<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813</id><updated>2012-01-19T04:57:53.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhos nos Olhos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-5726803475834212237</id><published>2012-01-19T04:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:57:53.412Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interior - um
Com uma tal falta de gente coexistivel, como há hoje, que pode um homem de sensibilidade fazer senão inventar os seus amigos, ou quando menos , os seus companheiros de espírito ?
Fernando Pessoa/Bernardo Soares
Livro do Desassossego
Interior - dois
Pudesse eu não ter laços nem limitesÓ vida de mil faces transbordantePara poder  responder aos teus convitesSuspensos na surpresa dos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5726803475834212237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5726803475834212237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#5726803475834212237' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-6978901762754697402</id><published>2011-12-24T01:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:55:41.521Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Natal ... ... ... sem pai natal


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6978901762754697402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6978901762754697402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6978901762754697402' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-3034049145196743723</id><published>2011-12-20T02:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:59:19.065Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olhos nos Olhos ( tvi 19.12.2011)
Medina Carreira e Paulo Otero concisos e precisos :

http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/programa.html?prg_id=4407</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3034049145196743723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3034049145196743723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#3034049145196743723' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-6357651164941153114</id><published>2011-12-17T23:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:56:24.932Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morna
Património de alma portuguesa d'além mar
Cesária Évora  (27.08.1941-17.12.2011)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6357651164941153114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6357651164941153114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6357651164941153114' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7290833046431955615</id><published>2011-11-28T02:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:07:08.518Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fado 
Património de  alma portuguesa 


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7290833046431955615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7290833046431955615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7290833046431955615' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7789558135051736087</id><published>2011-11-04T20:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:41:54.481Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7789558135051736087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7789558135051736087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7789558135051736087' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-5559559059414753949</id><published>2011-06-13T23:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T03:58:18.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FERNANDO PESSOA(13.06.1888-30.11.1935)
   extratos do "...  desassossego " :

- " Meu Deus, meu Deus, a quem assisto ? Quantos sou ? Quem é eu ? O que é este intervalo que       há entre mim e mim ? "
- "Criei em mim várias personalidades. Crio personalidades constantemente ...    Para criar, destruí-me ; tanto me exteriorizei dentro de mim, que dentro de mim não existo senão      exteriormente. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5559559059414753949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5559559059414753949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#5559559059414753949' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-9127647047049398061</id><published>2011-06-10T19:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:48:33.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Um degrau para o Céu :



em nome de uma sonhada  Pátria d'aquém e d'além-mar.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/9127647047049398061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/9127647047049398061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#9127647047049398061' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7019477877831187582</id><published>2011-04-25T23:54:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:37:01.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25.04.1974 --- 25.04.2011

...
- conquistas:descaramento, dívidas, desperdício, mediocridade, humilhação, impunidade, desconfiança, pseudo-riqueza, pseudo-instrução, pseudo-educação, pseudo-cultura, pseudo-sensibilidade, um abismo, um fim histórico ... ...- conquistadores/as:
mercenários/as  da política, mercenários da guerra,  mercenários/as da gestão, mercenários/as do sindicalismo, mercenários</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7019477877831187582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7019477877831187582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7019477877831187582' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7283547171806239512</id><published>2011-03-20T18:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:39:31.012Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lua Cheia Na quentura e aconchego da voz de minha amada Bethânia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7283547171806239512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7283547171806239512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#7283547171806239512' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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/s4M67HeJLss/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-8017623804343851671</id><published>2011-03-17T00:22:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:54:51.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fumando

 Por vezes, quando o ví . . . cio do ex-tabaco aperta, convem esta imagem :


 Quer lume ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/8017623804343851671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/8017623804343851671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#8017623804343851671' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxVToqgfN5k/TYFW-2AqEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/44BoGdW06RM/s72-c/Anti-tabaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-2592229351180163662</id><published>2011-03-04T18:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:17:37.669Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouvido, repetidamente, sem cansaço:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/2592229351180163662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/2592229351180163662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#2592229351180163662' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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/hfvSm6jrky8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7530756294664604468</id><published>2011-02-03T03:25:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:27:21.099Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DistânciasVivemos, cada vez mais, de migalhas afectivas ... ... ... incapazes de cumprir um afecto assim :" amo devagar os amigos que são tristes com cinco dedos de