<?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-9381359</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:17:19.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia Indiscreta</title><subtitle type='html'>. porque tu sabes que eu vi .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-2589705343100459585</id><published>2007-06-30T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:11:35.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>Por que é que nos anúncios de escovas de dentes aparece sempre um dentista que para comprovar a maravilha da dita escova anunciada, escova um tomate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-2589705343100459585?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/2589705343100459585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=2589705343100459585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/2589705343100459585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/2589705343100459585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-5282748573365793228</id><published>2007-06-16T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:03:41.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo António</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma vez que estamos no mês dos santos populares (o que para muitos não representará mais do que uns feriados e umas pontes que tão bem calham, vinho tinto, sardinha assada, arraiais e marchas populares), resolvi &lt;em&gt;postar &lt;/em&gt;algo um pouco mais aprofundado sobre esta época festiva, mais especificamente sobre o Santo António. Não só por ser o santo padroeiro de Lisboa, mas também por estar relacionado com Pádua - cidade italiana, que tanto me cativou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comecemos com um pouco de história: Fernando Martim de Bulhões e Taveira Azevedo (mais tarde Santo António) nasceu em Lisboa em 15 de Agosto de 1195 e morreu em Pádua em 13 de Junho de 1231. Os primeiros oito anos da sua vida foram passados em Lisboa e Coimbra e inteiramente dedicados aos estudos, tendo ficado conhecido como "Arca do Testamento" entre os seus colegas devido à sua vasta cultura. Ao contactar com alguns fransciscanos que passaram por Coimbra, Fernando Azevedo ficou claramente impressionado com a sua postura e decidiu entrar para a Ordem Franciscana, adoptando o nome de António (em homenagem a Santo Antão). Partiu para Marrocos para pregar a Palavra, mas ao chegar a África adoeceu, o que o obrigou a regressar de imediato a Portugal. Porém, uma forte tempestade obrigou o barco onde seguia a dirigir-se para o Mediterrâneo, atracando na Sicília. Uma vez em Itália e já recuperado da doença que contraíra, Santo António decidiu viajar até Assis, onde conheceu São Francisco pessoalmente. De cidade em cidade, de pregação em pregação, Santo António chegou a Pádua onde converteu um grande número de pessoas. Fruto da sua dedicação aos pobres e humildes, Santo António foi eleito pelo povo como o "Santo protetor dos pobres". Aos 36 anos acabou por falecer, encontrando-se os seus restos na Basilica di Sant'Antonio, na cidade de Pádua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em termos de comemorações, as diferenças entre as culturas italiana e portuguesa são visíveis. Enquanto que em Lisboa temos as marchas, os arraiais, Alfama repleta de balões, arcos e manjericos, as sardinhas, as febras e o tinto na noite de dia 12...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076678717252185890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP8ZVyaLyI/AAAAAAAAADo/MpDtSJGSeec/s320/Marchas_2006_avenida_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP9j1yaL1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/opq6GY_SVgc/s1600-h/s340x255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076679997152440146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP9j1yaL1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/opq6GY_SVgc/s320/s340x255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076678712957218578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP8ZFyaLxI/AAAAAAAAADg/0JUYD1s5ZiM/s320/163114455_049bf4778f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ... em Pádua, os festejos são mais orientados para o aspecto religioso, envolvendo uma grande procissão* no dia 13, onde as crianças se vestem como o Santo e distribuem pão simbolicamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP9T1yaLzI/AAAAAAAAADw/haZRXKH4HH8/s1600-h/gervasio0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076679722274533170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP9T1yaLzI/AAAAAAAAADw/haZRXKH4HH8/s320/gervasio0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP9T1yaL0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_T7Zj5eXnLE/s1600-h/sant-antonio_14_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076679722274533186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP9T1yaL0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_T7Zj5eXnLE/s320/sant-antonio_14_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também há outros aspectos em que Itália e Portugal se diferenciam, nomeadamente no que diz respeito às respectivas igrejas construídas como homenagem ao Santo António. A Igreja do Santo, em Lisboa, de dimensões claramente inferiores à grande basílica italiana, foi alegadamente construída no local onde nasceu. Para os mais distraídos, é uma pequena igreja ao pé da Sé, no bairro de Alfama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076685464645807970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnQCiFyaL2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/l0EbOM8O4UM/s320/450px-Igreja_de_Santo_Ant%25C3%25B3nio_de_Lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em Pádua, a Basilica di Sant'Antonio foi construída um ano após a sua morte e é das mais visitadas do mundo. É aí que estão os seus restos mortais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076686658646716274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnQDnlyaL3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aSiXXsiv8rA/s320/padova.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar este &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;, não poderia deixar de fazer referência a um outro aspecto relacionado com o Santo António: a colecção de 728 "Santo Antónios" que o meu avô ofereceu à cidade de Portalegre (da qual o Santo também é padroeiro), onde viveu durante muitos anos e que se encontra no &lt;a href="http://www.cler.amna.pt/museus/MuseuMunicipalPortalegre.html"&gt;Museu Municipal&lt;/a&gt;. Porquê coleccionar estes Santos, em formas de estátuas e de quadros essencialmente? Diz-se que foi após o nascimento do meu pai, de nome António, que se dedicou a tal passatempo. Se algum dia estiverem pelo Alentejo, por que não visitar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Também em Lisboa tem lugar uma procissão durante o dia 13, muito menos movimentada do que a de Pádua. Muitos provavelmente nem saberão da sua existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-5282748573365793228?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/5282748573365793228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=5282748573365793228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/5282748573365793228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/5282748573365793228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/06/santo-antnio.html' title='Santo António'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RnP8ZVyaLyI/AAAAAAAAADo/MpDtSJGSeec/s72-c/Marchas_2006_avenida_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-8901204541931692197</id><published>2007-06-10T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:56:58.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad TV Parody</title><content type='html'>Encontrei este vídeo LINDO da Mad TV no YouTube :) ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0U38Nv3uXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0U38Nv3uXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-8901204541931692197?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/8901204541931692197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=8901204541931692197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8901204541931692197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8901204541931692197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/06/mad-tv-parody.html' title='Mad TV Parody'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-8032818891761821430</id><published>2007-06-02T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:03:48.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se non fosse perchè...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se non fosse perché i tuoi occhi hanno color di luna,&lt;br /&gt;di giorno con argilla, con lavoro, con fuoco,&lt;br /&gt;e tieni imprigionata l'agilità dell'aria,&lt;br /&gt;se non fosse perché sei una settimana d'ambra, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RmFoOZDPF6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/bWnbsZOr600/s1600-h/DSC03396.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se non fosse perché sei il momento giallo&lt;br /&gt;in cui l'autunno sale su pei rampicanti&lt;br /&gt;e anche sei il pane che la luna fragrante&lt;br /&gt;elabora passeggiando la sua farina pel cielo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, adorata, io non t'amerei!&lt;br /&gt;Nel tuo abbraccio io abbraccio ciò ch'esiste,&lt;br /&gt;l'arena, il tempo, l'albero della pioggia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tutto vive perché io viva:&lt;br /&gt;senz'andare sì lungi posso veder tutto:&lt;br /&gt;vedo nella tua vita tutto ciò che vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071450175265773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RmFpEJDPF7I/AAAAAAAAADY/yitdA7h090Y/s320/DSC03396.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Obrigada, Carla :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-8032818891761821430?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/8032818891761821430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=8032818891761821430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8032818891761821430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8032818891761821430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/06/se-non-fosse-perch.html' title='Se non fosse perchè...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RmFpEJDPF7I/AAAAAAAAADY/yitdA7h090Y/s72-c/DSC03396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-8758036160022763224</id><published>2007-05-26T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:03:49.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is the longing for repetition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rli5MNG9X-I/AAAAAAAAACw/SNUlcVsqFB8/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rli5MNG9X-I/AAAAAAAAACw/SNUlcVsqFB8/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069004999933911010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rli5MNG9X-I/AAAAAAAAACw/SNUlcVsqFB8/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rli5MNG9X-I/AAAAAAAAACw/SNUlcVsqFB8/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rli5MNG9X-I/AAAAAAAAACw/SNUlcVsqFB8/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could i'd stop time and i'd freeze you on the happiest moments of all and devoured all the pain that has been devouring you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-8758036160022763224?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/8758036160022763224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=8758036160022763224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8758036160022763224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8758036160022763224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/05/happiness-is-longing-for-repetition.html' title='Happiness is the longing for repetition.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rli5MNG9X-I/AAAAAAAAACw/SNUlcVsqFB8/s72-c/IMG_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-3430000418148506821</id><published>2007-05-13T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:01:11.