alguma mensagem subliminar, &lt;em&gt;quiçá &lt;/em&gt;transcendental, que não identifiquei por algum motivo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas não é um mau filme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-2583488145721677163?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/2583488145721677163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=2583488145721677163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2583488145721677163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/2583488145721677163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/03/este-pas-no-para-velhos.html' title='Este País Não é Para Velhos...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PW-4ZfcO7SA/R9XIqLxbYOI/AAAAAAAAAqk/txK4j7NfNe0/s72-c/filme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709764933551420358.post-8554265976263529981</id><published>2008-03-08T16:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:31:05.060Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Um mimo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;... cantado por António Carlos Jobim, para a amiga de muitos anos que hoje está de parabéns!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qgpe4xioo4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qgpe4xioo4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709764933551420358-8554265976263529981?l=inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/feeds/8554265976263529981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709764933551420358&amp;postID=8554265976263529981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8554265976263529981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709764933551420358/posts/default/8554265976263529981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietude-inquietude.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-mimo.html' title='Um mimo...'/><author><name>Pearl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503399461235912578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