cada lado "... ... ... Herberto Helder, Aos Amigos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7530756294664604468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7530756294664604468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#7530756294664604468' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-1155864567356271992</id><published>2010-12-25T12:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:27:42.729Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                          O nosso Natal é como o dos príncipes do século XIX Foi D. Fernando II quem, nostálgico das tradições da sua infância, resolveu um dia fazer no palácio uma árvore de Natal para os sete filhos que tinha com a rainha D. Maria II, e distribuir presentes vestido de São Nicolau. Em Inglaterra, a rainha Vitória encantava-se com a mesma tradição, trazida pelo seu marido, Alberto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/1155864567356271992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/1155864567356271992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#1155864567356271992' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-3152657866823098968</id><published>2010-11-26T03:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:26:59.071Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> II- Fumando palavras..." Sozinho, fumando, fumando muito, fumando sempre,aspirando para dentro o fumo, como se fosse a tristeza " fumando.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3152657866823098968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3152657866823098968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#3152657866823098968' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-4955740334837899484</id><published>2010-11-26T02:13:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:24:56.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I-Fumando palavras ... ... ..."Acendo um cigarro ...E saboreio no cigarro a libertação de todos os pensamentos.Sigo o fumo como uma rota própria,... ... ... " Álvaro de Campos, Tabacaria</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4955740334837899484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4955740334837899484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4955740334837899484' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-4577136731476091406</id><published>2010-11-18T03:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:04:01.227Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Telegrama :  " c i r c u n t r i s t e z a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4577136731476091406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4577136731476091406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4577136731476091406' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-5173875672547113403</id><published>2010-10-05T22:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:28:38.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUNDAÇÃO CHAMPALIMAUD...Um notável acontecimento :...Foi hoje inaugurado o Centro Champalimaud para o Desconhecido, representando o respectivo edíficio um investimento privado de cem milhões de euros ( sem "derrapagens" no orçamento)...."Este Centro visa transformar-se num núcleo de investigação por excelência nas áreas do cancro, neurociência e visão.A partir de Janeiro recebe os primeiros </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5173875672547113403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5173875672547113403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5173875672547113403' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-9093538095067521772</id><published>2010-07-27T22:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:13:31.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salazar(28.04.1889 - 27.07.1970)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/9093538095067521772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/9093538095067521772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#9093538095067521772' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7140614850060080160</id><published>2009-12-31T00:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:26:32.852Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Consumo da alma(2009).Música. Fado:.- Aldina Duarte :" apenas o amor " (cd)" mulheres ao espelho " (cd).- Camané :" sempre de mim " ... ao vivo no coliseu ( cd/dvd)." como sempre ... como dantes " (cd).- Duarte :" Aquelas coisas da Gente " (cd).- Colectânea : 127 fados (10 cd´s).- Carlos Saura : " fados " ( dvd ).Outra música : .-Amy Winehouse:live in London ... ( dvd ).-José Cid: ao vivo no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7140614850060080160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7140614850060080160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7140614850060080160' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-5850519406076990552</id><published>2009-12-26T23:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:09:23.932Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estranho NatalNa avalanche de prendas, as crianças apenas rasgam embrulhos e mais embrulhos. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5850519406076990552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5850519406076990552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5850519406076990552' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-289085638246698740</id><published>2009-12-09T03:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:52:14.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Um exemplo do abismo :...Estado arrenda por milhões património que vendeu....Ministério da Justiça já arrecadou mais de 230 milhões de euros pela venda de património, contando-se os estabelecimentos prisionais de Lisboa e de Pinheiro da Cruz, por mais de 140 milhões, no total. Mas, como continua a ocupá-los, passou de proprietário a inquilino, pagando agora por ambos uma renda de cerca de sete </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/289085638246698740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/289085638246698740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#289085638246698740' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-246094141525543527</id><published>2009-10-22T04:46:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:33:05.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A urgência do TGV... Sala fria e sombria, por vezes iluminada com luz laranja a rodar.Cadeiras curtas que não dão descanso.Todas as idades de rosto fechado.De vez em quando um suspiro fundo.Espera.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... .... Luz laranja a rodar.Corpos deitados atravessam expostos.Barulho metálico de choque nas portas de vai-vem.Espera.... ... ... ... .. ... .... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/246094141525543527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/246094141525543527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#246094141525543527' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7026140309923401917</id><published>2009-10-19T02:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:40:26.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outros fados da alma... ... ...Ser Aquele ... ... ... .... .... ... .... .... (Fernando Pessoa/Camané)... ... Se estou só, quero não estar.Se não estou, quero estar só.Enfim, quero sempre estarDa maneira que não estou....Ser feliz é ser aqueleE aquele não é feliz...... ... ...... ... ...Triste Sorte ... ... .... ... ... .... .... ...(João Ferreira Rosa/Camané).... Ando na vida à procuraDe uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7026140309923401917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7026140309923401917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7026140309923401917' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7516582071284334386</id><published>2009-10-06T04:24:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:23:50.