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my plug in baby...</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente ando a ouvir Muse por tudo quanto é lado. Quanto mais oiço, mas vontade de ouvir tenho. E como tal tive de vir aqui meter um vídeo destes grandes senhores... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8RLlJhoOFI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8RLlJhoOFI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-3430000418148506821?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/3430000418148506821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=3430000418148506821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/3430000418148506821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/3430000418148506821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/05/starlight.html' title='Oh my plug in baby...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-2719712948474489933</id><published>2007-04-14T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:10:30.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas fotografias indiscretas de O Morto é só um Pretexto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRp3OLz_I/AAAAAAAAACI/WpLINt7n6JE/s1600-h/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053269299037982706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRp3OLz_I/AAAAAAAAACI/WpLINt7n6JE/s320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRqHOL0AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DJl5aE8T9zI/s1600-h/IMG_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053269303332950018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRqHOL0AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DJl5aE8T9zI/s320/IMG_0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRqXOL0BI/AAAAAAAAACY/VkYhjfY-sqI/s1600-h/IMG_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053269307627917330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRqXOL0BI/AAAAAAAAACY/VkYhjfY-sqI/s320/IMG_0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRqnOL0CI/AAAAAAAAACg/sa0bXZ3Ario/s1600-h/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053269311922884642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRqnOL0CI/AAAAAAAAACg/sa0bXZ3Ario/s320/IMG_0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRq3OL0DI/AAAAAAAAACo/vY4geJ0CLAg/s1600-h/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053269316217851954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRq3OL0DI/AAAAAAAAACo/vY4geJ0CLAg/s320/IMG_0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDQjnOLz-I/AAAAAAAAACA/mh7bMkuVnBY/s1600-h/BW+IMG_9707c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053268092152172514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDQjnOLz-I/AAAAAAAAACA/mh7bMkuVnBY/s320/BW+IMG_9707c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotografias de &lt;a href="http://aeternus.pt.to/"&gt;GMC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-2719712948474489933?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/2719712948474489933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=2719712948474489933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/2719712948474489933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/2719712948474489933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/04/algumas-fotografias-indiscretas-de-o.html' title='Algumas fotografias indiscretas de O Morto é só um Pretexto'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RiDRp3OLz_I/AAAAAAAAACI/WpLINt7n6JE/s72-c/IMG_0483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-1375079317236036281</id><published>2007-04-14T13:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:56:36.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem ao fascismo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Wn6gQfIEG4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-1375079317236036281?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1375079317236036281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=1375079317236036281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/1375079317236036281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/1375079317236036281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/04/homenagem-ao-fascismo.html' title='Homenagem ao fascismo...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-3719789855501205455</id><published>2007-04-02T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:35:55.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Morto é Só um Pretexto - Os bivalves andam aos pares e os tremoços são singulares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RhFaWgTp64I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WMIS3z19s6k/s1600-h/cartaz_media_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048915999935032194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RhFaWgTp64I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WMIS3z19s6k/s400/cartaz_media_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O MORTO É SÓ UM PRETEXTO - os bivalves andam aos pares e os tremoços são singulares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhamos no mundo do Arnaldo e abrem-se pequenas histórias do quotidiano banal de personagens irregulares. Ela vive enfiada em aquários a contar histórias alucinantes a peixinhos suicidas. Que se suicidam, portanto. Ele tem uma obsessão patética por papéis mal agrafados. Caminhos que se cruzam num espaço físico intemporal. Uma tarde num velório. Uma noite num bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nunca digas nunca, Catarina!&lt;br /&gt;- ... entre as pernas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é apenas um pretexto que irá unir, no futuro, o presente com o passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cena todas as 6ªF e Sábados às 21h30 e Domingos às 19h. De 30 de Março a 22 de Abril - na Aula Magna do ISCTE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-3719789855501205455?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/3719789855501205455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=3719789855501205455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/3719789855501205455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/3719789855501205455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-morto-s-um-pretexto.html' title='O Morto é Só um Pretexto - Os bivalves andam aos pares e os tremoços são singulares'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RhFaWgTp64I/AAAAAAAAAB4/WMIS3z19s6k/s72-c/cartaz_media_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-1156684996581253202</id><published>2007-02-25T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:25:59.215Z</updated><title type='text'>A brief history of the USA</title><content type='html'>Para quem não teve a oportunidade de ver o Bowling for Columbine (ou para quem quer recordar), aqui fica a história dos EUA como ela é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPBHtjZmSpw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPBHtjZmSpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-1156684996581253202?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1156684996581253202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=1156684996581253202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/1156684996581253202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/1156684996581253202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/02/histria-dos-eua.html' title='A brief history of the USA'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-651405171769237219</id><published>2007-02-20T13:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:56:47.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa notícia VS Má notícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boa notícia:&lt;/strong&gt; Alberto João Jardim demitiu-se do Governo Regional da Madeira;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Má notícia:&lt;/strong&gt; Alberto João Jardim vai recandidatar-se à presidência do Governo Regional da Madeira nas eleições antecipadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033609925404565666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rdr5jtWeoKI/AAAAAAAAABg/Dun11Dzrlts/s320/JardimDormir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da história:&lt;/strong&gt; Não consigo encontrar nenhuma moral. O facto de se demitir e voltar a candidatar-se só vem realçar o lado imaturo e infantil de alguém que andou a gastar o dinheiro todo proveniente do continente mal gasto e agora não sabe o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Como se estas palhaçadas fossem de algum modo alterar a lei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresça e apareça, senhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-651405171769237219?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/651405171769237219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=651405171769237219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/651405171769237219'/><link rel='self' 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idiot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/whhbPVrb5KM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/whhbPVrb5KM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-3947457901715758123?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/3947457901715758123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=3947457901715758123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/5538282750764111147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Assim Não, Professor Marcelo.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-210666612879421907</id><published>2007-02-11T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:21:31.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Pro-choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today in Portugal is taking place a countersignature. The government, for the 2nd time in 9 years, wants to know if the Portuguese agree with the law of the abortion that exists since 1983, or if it would be time to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what our law says about the abortion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article 139.º (Abortion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Who, for any means and without permission of the pregnant woman, makes her an abortion will be punished with arrestment from 2 to 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Who, for any means and with permission of the pregnant woman, make her an abortion, except on the cases foreseen on the following article [ie, violation, bad formation of the embryo or mother's health in danger], will be punished with arrestment up to 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Into the same penalty incurs the pregnant woman that, except on the cases foreseen on the following article, gives permission to the abortion made by third, or that, for proper cause or other, makes an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - If the abortion foreseen on the items 2 and 3 will be practised to prevent the social disapproval of the woman, or for reason that significantly decreases the guilt of the agent, the applicable penalty will not be longer than 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - When the abortion results on the death or serious injuries for the body or the physical or psychic health of the pregnant woman, if it was made on the terms of the previous pointed items or if the death or injuries were caused beacuse of the means used, and if the one that made the woman an abortion could have predicted the consequences of that behavior, the maximum of the applicable penalty to this will be increased in 1/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - The aggravation foreseen on the previous item is applicable to the person who usually dedicates hiself to the illicit practice of abortion or that practiced illicit abortion with lucrative intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what our law says. And now we are voting on:&lt;br /&gt;YES - the law should be changed because the woman who makes an abortion shouldn't be punished for doing it, and consequently we should create means and conditions to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO - the law shouldn't be changed and the woman who aborts should be punished for it, as well as those who help it, and we shouldn't create means nor conditions to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tottaly pro-choice.