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amália(23.07.1920 - 06.10.1999)...Estranha forma de vida: ... ... ... ...Coração independente,Coração que não comando:Vive perdido entre a gente,Teimosamente sangrando,Coração independente.... Eu não te acompanho mais:Pára, deixa de bater.Se não sabes onde vais,Porque teimas em correr,Eu não te acompanho mais.... ... ...... ... ...Gaivota ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Se uma gaivota </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7516582071284334386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7516582071284334386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7516582071284334386' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-3928984528139978587</id><published>2009-10-02T03:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:57:19.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom como o pão... Depois do ruído das ruinosas eleições, sabe bem ao paladar da alma reler um trecho assim :...  " O avô de alguém que me é querido dizia de uma pessoa boa.É bom como o pão e ao lado disto que maior elogio se pode fazer? " ...António Lobo Antunes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3928984528139978587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3928984528139978587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3928984528139978587' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-8953886384331946076</id><published>2009-09-13T22:30:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:43:26.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Des)instrução...A propósito da abertura do ano escolar, convém recordar dois "superiores" exemplos.... Este ofício:  Este percurso: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/8953886384331946076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/8953886384331946076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8953886384331946076' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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/_eTsv0Z8a1nI/Sq1pRA22KMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zopq5O3FY_E/s72-c/oficio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-5612764547514312947</id><published>2009-09-11T18:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:44:45.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terrorismo...Apesar do 11 de Setembro (2001) , continuamos a alimentar o ego de bandidos :..."O Ministro de Estado e dos Negócios Estrangeiros, Luís Amado, vai assistir esta terça-feira, 1 de Setembro, em Tripoli, «às comemorações do 40º aniversário da Revolução do Grande Al-Fateh», com a chegada ao poder de Muammar Khadafi.Em comunicado, o MNE esclarece que, no âmbito do mesmo convite das </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5612764547514312947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/5612764547514312947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5612764547514312947' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-8468622508269377002</id><published>2009-08-25T06:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:08:48.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recomeçar por onde ? Talvez pela ilusão  deste "Aceno": Longe, Seu coração bate por mim; E a sua mão desenha aquele afago Que me sossega  inteiro ...... ......Miguel Torga (Diário l)   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/8468622508269377002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/8468622508269377002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8468622508269377002' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-4648862748906866061</id><published>2007-08-29T03:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:56:49.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REMORSOMãe!Vem ouvir.Vem ouvirO meu coraçãoInteiro por ti.Vem Mãe.Vem da tua ausênciaQue eu ,agora, estou presente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4648862748906866061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4648862748906866061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4648862748906866061' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-4351381512622994628</id><published>2007-08-18T00:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:24:23.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UM EXEMPLO Cinco administradores da Unidade Local de Saúde de Matosinhos do Hospital Pedro Hispano renunciaram ao direito a ter carro de serviço (cerca de €35.000 cada) para que essa quantia  seja utilizada na ajuda à compra de novos equipamentos hospitalares. Expresso 18-8-07</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4351381512622994628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/4351381512622994628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4351381512622994628' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7039949679125902359</id><published>2007-08-12T22:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:42:55.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MIGUEL TORGA(centenário) Escritor da minha íntima eleição,confirmo nele estas palavras suas:...pego na pena com o escrúpulo com que pego no bisturi.  ...     ...Não é uma boa prosa que ambiciono, mas sim uma claridade gráfica.Gostaria de restituir às palavras a alma que lhes roubaram, e que a língua tivesse nas minhas mãos, além da graça possivel, uma dignidade insofismável.   ... ...Que cada </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7039949679125902359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7039949679125902359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7039949679125902359' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-6386470963853448966</id><published>2007-07-24T02:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:16:22.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A OBJECTIVA VERDADE DOS MERCENÁRIOS DA POLÍTICA : ... ... ... http://www.correiomanha.pt/noticia.asp?id=251108&amp;idselect=181&amp;idCanal=181&amp;p=0  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6386470963853448966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6386470963853448966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6386470963853448966' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7236402692416578290</id><published>2007-07-16T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:23:14.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUE DECADÊNCIA !!!Idosa e humilde gente do Alandroal, de Cabeceiras de Basto, do Teixoso ... ... ... arregimentada, sem saber, para preencher a frente do hotel Altis, agitar bandeiras e aplaudir sua excelência o Presidente da Camâra de Lisboa e sua excelência o Primeiro-Ministro (tão carenciado de aplausos).QUE DECADÊNCIA !!!Doze candidatos que apenas conseguiram convocar o voto de 37,4% dos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7236402692416578290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7236402692416578290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7236402692416578290' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-558479379337356920</id><published>2007-07-08T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:59:48.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AS " SETE MARAVILHAS " DO MUNDOQue ideia, absurdamente, redutora !Que espectáculo, descaradamente, artificial !... ... ...Pretenciosamente dirigido ao mundo, quanto mundo foi excluído !... ... ...Pretenciosamente revelador do património arquitectónico mundial, que seria desse património sem o património físico da Jenifer, o play back do Carreras e do Safima e a "não dança" do Cortés !... ... ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/558479379337356920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/558479379337356920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#558479379337356920' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-1446795693479224270</id><published>2007-06-02T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:40:14.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UM INTERESSANTE TEXTO SOBRE O AEROPORTO NA OTA (OU EM QUALQUER OUTRO LOCAL)... ... ...QUEM PAGA A OTA?O Governo tem tentado passar a ideia de que o futuroaeroporto da Ota será um empreendimento essencialmenteprivado com uma contribuição do Estado português de apenas10%. Mas por detrás de um aparente investimento privadoestão custos ocultos que o tornam num investimentoessencialmente público. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/1446795693479224270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/1446795693479224270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1446795693479224270' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-6054198932185602100</id><published>2007-06-02T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T03:15:50.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A OJECTIVA VERDADE DOS MERCENÁRIOS DO DINHEIRO :... ... ...http://www.correiomanha.pt/noticia.asp?id=244726&amp;idselect=181&amp;idCanal=181&amp;p=0... ... ...A INSUSTENTÁVEL LEVEZA DO MINISTRO DAS FINANÇAS :... ... ...http://www.correiomanha.pt/noticia.asp?id=244756&amp;idselect=11&amp;idCanal=11&amp;p=200</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6054198932185602100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6054198932185602100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6054198932185602100' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-6825033800722475660</id><published>2007-05-27T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:41:10.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A OBJECTIVA VERDADE DOS MERCENÁRIOS DA POLÍTICA :... ... ...http://videos.sapo.pt/aWCBzS2SIhahWzoftzgZ !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6825033800722475660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/6825033800722475660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6825033800722475660' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-3475305305519180098</id><published>2007-04-15T02:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:36:26.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A licenciatura do Primeiro-MinistroO Primeiro-Ministro não tem prova válida da sua licenciatura,dada a patente divergência dos certificados de habilitações. O decurso do tempo é, neste caso, irrelevante:não há licenciaturas por usucapião. Cabe, então, apurar responsabilidades:se o Primeiro-Ministro remete a responsabilidade para a universidade independente porque não propõe contra estao adequado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3475305305519180098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/3475305305519180098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3475305305519180098' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-7273076621032513435</id><published>2007-04-09T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:21:20.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O CASO DO PRIMEIRO-MINISTRO " É DE CERTA FORMA EXEMPLAR "M.Gago... ... ... A cegueira do servilismo, num caso tão nebuloso quanto a licenciatura do Primeiro-Ministro,apaga a pretensiosa matriz ética de Mariano Gago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7273076621032513435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/7273076621032513435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7273076621032513435' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-1309600027257427684</id><published>2007-02-11T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:57:42.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PALAVRAS QUE ME DIZEM:As pessoas de quem gostámos e partiram amputam-nos cruelmente de partes vivas nossas,e a sua falta obriga-nos a coxear por dentro.Parece que sobrevivemos não aos outros mas a nós mesmos . . .António Lobo Antunes, Visão, 07-06-01</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/1309600027257427684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/1309600027257427684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1309600027257427684' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-117063704391743372</id><published>2007-02-04T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:39:42.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UM GRANDE EQUÍVOCO NOS " GRANDES PORTUGUESES "Cunhal foi um indesmentível soviético estalinista.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/117063704391743372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/117063704391743372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117063704391743372' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-116923943754185296</id><published>2007-01-19T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:23:09.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O PREÇO DA " DANÇA" DOS GESTORES PÚBLICOS DA C.G.D.... ... ... Nos últimos 3 anos foram pagos 5,137 milhões de euros em indemnizações a gestores do sector empresarial do Estado por exoneração antecipada.A Caixa Geral de Depósitos pagou 4,2 milhões de euros.As contas foram feitas pelo Tribunal de Contas no âmbito da Auditoria ao Sistema Remuneratório dos Gestores Públicos e Práticas de Bom Governo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/116923943754185296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/116923943754185296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116923943754185296' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-116582762019220311</id><published>2006-12-11T08:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:08:15.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUERIA TANTOQueria tanto, minha Mãe,Ser o teu filho protector.Aconchegar-te em mimCom o inteiro amorDe que fugi.Queria tanto, minha Mãe,Repetir os encontros do fim.Assim juntos,De rostos colados,De mimos trocados.E eu a dizer-te:Estás tão bonita Mãe.E tu a dizeres-me:São os teus olhos filho.E eu a dizer-te:És a Mãe mais linda do mundo.E tu a abrires um sorriso doce.E eu a dizer-te:Oh meu amor!E </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/116582762019220311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/116582762019220311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116582762019220311' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-116224655785563491</id><published>2006-10-30T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:26:36.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UM EXEMPLO DESASTROSO:...– Quando é que o caso da EPUL fica definitivamente esclarecido?– Pedi à Inspecção-Geral de Finanças que fizesse uma inspecção. O Ministério Público, face a suspeitas que vieram a lume, também está a agir e espero serenamente que venham os resultados o mais rapidamente possível.– Quando se soube dos cargos vitalícios na EPUL ficou espantado?– Fiquei.– Mas há ainda uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/116224655785563491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/116224655785563491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116224655785563491' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-115845387878326937</id><published>2006-09-17T01:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:47:25.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERCENÁRIOS DA POLÍTICA" ... compareceram ontem na abertura da sessão legislativa menos de metade dos 230 parlamentares." "... chegaram a estar apenas 37 deputados no plenário. " Correio da Manhã, 16-09-06 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/115845387878326937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/115845387878326937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115845387878326937' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-115508736210981961</id><published>2006-08-09T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:51:47.