&lt;/strong&gt; And what surprises me is how some "No" appologists are using such stupid arguments that aren't even in cause. What is in cause here is to finish the punishment of the woman who aborts. &lt;strong&gt;Women in Portugal aren't even arrested nowadays&lt;/strong&gt; because they have aborted, that is, the law isn't being applied at a 100% (maybe because some of them just die...). What we want here is to change what is written and to give conditions to these women so that &lt;strong&gt;we can stop them from dying and from suffering huge injuries&lt;/strong&gt; beacause they have aborted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think it's very stupid that we don't even talk about Men. &lt;strong&gt;Where are the men?&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't the sperm came from them? Why is it that in our law only women should be punished as well as those who helped aborting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the "No" appologists, &lt;strong&gt;on an extremely ignorance, just say that women are killers&lt;/strong&gt; and murders, because it's a life there. (The same people that eat fish and meat. They are also lives, aren't they? Or are animals less lives just because they are "irrational". Isn't an embryon also irrational? Ok, maybe I shouldn't be melting these to subjects. So let's just move on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just made some &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; flyers with Virgin Mary crying tears of blood. The blood represented embryons dying. And they gave them to children at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If abortion is like hollocaust (like some portuguese No defenders said), then this flyer thing is a stupid "propoganda". Like Hitler's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abortion is a REALITY.&lt;/strong&gt; No one WANTS to do it. It causes psychic and physical problems and unless you are really sado-maso you would like to do it. But we've got to accept that it exists and create conditions to that reality!&lt;br /&gt;Shit always happens. The condom wasn't alright, the pilule didn't work out. And we don't have economic conditions to support a child. Or simply we DON'T WANT the child at that time. There is no other choice sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if someone will read this till the end, but I had to express my opinion somehow. It makes me sick to listen to people saying that abortion is crime, that it is killing lifes. Specially when it comes form people who have already aborted.&lt;br /&gt;Or from people who have money to abort in Spain, with real conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-210666612879421907?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/210666612879421907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=210666612879421907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/210666612879421907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/210666612879421907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/02/pro-choice.html' title='Pro-choice.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-1423291385152373359</id><published>2007-02-10T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:57:19.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Petra Magoni e Ferruccio Spinetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Para ouvir e relaxar numa tarde chuvosa, recostado no sofá com um chá de frutos vermelhos e umas pantufas quentinhas nos pés. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instrumentos: Uma voz feminina sedutora e um contra-baixo. Nada mais simples, aparentemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029871418926942754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rc2xZ_cHyiI/AAAAAAAAABU/xhFx4-P63sc/s320/Petra+Magoni.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para ouvir no site oficial de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petramagoni.com/indexhome.asp?lingua=ita"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Petra Magoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-1423291385152373359?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1423291385152373359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=1423291385152373359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/1423291385152373359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/1423291385152373359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/02/petra-magoni-e-ferruccio-spinetti.html' title='Petra Magoni e Ferruccio Spinetti'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Rc2xZ_cHyiI/AAAAAAAAABU/xhFx4-P63sc/s72-c/Petra+Magoni.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-8895717804512250081</id><published>2007-01-14T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:57:19.699Z</updated><title type='text'>último dia de 2006.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019868023006578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RaonXtqmRxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lg0sDc_FU4k/s400/DSC03033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RaooM9qmRyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nCMQUC4mUAQ/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019868937834612514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RaooM9qmRyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nCMQUC4mUAQ/s400/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019867082408740578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Raomg9qmRuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2ljklvINcd8/s400/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Raol6tqmRtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5dNkon0rgU/s1600-h/DSC03014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019866425278744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/Raol6tqmRtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p5dNkon0rgU/s400/DSC03014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Local: Praia do Barril - Tavira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-8895717804512250081?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/8895717804512250081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=8895717804512250081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8895717804512250081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/8895717804512250081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2007/01/ltimo-dia-de-2006.html' title='último dia de 2006.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/RaonXtqmRxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lg0sDc_FU4k/s72-c/DSC03033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-116022109570609079</id><published>2006-10-07T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:41:22.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pillowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/pillowman-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/pillowman-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/pillowman-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um escritor num regime totalitário é interrogado acerca do conteúdo grotesco dos seus contos e das suas semelhanças com uma série de homicídios infantis que estão a acontecer na sua cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pillowman é um conto teatral que analisa a natureza e o propósito da arte de contar uma história. É uma descrição maravilhosamente negra da necessidade das histórias nos fazerem sofrer, e de nos curar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num sítio onde a liberdade pessoal é virtualmente inexistente, quanto tempo pode um contador de histórias originais sobreviver antes das forças de controlo e de poder acabarem com ele? É sobre a responsabilidade de um artista pelo seu trabalho e da protecção do mesmo segundo as leis da liberdade de expressão. Pode um artista ser culpado pelos sentimentos que o seu trabalho provoca? E se alguém agir segundo esses sentimentos, quem é responsável afinal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O título da peça deriva de uma das histórias de Katurian, sobre um simpático e fofo personagem feito de almofadas, que encoraja crianças a suicidarem-se para não terem que viver vidas terríveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade de tornar acontecimentos violentíssimos em actos quase compreendidos por nós, faz deste texto uma peça psicologicamente muito complexa. Até que ponto é que as experiências primárias da nossa vida influenciam o processo criativo? As respostas, sempre inquietantes, ficam em aberto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teatromariamatos.egeac.pt/desktopdefault.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;http://teatromariamatos.egeac.pt/desktopdefault.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-116022109570609079?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/116022109570609079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=116022109570609079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/116022109570609079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/116022109570609079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/10/pillowman.html' title='The Pillowman'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-115036850136656740</id><published>2006-06-15T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:07:01.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/DSC01531.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/DSC01531.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver, gastos, como animais envelhecidos:&lt;br /&gt;se alguém chama por nós não respondemos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como frutos de sombra sem sabor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-115036850136656740?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/115036850136656740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=115036850136656740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/115036850136656740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/115036850136656740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/06/passamos-pelas-coisas-sem-as-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-115036811557339630</id><published>2006-06-15T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:41:55.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calou-se... e não disse nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/DSC01625.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/DSC01625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-115036811557339630?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/115036811557339630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=115036811557339630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/115036811557339630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/115036811557339630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/06/calou-se-e-no-disse-nada.html' title='Calou-se... e não disse nada.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-114822249815056590</id><published>2006-05-21T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:45:09.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/Frida-BrokenColumn.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/Frida-BrokenColumn.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bóiam farrapos de sombra&lt;br /&gt;Em torno ao que não sei ser.&lt;br /&gt;É todo um céu que se escombra&lt;br /&gt;Sem me o deixar entrever.&lt;br /&gt;O mistério das alturas&lt;br /&gt;Desfaz-se em ritmos sem forma&lt;br /&gt;Nas desregradas negruras&lt;br /&gt;Com que o ar se treva torna.