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAROlhar...... ........ .......... a piscina de Deus ......... ........ ..... .......Saborear ........ ..... .... o banquete azul .......... ....... ..... .... ......Dar ....... ........... .......  um abraço liquido ..... ....... ..... ...... ......Brindar ao laço dos corpos lambidos pelo champanhe das ondas !  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/115508736210981961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/115508736210981961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115508736210981961' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-114764937947179152</id><published>2006-05-15T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:41:29.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PORQUEPorque os outros se mascaram mas tu nãoPorque os outros usam a virtudePara comprar o que não tem perdão.Porque os outros tem medo mas tu não.Porque os outros são os túmulos caiadosOnde germina calada a podridão.Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.Porque os outros se compram e se vendemE os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.Porque os outros vão á sombra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/114764937947179152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/114764937947179152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114764937947179152' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-114696467094227943</id><published>2006-05-07T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:41:57.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MÃE !Passa a tua mão pela minha cabeça!Quando passas a tua mão na minha cabeça é tudo tão verdade!Almada Negreiros, A Invenção do Dia Claro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/114696467094227943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/114696467094227943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114696467094227943' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-114499068700280233</id><published>2006-04-14T04:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:55:18.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERCENÁRIOS DA POLÍTICAO estatuto dos deputados determina que estes tem o" dever "de "participar nas votações"(art.14/1/c) e que "o exercicio de quaisquer outras actividades, quando legalmente admissivel, não pode pôr em causa o regular cumprimento ..." desse dever (art.14/2) . O mesmo estatuto considera como motivos justificativos das faltas " a doença, o casamento, a maternidade e a paternidade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/114499068700280233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/114499068700280233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114499068700280233' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-113917607492777325</id><published>2006-02-05T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:18:58.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANTES DE AMAR-TE . . .Antes de amar-te, amor, nada era meu:vacilei pelas ruas e coisas:nada contava nem tinha nome:o mundo era do ar que esperava.E conheci salões cinzentos,túneis habitados pela lua,hangares cruéis que se despediam,perguntas que insistiam na areia.Tudo estava vazio, morto e mudo,caído, abandonado e decaído,tudo era inalianavelmente alheio,tudo era dos outros e de ninguém,até que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113917607492777325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113917607492777325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113917607492777325' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-113753974159071061</id><published>2006-01-17T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:19:12.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELEGRAMA AMIGUEL TORGA(12.08.1907 - 17.01.1995)Voto em si . . . escritor da minha íntima eleição.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113753974159071061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113753974159071061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113753974159071061' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-113408642947997243</id><published>2005-12-08T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:19:27.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEDERALISMO E PRESIDÊNCIA DA REPÚBLICAMário Soares, na qualidade de candidato, reafirma a defesa do federalismo europeu.Mas, um estado federal europeu acaba com a presidência da república.Será este um desígnio da sua candidatura?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113408642947997243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113408642947997243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113408642947997243' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-113373990096877159</id><published>2005-12-04T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:19:42.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FRANCISCO SÁ CARNEIRO(19.07.1934- 04.12.1980)Saudades do seu tempo político, da sua social-democracia, da sua Aliança Democrática.Saudades do seu tempo afectivo, inequivocamente, assumido com Snu Abecassis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113373990096877159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113373990096877159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113373990096877159' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-113348812439877635</id><published>2005-12-02T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:20:18.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FERNANDO PESSOA(13.06.1888 - 30.11.1935)«Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos»Alberto Caeiro«Sou a criança triste a quem a vida bateu»Bernardo Soares«Nunca tive infância, nem adolescência, nem portanto idade viril a que chegasse...Sou o esquecimento de todos os deveres, a hesitação de todas as intenções»Fernando Pessoa«Afinal eu quem sou, quando não brinco?um pobre orfão abandonado nas ruas das</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113348812439877635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/113348812439877635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113348812439877635' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-112847210509751740</id><published>2005-10-05T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:20:06.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PALAVRAS SEVERAS" Não há uma sinceridade de cada momento, mas sim a que se prolonga, se cultiva, e se vigia.Quem é sincero por jactos, faz da traição o seu valor constante."Miguel Torga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/112847210509751740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/112847210509751740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112847210509751740' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-112076896409920887</id><published>2005-07-07T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:20:29.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A VIDA DA MORTETalvez, Meu Pai, a vida tenha duas vidas e hoje é dia de aniversário seu.Nas prendas que pensei, um perfume, como sempre.Mas hoje, Meu Pai, levo-lhe apenas o aroma das flores do seu jardim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/112076896409920887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/112076896409920887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112076896409920887' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-110349775249442516</id><published>2004-12-19T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:20:40.