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em tudo isto, que faz&lt;br /&gt;O universo um ser desfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Guardei, como a minha paz,&lt;br /&gt;A 'sp'rança, que a dor me traz,&lt;br /&gt;Apertada contra o peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They said I was a surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams, I painted my own reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Frida Kahlo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-114822249815056590?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/114822249815056590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=114822249815056590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114822249815056590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114822249815056590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/05/biam-farrapos-de-sombra-em-torno-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-114702687418438587</id><published>2006-05-07T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:43:27.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>miss brightside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/DSC00611.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/400/DSC00611.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/DSC00611.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because i can watch but i can not take part.&lt;br /&gt;because i may lay down but i'm not allowed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;because i try to hold on to but it keeps slipping away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-114702687418438587?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/114702687418438587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=114702687418438587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114702687418438587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114702687418438587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-brightside.html' title='miss brightside'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-114398177767757077</id><published>2006-04-02T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:42:57.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tira a mão do queixo, não penses mais nisso</title><content type='html'>O que lá vai já deu o que tinha a dar&lt;br /&gt;Quem ganhou, ganhou e usou-se disso&lt;br /&gt;Quem perdeu há-de ter mais cartas para dar&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto alguns fazem figura&lt;br /&gt;Outros sucumbem à batota&lt;br /&gt;Chega aonde tu quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Mas goza bem a tua rota&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai continuar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;A gente não vai parar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós pagamos por tudo o que usamos&lt;br /&gt;O sistema é antigo e não poupa ninguém, não&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos escravos do que precisamos&lt;br /&gt;Reduz as necessidades se queres passar bem&lt;br /&gt;Que a dependência é uma besta&lt;br /&gt;Que dá cabo do desejo&lt;br /&gt;E a liberdade é uma maluca&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe quanto vale um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai continuar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;A gente não vai parar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai continuar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver estrada para andar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;A gente não vai parar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver ventos e mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jorge Palma]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-114398177767757077?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/114398177767757077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=114398177767757077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114398177767757077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114398177767757077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/04/tira-mo-do-queixo-no-penses-mais-nisso.html' title='Tira a mão do queixo, não penses mais nisso'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-114182686112983383</id><published>2006-03-08T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:22:26.170Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just hope you're on a better place&lt;br /&gt;Where peace really exists&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts can fly like yellow birds&lt;br /&gt;And land wherever they wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that you can really see me&lt;br /&gt;And guide my way through the march&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's so hard to live with all this memories&lt;br /&gt;And no support from your arms&lt;br /&gt;Come and take me&lt;br /&gt;Come and take me&lt;br /&gt;Let me rest in your breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I will never wake up again&lt;br /&gt;and I just hope you're on a better place&lt;br /&gt;Where peace really exists&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts can fly like yellow birds&lt;br /&gt;And land wherever they wish&lt;br /&gt;Come and take me&lt;br /&gt;Come and take me&lt;br /&gt;Let me rest in your breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I will never wake up again and&lt;br /&gt;Forever be with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B.M. - &lt;em&gt;18 Strings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to M. on her Women's Day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-114182686112983383?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/114182686112983383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=114182686112983383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114182686112983383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114182686112983383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-114159269863661661</id><published>2006-03-05T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:12:15.576Z</updated><title type='text'>when the president talks to god</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/bush200ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/bush200ready.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are the conversations brief or long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he ask to rape our women’s' rights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And send poor farm kids off to die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does God suggest an oil hike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are the consonants all hard or soft?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he resolute all down the line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is every issue black or white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does what God say ever change his mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agree which convicts should be killed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where prisons should be built and filled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which voter fraud must be concealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder which one plays the better cop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what God recommends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they drink near beer and go play golf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While they pick which countries to invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which Muslim souls still can be saved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess god just calls a spade a spade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he ever think that maybe he's not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That that voice is just inside his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he kneels next to the presidential bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he ever smell his own bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bright Eyes &lt;em&gt;- when the president talks to god&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao procurar uma imagem para colocar junto com esta letra, deparei-me com esta preciosidade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.banderasnews.com/0510/nw-bushsgod.htm"&gt;http://www.banderasnews.com/0510/nw-bushsgod.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-114159269863661661?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-114159168786272186</id><published>2006-03-05T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:48:07.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Syriana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/syriana_240_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/400/syriana_240_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Corruption charges. Corruption? Corruption ain't nothing more than government intrusion into market efficiencies in the form of regulation. That's Milton Friedman. He got a goddamn Nobel Prize. We have laws against it precisely so we can get away with it. Corruption is our protection. Corruption is what keeps us safe and warm. Corruption is why you and I are here in the white-hot center of things instead of fighting each other for scraps of meat out there in the streets. Corruption... is why we win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme que mostra a dependência dos EUA pelo petróleo e o que estão dispostos a fazer para controlarem o Médio Oriente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-114159168786272186?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/114159168786272186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=114159168786272186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114159168786272186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/114159168786272186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sinal para eu sair. desligo o carro, abro a porta e ele diz-me, sorrindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dizem que os marrecos dão sorte. bom, eu apesar de tudo não sou marreco... mas desejo-lhe muita sorte e um resto de um bom dia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113976614265942828?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113976614265942828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113976614265942828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113976614265942828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/DSC00775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a gap in between&lt;br /&gt;there's a gap where we meet&lt;br /&gt;where i end and you begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry for us&lt;br /&gt;the dinosaurs roam the earth&lt;br /&gt;the sky turns green&lt;br /&gt;where i end and you begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;i am up in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;and i can't and i can't come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can watch but not take part&lt;br /&gt;where i end and where you start&lt;br /&gt;where you, you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;you left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X' will mark the place&lt;br /&gt;like parting the waves&lt;br /&gt;like a house falling in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will eat you all alive&lt;br /&gt;i will eat you all alive&lt;br /&gt;i will eat you all alive&lt;br /&gt;i will eat you all alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no more lies&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no more lies&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no more lies&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no more lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Radiohead - &lt;em&gt;Where i end and you begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113975631405969548?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113975631405969548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113975631405969548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113975631405969548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/f_l_y_by_Malicka.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/f_l_y_by_Malicka.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amo in te l'impossibile, ma non la disperazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adiò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113880280112407496?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113880280112407496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113880280112407496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113880280112407496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113880280112407496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113780359712320222</id><published>2006-01-20T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:50:43.943Z</updated><title type='text'>enquanto houver estrada para andar</title><content type='html'>S - repara, a tua liberdade acaba onde acaba o teu corpo. estás limitado por este bocado de carne que te faz arrastar pelas ruas! não consegues compreender isso?&lt;br /&gt;H - ainda assim, há tanta coisa que podes fazer com esta carninha...&lt;br /&gt;S - estou a falar a sério...&lt;br /&gt;H - eu sei. e eu também. só te estava a tentar animar, a tentar mostrar-te um lado positivo.&lt;br /&gt;S - já viste bem... a quantidade ainda maior de coisas que tu poderias fazer se não tivesses um corpo, uma forma?&lt;br /&gt;H - ... ou pelo menos que fosse uma forma com mais elastecidade, para não causar danos maiores...&lt;br /&gt;S - só queria poder sentir que fiz tudo aquilo que tive vontade de fazer, e que não posso. neste momento sinto-me vazia, parece que me falta preencher cada poro do meu corpo. e as únicas coisas que vejo à minha volta para o fazer, não passam de futilidades. coisas vazias, sem significado, que aparentam durante um certo tempo sarar feridas que não têm cura. apenas as cobrem. e é tão fácil elas ficarem descobertas novamente...&lt;br /&gt;H - o que é que mais gostavas de fazer e não podes, ou achas que não podes por estares limitada pela "carninha"?&lt;br /&gt;S - gostava de voar.&lt;br /&gt;H - livre como um pássaro...&lt;br /&gt;S - os pássaros não são livres, também eles têm um corpo. gostava de voar como um pensamento. gostava de compreender tudo. gostava de abraçar aquelas pessoas. aquelas que eu adoro e que não consigo alcançar. abraçar no sentido metafórico, obviamente, porque não teria braços para o fazer. gostava de mostrar que eu estava ali ao lado delas... gostava de poder acordar todos os dias num sítio diferente, e de poder voltar sempre que assim o entendesse. gostava de não estar presa. gostava... gostava... gostava de ser eu.&lt;br /&gt;anda daí. vem voar comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113780359712320222?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113776374265814218</id><published>2006-01-20T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:58:07.126Z</updated><title type='text'>não penses mais nisso</title><content type='html'>- desculpe... é aqui que fazem operações para trocar corações humanos por corações de animais?&lt;br /&gt;- é sim... em que posso ajudá-la?&lt;br /&gt;- bom... eu queria trocar o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;- hum hum. Sente-se, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;- obrigada...&lt;br /&gt;- diga-me, dona...&lt;br /&gt;- marta.&lt;br /&gt;- dona mart....&lt;br /&gt;- marta. Apenas marta.&lt;br /&gt;- marta. Diga-me, por que motivo o quer fazer?&lt;br /&gt;- bom... eu tenho sofrido demais com este coração com que nasci. Sinto demasiado, sabe? E isso causa-me um grande desconforto, uma grande angústia... uma grande dor. Torna-se insuportável, por vezes. E eu não quero mais sofrer. Quero perder a minha sensibilidade. Quero tornar-me fria e amarga. Quero poder passar por um sem-abrigo faminto e prosseguir, sem pensar, sem parar... olhá-lo nos olhos sem sentir a dor que o consome. Quero deixar de sonhar para não cair. Quero passar pela vida, e não vivê-la. Já vivi demais e consequentemente já sofri demais...&lt;br /&gt;- mas... então acha que se trocar o seu coração pelo coração de um animal irracional, que deixará de sofrer? Acha que o Homem é o único animal que sente e que sofre?&lt;br /&gt;- não, claro que não...&lt;br /&gt;- então... não estou a perceber. Quer trocar o seu coração pelo de um animal para assim deixar de sofrer, mas ao mesmo tempo sabe que os animais também sofrem...&lt;br /&gt;- sim... menos um. Há um animal em particular que não sofre.&lt;br /&gt;- hum... curioso... qual é esse animal?&lt;br /&gt;- o Dr. devia saber melhor que eu...&lt;br /&gt;- hum... marta?&lt;br /&gt;- diga...&lt;br /&gt;- o animal...&lt;br /&gt;- não sabe?&lt;br /&gt;- é esse?&lt;br /&gt;- esse qual?&lt;br /&gt;- a marta.&lt;br /&gt;- ah! Não o estava a perceber. Não, Dr. Claro que não é a marta!&lt;br /&gt;- bom, confesso que estou um pouco baralhado. Não estou a ver qual seja esse animal...&lt;br /&gt;- a Barata.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- quero trocar o meu coração pelo coração de uma barata. Sempre ouvi dizer "aquela pessoa tem mesmo coração de barata!!" quando se referia a alguém insensível. É por isso que aqui estou. É por isso que quero trocar o meu coração pelo coração de uma barata.&lt;br /&gt;- desculpe discordar, mas... costuma dizer-se "sangue de barata" e não "coração de barata"... e além disso as baratas nem têm coração!&lt;br /&gt;- melhor. É mesmo isso que eu quero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113776374265814218?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113776374265814218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113776374265814218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113776374265814218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113776374265814218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-penses-mais-nisso.html' title='não penses mais nisso'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113751620927891467</id><published>2006-01-17T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:51:57.013Z</updated><title type='text'>ando cinematográfica... #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/eternalsunshine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/eternalsunshine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/400/eternalsunshine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{In the house on the beach}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: I really need to go. I should catch my ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: So go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: I did! I walked out the door! I was too nervous. I thought maybe you were a nut. But you were exciting. I felt like... I was scared like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: You were scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah... I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: Was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, you said "so go". Said it with such disdain, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: I wish you had stayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: I wish I had stayed, too! I swear to god, I wish I had stayed! I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish... I wish I had stayed... [walking out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: Joely? What if you stayed this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;: I walked out the door... there's no memory left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clementine&lt;/strong&gt;: Come back and make up a goodbye at least! Pretend we had one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the world forgetting, by the world forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eternal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alexander Pope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eloisa to Abelard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113751620927891467?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113751620927891467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113751620927891467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113751620927891467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113751620927891467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/01/ando-cinematogrfica-2.html' title='ando cinematográfica... #2'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113749556844661868</id><published>2006-01-17T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:54:05.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Soares VS Cavaco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/dest_DebateSoaresCavaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/dest_DebateSoaresCavaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soares diz&lt;/strong&gt;: MP3, não há duas sem três!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cavaco responde&lt;/strong&gt;: Soares diz que pode dar MP3. iPod?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim se dá o choque tecnológico de que Sócrates falava...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113749556844661868?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113749556844661868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113749556844661868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113749556844661868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113749556844661868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/01/soares-vs-cavaco.html' title='Soares VS Cavaco'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113749536475152713</id><published>2006-01-17T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:47:03.546Z</updated><title type='text'>ando cinematográfica... #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is all a matter of timming. It's no good meeting the right person too soon or too late.&lt;br /&gt;If I'd live in another time or place... my story might have had a very different ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;2046&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113749536475152713?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113749536475152713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113749536475152713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113749536475152713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113749536475152713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2006/01/ando-cinematogrfica-1.html' title='ando cinematográfica... #1'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113542397766069499</id><published>2005-12-24T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:32:57.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho ho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/votodeboasfestas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/votodeboasfestas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113542397766069499?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113542397766069499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113542397766069499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113542397766069499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113542397766069499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho ho ho...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113525292000612605</id><published>2005-12-22T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:02:00.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre presente nos momentos difíceis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/ImageProcessor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/ImageProcessor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim. E é esse mesmo o problema...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113525292000612605?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113525292000612605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113525292000612605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113525292000612605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113525292000612605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/12/sempre-presente-nos-momentos-difceis.html' title='Sempre presente nos momentos difíceis'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113424223280071021</id><published>2005-12-10T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:54:50.