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NATAL NO HOSPITAL" Acabei de operar, estou a fumar um cigarro e a pensar nas freiras que cirandam à minha volta.Bondosas, prestáveis, pacientes, injectam, fazem curativos, despejam, limpam. Mas sente-se que, embora presentes e funcionais, pairam acima da realidade. Que actuam fora do jogo da vida.Parece, até, que nos olham com certa dose de comiseração por tanta freima que pomos nos actos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/110349775249442516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/110349775249442516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110349775249442516' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-110007580922132973</id><published>2004-11-10T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:20:51.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANTÓNIO LOBO ANTUNES :" Tenho a sensação que estou a escrever coisas maiores do que eu. "" Aprendi que as pessoas mais corajosas são aquelas que, por vezes,estão ao nosso lado e para quem não olhamos, e vivem a indignidadeda dor com uma serenidade, uma dignidade e uma elegância que nãose encontra. "" As coisas sem amor não me interessam. "Entrevista ao DN de 9.11.04</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/110007580922132973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/110007580922132973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110007580922132973' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-109322195130895939</id><published>2004-08-23T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:21:04.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SENTIDO DE ESTADOSaber traduzir a linguagem do silêncio ... ... de quem não é mercenário dos interesses.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/109322195130895939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/109322195130895939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109322195130895939' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-109061054884339767</id><published>2004-07-23T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:21:15.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POSES PARTIDÁRIASReduzem os políticos à expressão mímica de bonecos articuladose à poluição sonora dos discursos mecânicos pró e contra.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/109061054884339767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/109061054884339767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109061054884339767' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108906754729407262</id><published>2004-07-05T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:56:54.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INSCRIÇÃOQuando eu morrer voltarei para buscarOs instantes que não vivi junto do marSophia de Mello Breyner Andresen (1919-2004)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108906754729407262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108906754729407262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108906754729407262' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108725142478683126</id><published>2004-06-14T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:57:19.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SANTO ANTÓNIONa imensa policlínica das almas, apenas Deus é de clínica geral.Os santos têm especialidades...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108725142478683126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108725142478683126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108725142478683126' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108475492897148909</id><published>2004-05-17T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:57:49.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PEREGRINAÇÂO INTERIOR... ... ... " c i r c u n t r i s t e z a " ... ... ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108475492897148909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108475492897148909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108475492897148909' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108352540893278961</id><published>2004-05-02T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:58:07.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MATERBom ... ... ... ... ... ter Mãe.Melhor ... ... ... ... sentir Mãe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108352540893278961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108352540893278961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352540893278961' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108292916266428962</id><published>2004-04-25T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:58:24.313Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25 DE ABRIL- Então, e para si, o que significa o 25 de Abril ?- De que ano ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108292916266428962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108292916266428962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108292916266428962' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108242314780917174</id><published>2004-04-20T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:58:52.036Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA QUE NÃO RESTEM DÚVIDAS, EQUÍVOCOS OU IGNORÂNCIAS.........P. Como se pode viver na Grã-bretanha e não aceitar as leis britânicas? R. Eu não aceito nenhuma lei feita pelo homem. Todos os muçulmanos estão proibidos de obedecer a leis feitas pelo homem. São imperfeitas, têm falhas, ninguém se entende. Votam, seguem a opinião da maioria, mas muitas vezes as várias minorias todas juntas são mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108242314780917174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108242314780917174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242314780917174' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108190883787930273</id><published>2004-04-14T03:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:59:22.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOÃO LOBO ANTUNES e JÚLIO POMARCientista e Pintor lado a lado abissalmente separados na aparência.João com aroma estético de verdadeiro príncipe.Júlio com expressão têxtil de músico de Havana.Todavia, dóceis, traquinas e cúmplices como irmãos na erudição da sensibilidade.Que bem que soube ao paladar da alma sentir este encontro feliz no desencontro aparente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108190883787930273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108190883787930273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108190883787930273' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108147119405506483</id><published>2004-04-09T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:37:48.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PÁSCOAProcuro ... ... ... " Deus dos sem Deuses " ... ... ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108147119405506483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108147119405506483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147119405506483' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-108051634631709762</id><published>2004-03-29T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:00:09.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONFIDÊNCIA" Ainda não consegui não sofrer com a minha solidão.Tão difícil é obter aquela distinção de espírito que permita ao isolamento ser um repouso sem angústia."Bernardo Soares, L. do D.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108051634631709762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/108051634631709762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108051634631709762' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107985359282045370</id><published>2004-03-21T07:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:00:29.