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Take a break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/calcada-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/200/calcada-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho pela típica calçada portuguesa que me leva a lugar nenhum (ou pelo menos a um lugar diferente). Por vezes entorto os pés porque ainda não me habituei aos saltos altos. Tento disfarçar o meu &lt;em&gt;handicap&lt;/em&gt; num sorriso e num movimento solene no qual levo a minha mão ao bolso do casaco como se procurasse alguma coisa. Um café rápido, perto de um mundo imaginário de filmes que me preenchem e dos quais gostaria de fazer parte. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;metaphor for a missing moment, pull me into your perfect circle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pego num que há muito quero comprar mas que ainda não tive corgem. Como seria se fossemos personagens de um filme, onde tudo caba sempre bem por mais dramas que sucedam? Ao fim de 45mins a olhar para o grande ecrã já sabemos de antemão que as personagens principais ficam juntas, que o pai afinal não morreu como todos pensam, que o irmão raptado aparece e está de perfeita saúde e todos vilões serão castigados como merecem. É tão simples... é tudo preto no branco. É a crença no mundo justo onde os bons são recompensados e os maus castigados. Com direito a banda sonora. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you, she tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio, sonho e volto à calçada e a entortar os pés e à realidade que me alegra e ao mesmo tempo me atormenta e me alimenta de sonhos e me destrói e me enche de desejos e de vontade de continuar e de mudar e de caminhar e de parar e de sorrir e de sonhar. Também com banda sonora. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you at the bitter end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113424223280071021?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113424223280071021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113424223280071021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113424223280071021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113424223280071021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-break.html' title='Take a break.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113361635334397514</id><published>2005-12-03T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:08:36.660Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/IMAG0024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/IMAG0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/IMAG0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/rain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;You made me forget myself.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Someone good...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lou Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113361635334397514?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113361635334397514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113361635334397514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113361635334397514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113361635334397514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113114435565193526</id><published>2005-11-04T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:45:55.670Z</updated><title type='text'>George W. Bush's Intelligence Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting England, George W. Bush is invited to tea with the Queen. He asks her what her leadership philosophy is. She says that it is to surround herself with intelligent people. He asks how she knows if they're intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;"I do so by asking them the right questions," says the Queen. "Allow me to demonstrate."&lt;br /&gt;She phones Tony Blair and says, "Mr. Prime Minister. Please answer this question: Your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Tony Blair responds, "It's me, ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;"Correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir," says the Queen. She hangs up and says, "Did you get that, Mr. Bush?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am. Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!"&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to Washington, he decides he'd better put the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to the test. He summons Jesse Helms to the White House and says, "Senator Helms, I wonder if you can answer a question for me."&lt;br /&gt;"Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Helms hems and haws and finally asks, "Can I think about it and get back to you?" Bush agrees, and Helms leaves. He immediately calls a meeting of other senior senators, and they puzzle over the question for several hours, but nobody can come up with an answer. Finally, in desperation, Helms calls Colin Powell at the State Department and explains his problem.&lt;br /&gt;"Now look here Colin Powell, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother, or your sister. Who is it?" Powell answers immediately, "It's me, of course, you dumb ass."&lt;br /&gt;Much relieved, Helms rushes back to the White House and exclaims, "I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! It's Colin Powell!" And Bush replies in disgust, "Wrong, you dumb ass, It's Tony Blair!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113114435565193526?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113114435565193526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113114435565193526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113114435565193526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113114435565193526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/11/george-w-bushs-intelligence-quiz.html' title='George W. Bush&apos;s Intelligence Quiz'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-113087673410581707</id><published>2005-11-01T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:39:51.680Z</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/antony1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/200/antony1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In spring of youth it was my lot&lt;br /&gt;To haunt of the wide world a spot&lt;br /&gt;The which I could not love the less-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So lovely was the loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,&lt;br /&gt;And the tall pines that towered around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the Night had thrown her pall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon that spot, as upon all,&lt;br /&gt;And the mystic wind went by&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring in melody-&lt;br /&gt;Then–ah then I would awake&lt;br /&gt;To the terror of the lone lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that terror was not fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But a tremulous delight-&lt;br /&gt;A feeling not the jewelled mine&lt;br /&gt;Could teach or bribe me to define-&lt;br /&gt;Nor Love–although the Love were thine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death was in that poisonous wave,&lt;br /&gt;And in its gulf a fitting grave&lt;br /&gt;For him who thence could solace bring&lt;br /&gt;To his lone imagining-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose solitary soul could make&lt;br /&gt;An Eden of that dim lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe // &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Antony and the Johnsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight it's just the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-113087673410581707?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/113087673410581707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=113087673410581707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113087673410581707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/113087673410581707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/11/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112877129095866592</id><published>2005-10-08T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:24:10.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como se vota</title><content type='html'>Encontrei esta informação útil no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portal do Cidadão. &lt;/span&gt;Só falta mesmo aconselharem se devemos votar Branco ou Nulo, porque (e falo por mim) não sei qual das duas opções permite meter menos políticos, e com mais eficácia, no poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; Nos dias de eleição entre as 8:00h e as 19:00h estão abertas as Assembleias de Voto; &lt;li&gt;Os eleitores devem munir-se de: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bilhete de Identidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; (ou, se não tiver, outro documento com fotografia actualizada e que seja utilizado para identificação p.ex. passaporte, carta de condução, etc.). Título de residência válido, no caso dos estrangeiros, nas eleições em que votem; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cartão de Eleitor&lt;/strong&gt;. Se não tiver cartão de eleitor peça uma 2ª via na Comissão Recenseadora. Se só der pela sua falta no dia da eleição vá à Junta de Freguesia (que está aberta) e informe-se sobre o seu número de eleitor, caso não o saiba de cor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na Assembleia de Voto: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Apresente os elementos de identificação; &lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;O Presidente da mesa entregar-lhe-á o Boletim de Voto; &lt;li&gt;Dirija-se depois à Câmara de Voto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na Câmara de Voto: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Preencha com uma CRUZ (X) o quadrado que está à frente da lista ou candidato em que deseja votar; &lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Não escreva mais nada no Boletim de Voto; &lt;li&gt;Se estragar o boletim de voto devolva-o e peça outro ao presidente da mesa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ainda na Câmara de Voto: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dobre o Boletim em quatro com a parte impressa voltada para dentro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;De seguida dirija-se à mesa e entregue o boletim dobrado ao presidente da mesa. Enquanto o Presidente introduz o Boletim na urna, os escrutinadores descarregam o voto nos Cadernos Eleitorais. &lt;li&gt;Em seguida abandone a secção de voto e lembre-se que: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Até à distância de 500 metros não pode revelar em quem votou.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; (Gosto particularmente desta nota final)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112877129095866592?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112877129095866592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112877129095866592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112877129095866592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112877129095866592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/10/como-se-vota.html' title='Como se vota'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112859606755182693</id><published>2005-10-06T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:19:03.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Edukadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/os%20edukadores.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/os%20edukadores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/os%20edukadores.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Uma pessoa com menos 30 anos que não tenha ideais, não tem coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma pessoa com mais de 30 anos que tenha ideais, não tem cérebro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Entrevista a&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hans Weingartner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(realização, produção e argumento) - Atlanta Filmes&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#a50821;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESISTÊNCIA            POÉTICA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Jan e Peter são "Os Edukadores": entram em casa de            pessoas ricas e rearrumam os bens dos abastados donos. Nunca roubam            nada, ninguém fica magoado. No entanto, o que fazem é            um ataque às vidas de outras pessoas. Provocam caos. Mas é            um caos com sentido. "Edukar" é uma forma com humor            de se vingar dos ricos. Jan e Peter são activistas políticos.            E estão a criar uma forma de resistência poética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#a50821;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOVENS            REVOLTADOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Quando tinha 20 anos era igual a eles. Era um jovem revoltado, que gostava            de gritar "Revolução!", "Mudar o Mundo!".            Não lutávamos por algo em específico, achávamos            que todo o sistema estava errado. Todos os meus amigos pensavam da mesma            forma, mas nenhum de nós encontrou um grupo político em            que nos encaixássemos. Não queríamos ser disciplinados.            Tal como Jule queríamos ser livres! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#a50821;"&gt;Durante            esta altura, vivia numa casa ocupada em Berlim. Um dia, centenas de            polícias invadiram a casa e atiraram as minhas coisas pela janela.            Trataram-nos como criminosos perigosos. Destruíram o edifício            todo. Foi uma experiência traumática. Quando recuperei,            prometi a mim mesmo que iria incorporar a política num filme.            Sempre gostei de cinema com consciência social. Gosto de Michael            Moore, Mike Leigh e Costa Gavras.&lt;br /&gt;          OS EDUKADORES é um filme sobre a possibilidade de mudança            política, mas não posso dar respostas claras para os problemas            porque não há respostas fáceis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#a50821;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A            SOCIEDADE OPULENTA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          A minha vida mudou desde então, mas continuo a partilhar os mesmos            ideais das minhas personagens - Jan, Peter e Jule. Acho que já            ninguém pára para olhar o mundo de forma crítica.            Ninguém diz: "Acordem! Isto é perverso! Vamos parar            isto!".&lt;br /&gt;          Apenas 10% da população mundial goza da riqueza produzida,            enquanto os restantes 90% vive na pobreza e fome.&lt;br /&gt;          No entanto, há suficiente trigo no mundo para providenciar 2000            calorias por dia para cada habitante da Terra. O problema é que            o trigo não é bem redistribuído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90% do mundo está            a morrer à fome enquanto 10% faz dietas. Podíamos viver            no paraíso mas a maioria das pessoas vive na merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#a50821;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PESSOAS            E NÃO LUCROS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Espero que OS EDUKADORES abra mentalidades, de forma a que as pessoas            percebam o que as multinacionais estão a fazer. Estão            a construir um sistema económico em que as pessoas não            significam nada e o dinheiro é tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#a50821;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;A GERAÇÃO DE 1968&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Queria também que os jovens pensassem nos mais velhos. Não            desrespeito a geração de 68. Eles liberalizaram a sociedade            e introduziram imensas medidas e reformas. Mas os rebeldes de ontem            tornaram-se os conservadores de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;          Hardenberg, o empresário de cinquenta anos do filme, é            um exemplo de um antigo radical. Ele acabou por se tornar numa pessoa            como aquelas contra quem ele lutava. E acho que isso acontece frequentemente.            As vidas das pessoas mudam muito. Orientam as suas energias para outros            objectivos, muitas vezes objectivos muito mais egoístas. Têm            mais responsabilidades e tornam-se pessoas diferentes. Não rejeitam            as suas antigas convicções, renegam-nas sem sequer se            aperceberem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112859606755182693?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112859606755182693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112859606755182693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112859606755182693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112859606755182693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/10/os-edukadores.html' title='Os Edukadores'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112841970673048699</id><published>2005-10-04T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:56:47.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/eclipse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os eclipses totais do Sol dão-se devido à proximidade das dimensões angulares que a Lua e o Sol apresentam aos observadores na Terra, e que são da ordem de 30 minutos de arco (meio grau). É isso que permite que a Lua oculte totalmente o Sol. No entanto, como a órbita da Lua é elíptica, pode acontecer que um alinhamento dos três corpos se dê numa ocasião em que o astro se encontre no ponto mais afastado da sua órbita (apogeu) ou nas suas proximidades. Nesse caso, sendo o tamanho angular da Lua ligeiramente menor, não chega a ocultar totalmente o Sol, e dá-se então um eclipse anular, como o que terá lugar no dia 3 de Outubro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OAL-UL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto. Em 2028 há mais, portanto guardem os óculos bem guardadinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112841970673048699?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112841970673048699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112841970673048699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112841970673048699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112841970673048699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/10/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112824895970380255</id><published>2005-10-02T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:29:19.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is on the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/457%20-%20Kr%3F%3Fller-M%3F%3Fller%20National%20Museum1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/457%20-%20Kr%3F%3Fller-M%3F%3Fller%20National%20Museum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kröller-Müller National Museum&lt;/span&gt;, Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112824895970380255?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112824895970380255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112824895970380255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112824895970380255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112824895970380255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/10/heaven-is-on-way.html' title='Heaven is on the way'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112816851959054939</id><published>2005-10-01T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:08:39.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dê Sangue" - quem?</title><content type='html'>Há uma coisa que sempre me intrigou relativamente ao IPS, e que há uns dias surgiu em conversa com uns amigos. Afinal, por que é que os homossexuais do sexo masculino não podem dar sangue? Tenho poucos ou nenhuns conhecimentos de medicina, mas julgava que o VIH (e outras DST's) podiam ser transmitidas de várias maneiras além do sexo anal, imaginem vocês a minha ingenuidade, e até julgava que podia atingir também heterosseuxais, bisseuxais, retrossexuais, metrossexuais e outros tantos sexuais! Bom, mas parece que estou enganada, afinal quem está à frente do IPS deve saber melhor que eu, uma perfeita leiga na matéria.&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra coisa que eu desconhecia é que as mulheres que já tenham praticado sexo anal também estão sujeitas a não poderem serem dadoras. Nessa tal conversa de amigos, uma amiga minha referiu que lhe perguntaram pela seguinte ordem: "Usa o preservativo em todas as relações sexuais?" e logo depois "Já praticou sexo anal?". Não sei não, mas acho que quem estipula os critérios para ser dador de sangue deve ter muita coisa recalcada. É uma pena é que depois venham dizer que não há sangue nos hospitais e que o povo português não colabora...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112816851959054939?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112816851959054939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112816851959054939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112816851959054939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112816851959054939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/10/d-sangue-quem.html' title='&quot;Dê Sangue&quot; - quem?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112810529302619606</id><published>2005-09-30T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:30:30.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte pela arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/495%20-%20Oosterdokskade%20-%20resized4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/495%20-%20Oosterdokskade%20-%20resized3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you agree?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Stedelijkmuseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112810529302619606?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112810529302619606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112810529302619606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112810529302619606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112810529302619606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/09/arte-pela-arte.html' title='A arte pela arte'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112664241250296181</id><published>2005-09-13T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:15:33.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai, a língua portuguesa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;Entrei no site da portugalmail ainda há pouco para consultar o meu e-mail e deparei-me com a seguinte frase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entre 1 de Janeiro e 11 de Setembro já morreram 753 pessoas nas estradas portuguesas, o que representa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;uma quebra de 37 mortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt; em comparação com o mesmo período de 2004."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguém aqui que não prima, ou pela sensibilidade, ou pelas aptidões linguísticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112664241250296181?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112664241250296181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112664241250296181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112664241250296181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112664241250296181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/09/ai-lngua-portuguesa.html' title='Ai, a língua portuguesa...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112282214818748845</id><published>2005-07-31T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:34:40.