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MÚSICA E PALAVRAS CANTADASMoldura sonora para certos silêncios...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107985359282045370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107985359282045370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107985359282045370' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107602359922757809</id><published>2004-02-05T23:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:00:47.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIVÓRCIOO réu confessou :"A dependência é uma besta que mata o desejo.A liberdade é uma maluca que sabe quanto vale um beijo."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107602359922757809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107602359922757809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602359922757809' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107516739030651958</id><published>2004-01-27T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:01:14.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MELOPEIAA flor se foi.O aroma insiste.Voa. Persiste.Alegre? Triste?Não sei. Não doi.Divaga. Existe....Cabral do Nascimento, Confidência</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107516739030651958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107516739030651958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516739030651958' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-10733551886830683</id><published>2004-01-06T02:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:04:15.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HORA DE AMORVem. Adormece encostada a este braçoMais débil do que o teu.Entrega-te despidaNas mãos dum homem solitárioQue a maldição não deixaQue possa nem sequer lutar por ti. Vem, Sem que eu te chame, ou te prometa a vida. E sente que ninguém,No descampado deste mundo, temA alma mais guardada e protegidaMiguel Torga, Diário VEM NOME Em nome da tua ausênciaConstruí­ com loucura uma grande casa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/10733551886830683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/10733551886830683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10733551886830683' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107290561720023470</id><published>2003-12-31T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:04:37.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESEJO-LHEColheita de bons frutos no pomar do tempo 2004.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107290561720023470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107290561720023470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107290561720023470' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107283167390916968</id><published>2003-12-31T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:05:40.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CATÁSTROFE NO IRÂOImplacável coice da natureza ou impiedosa fúria de Alá ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107283167390916968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107283167390916968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283167390916968' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107147260098754588</id><published>2003-12-15T07:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:05:59.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JANTAR DE CURSOSaboreámos, mesa a mesa, a iguaria do convivio solto, traquina e amigo.Restaurámos um património afectivo sem a máscara sisuda e adulta do direito e da politica.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107147260098754588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107147260098754588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107147260098754588' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107109864234479906</id><published>2003-12-10T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:06:19.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REVISTA CAISMerecida festa no Casino Estoril para um projecto, humanamente, discreto e eficaz.Tem devolvido dignidade a quem, na roleta da vida, lhe saiu a desgraça ... ... ...agora vencida.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107109864234479906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107109864234479906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109864234479906' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107074323854633125</id><published>2003-12-06T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:06:36.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" VÓ "Nobre linhagem Do Portugal Profundo.Imaculada revelação da alma do povo de onde saiu um neto que, aristocraticamente,assim honra a herança genética.Belíssimo texto de sentida doçura e quentura familiar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107074323854633125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107074323854633125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107074323854633125' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107040576409222122</id><published>2003-12-02T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:06:49.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRÁGICO CASINOCampeonato da Europa de Futebol:Braga 2 jogos ..........investimento........ 90 milhões de euros.Aveiro 2 jogos ...................................... 60 milhões.......Algarve 3 jogos .................................... 30 milhões.......Guimarães 2 jogos ............................... 25 milhões.......Leiria 2 jogos ....................................... 20 milhões.......Coimbra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107040576409222122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107040576409222122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040576409222122' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107032934320421395</id><published>2003-12-02T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:08:08.036Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PORTUGALIDADE ?Oficialmente, europeus de primeira.Realmente, espanhois de segunda e portugueses de terceira.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107032934320421395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107032934320421395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032934320421395' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-107003906975934709</id><published>2003-11-28T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:08:34.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIOLÊNCIA CONJUGALRelatos televisivos de mulheres vitimas de chocantes agressões fisicas.Todavia, sem explicações de fundo.Arrisco uma das possiveis: o agressor mente com o patente disfarce da latentehomossexualidade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107003906975934709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/107003906975934709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003906975934709' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106913346658867639</id><published>2003-11-18T05:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:09:03.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MARDar banho ao olhar ... ... ... na piscina de Deus ... ... ...Saborear ... ... ... o banquete azul ... ... ...Vestir a nudez ... ... ... com um abraço liquido ... ... ...Brindar ao laço dos corpos ... ... ... na areia lambida pelo champanhe das ondas ... ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106913346658867639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106913346658867639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106913346658867639' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106911435450320942</id><published>2003-11-18T00:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:09:32.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LELECAAgradeço-lhe o olhar e o comentário.Continue, sempre , a gostar do Mar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106911435450320942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106911435450320942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911435450320942' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106903310420201249</id><published>2003-11-17T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:09:45.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AGRADECIMENTOS a: AnaliticamenteincorrectoA proposito do tempoBloguiticaCritica LusaFruto XocolatyMister BeanO ArgonautaO Sexo dos AnjosPela vista de olhos e respectiva " linklusão "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106903310420201249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106903310420201249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903310420201249' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106894694416080348</id><published>2003-11-16T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:11:17.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAÇOSTenho um amigo novo com um carro velho ... quase profundamente velhoEscreve, por vezes, Do Portugal Profundo ... quase profundamente velhoTenho um amigo novo com uma casa velha ... quase profundamente velhaSolta a coragem do não na hora de todas as subserviências ...Tenho um amigo novo menos ter mais ser ... profundamente ser.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106894694416080348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106894694416080348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106894694416080348' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106892936552480951</id><published>2003-11-15T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:11:53.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOM DIAOlhar uma sala repleta de alunas em tranquilo debate sobre Direito do Trabalhoe ouvir um colectivo e bem disposto " bom dia professor"!Singelo facto que reforça uma paixão vitalicia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106892936552480951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106892936552480951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106892936552480951' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106867623680276347</id><published>2003-11-12T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:12:10.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADIVINHAQuem, num jantar em Sintra, contou, com tiques e toques, que quando vinha da África para a Europa passava férias em "SAINT ANTOINE DE CHEVALIER" ?Quem será este cosmopolita promotor de "... ... ... Cavaleiros " ?Consta que, apesar de vir da África, é ... ... branco.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106867623680276347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106867623680276347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867623680276347' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106861297893996962</id><published>2003-11-12T04:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:12:28.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JANTARDe S. MARTINHO com castanhas e vinho (excelente reserva Quinta do Côtto)Cinco à mesa :Ana - incansável abelha mestra.Jorge - humor com sal refinado.Teresa - impagável contadora.Tiago - alma das artes da alma.Eu - aconchegado neles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106861297893996962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106861297893996962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861297893996962' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106860008740381157</id><published>2003-11-12T01:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:13:07.330Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARABÉNSPela madeirense passagem de modelos "DEFICIENTES".Ao contrário de alguma mediática passarelle profissional ninguém passou com trote equestre e expressão rotweiler.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106860008740381157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106860008740381157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860008740381157' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-10685259381740430</id><published>2003-11-11T04:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:13:24.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CUNHALBRUTAL.Tenebrosa matriz política que a respeitável idade não desculpa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/10685259381740430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/10685259381740430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10685259381740430' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106840411863389534</id><published>2003-11-09T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:13:54.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOXEExcelente no Eurosport.Apesar dos pesados golpes tem a nobreza do combate olhos nos olhos.Sem cobarde guerrilha. Sem traição palaciana. Sem intriga terrorista.Há murros na alma com dor vitalícia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106840411863389534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106840411863389534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840411863389534' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106832373601642097</id><published>2003-11-08T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:14:12.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr.BAGAO FELIXInteligente. Pragmático. Naturalmente distinto, sensivel e convicto.Surpreendentemente, também, hilariante humorista pela via indirecta da sua Secretária de Estalo da Insegurança Social que, ontem e ao vivo, me fez rir até às lágrimas.Será a completa negação do Ministro ? ... nem um "bago" ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106832373601642097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106832373601642097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106832373601642097' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106790552831202439</id><published>2003-11-04T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:14:25.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HUMOR" Vendem-se 3/4 ass. duplex/simplex "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106790552831202439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106790552831202439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790552831202439' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106780113945347799</id><published>2003-11-02T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:14:41.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORTECada vez mais um falhanço da técnica...cada vez menos um desfecho natural...?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106780113945347799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106780113945347799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106780113945347799' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020813.post-106772722430942946</id><published>2003-11-01T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:15:00.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUDOHoje nao me falo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106772722430942946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6020813/posts/default/106772722430942946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhosnosolhos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772722430942946' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10619304520553888564</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></entry></feed>