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A cara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/IMAG0027-r1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/IMAG0027-r1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele há coisas giras na Natureza. Ele há coisas mesmo engraçadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112282214818748845?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112282214818748845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112282214818748845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112282214818748845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112282214818748845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/07/cara.html' title='A cara'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112185346888887668</id><published>2005-07-20T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:57:48.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há água em Marte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/1600/icecrater_marsexpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5823/680/320/icecrater_marsexpress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in  &lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html"&gt;http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sim, ando a imitar o blog do &lt;a href="http://abrupto.blogspot.com"&gt;Pacheco Pereira&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112185346888887668?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112185346888887668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112185346888887668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112185346888887668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112185346888887668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/07/h-gua-em-marte.html' title='Há água em Marte!'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112101853908025462</id><published>2005-07-10T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:05:27.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre o "Arrastão"...</title><content type='html'>Para aqueles que continuam a acreditar em &lt;a href="http://bloco.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1417&amp;amp;Itemid=95"&gt;Arrastões.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112101853908025462?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112101853908025462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112101853908025462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112101853908025462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112101853908025462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/07/ainda-sobre-o-arrasto.html' title='Ainda sobre o &quot;Arrastão&quot;...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-112040092807036458</id><published>2005-07-03T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:31:16.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If only sky is the limit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... then let me hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/joguincho-2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;{No escape in gravity!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photograph: &lt;a href="http://aliendreams.com.sapo.pt"&gt;Aliendreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-112040092807036458?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/112040092807036458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=112040092807036458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112040092807036458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/112040092807036458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-only-sky-is-limit.html' title='If only sky is the limit...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111970862947697316</id><published>2005-06-25T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:10:29.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É o sabor do caminho que torna a viagem evidente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os grandes sonhos, antes de o serem, não passavam de pequenos desejos de mudar alguma coisa em nós mesmos, surgindo numa noite em que não conseguíamos dormir. Pensávamos que eram momentâneos, que no dia seguinte estariam junto aos ácaros da almofada e voltariamos à rotina. Mas ups...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que são quatro irmãos, e que vivem refundidos por entre arbustos e pessegueiros para esconderem o passar dos anos estampado nas suas caras e no toque das suas mãos. Mas hoje seguem para oeste. São cavaleiros. Levam nos seus olhos os seus pequenos desejos de mudança, que um dia decidiram procurar incessantemente por entre a esponja das suas almofadas. Apenas a irmã mais nova não encontrou os seus (provavelmente foram comidos por algum ácaro mais gastricamente insatisfeito). Revoltou-se (consigo mesma e com os ácaros) e desfez-se da sua almofada e de todos esses desejos perdidos. Hoje ardem lentamente, numa velha caixa de cartão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos ela soubesse que as estrelas se podem apagar, tal como se podem apagar umas pegadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/co-guincho-2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111970862947697316?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111970862947697316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111970862947697316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111970862947697316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111970862947697316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-sabor-do-caminho-que-torna-viagem.html' title='É o sabor do caminho que torna a viagem evidente.'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111960304817051786</id><published>2005-06-24T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:50:48.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all so blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's something about the colour blue. The one you keep on the smell of your hair and on the taste of the full moon on your skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/SoufflesdeSCHIELE1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(E. Schiele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debaixo dos caracóis dos seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Uma história pra contar&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo tão distante&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111960304817051786?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111960304817051786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111960304817051786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111960304817051786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111960304817051786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-all-so-blue.html' title='It&apos;s all so blue'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111919229035092899</id><published>2005-06-19T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:53:56.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wake me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- I'm attatched to such a sweet scene...&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so sweet, too sweet, too sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning again. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feed the cat. Make more tea - not black. Put some music on.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in here. Between my hands. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in between these walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px; height: 324px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/SoufflesdeSCHIELE2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(E. Schiele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew the world today, it's surrounded by your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111919229035092899?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111919229035092899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111919229035092899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111919229035092899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111919229035092899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-wake-me.html' title='Don&apos;t wake me'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111911001707059801</id><published>2005-06-18T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:10:12.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrastão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Três queixas, três apenas, eis ao que os noticiários de 5ª feira passada resumiam o &lt;/em&gt;arrastão&lt;em&gt; de 6ª anterior, na praia de Carcavelos. E, segundo dados da Polícia, essas três únicas queixas de roubo não se referiam concretamente a casos passados na própria praia, no local do dito &lt;/em&gt;arrastão&lt;em&gt;, mas sim num Carcavelos mais genérico, que incluía a Estação de Comboios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este é o primeiro parágrafo de uma notícia que vem hoje no jornal &lt;em&gt;Expresso&lt;/em&gt;, num artigo de Pedro d'Anunciação. Neste artigo, o jornalista acrescenta que a sua filha, presente na praia de Carcavelos no dia 10 de Junho, presenciou tudo o que se passou e este "tudo" resume-se a "nada". Basicamente, um grupo de jovens negros entrou na praia a dançar e a cantar de forma exuberante. Algumas pessoas começaram a entrar em pânico (ameaçadas pela &lt;em&gt;homogeneidade étnica tão diferente&lt;/em&gt;) e chamaram a polícia. Meia dúzia de polícias chegou em pouco tempo e ao ver a "agitação" resolve chamar reforços. E assim, já em número considerável, resolvem pôr termo ao "bailarico" começando então o reboliço e a correria pela praia (onde uma senhora se feriu numa garrafa partida que ali estava, e NÃO FOI AGREDIDA com uma garrafa, como relataram na televisão). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E foi esta a história que os &lt;em&gt;media&lt;/em&gt; alteraram da forma que mais lhes convinha para aumentar as audiências, acrescentando não um, mas vários pontos. Entrevistaram pessoas que já tinham algumas hostilidades raciais (não vi uma única entrevista na televisão a alguém que não revelasse alguma forma de racismo, explícito ou subtil), provocaram o pânico na população, contribuíram para a realização da manifestação que hoje se realizou de teor altamente xenófebo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivemos numa cultura mediática onde o apelo ao medo é a palavra de ordem. As consequências não têm sido insignificantes noutros países (nomeadmente nos EUA), e Portugal vai estando no mesmo caminho. Será que estas pessoas não têm escrúpulos? Não têm ética? Não medem as consequências do estão a fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comentários a este post (tal como a todos os outros) são bem-vindos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/n0deal_WOMD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111911001707059801?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111911001707059801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111911001707059801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111911001707059801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111911001707059801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/06/arrasto.html' title='Arrastão?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111867739460968243</id><published>2005-06-13T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:08:49.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Amoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 390px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/Amoras3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu país sabe a amoras bravas&lt;br /&gt;no verão.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ignora que não é grande,&lt;br /&gt;nem inteligente, nem elegante o meu país,&lt;br /&gt;mas tem esta voz doce&lt;br /&gt;de quem acorda cedo para cantar nas silvas.&lt;br /&gt;Raramente falei do meu país, talvez&lt;br /&gt;nem goste dele, mas quando um amigo&lt;br /&gt;me traz amoras bravas&lt;br /&gt;os seus muros parecem-me brancos,&lt;br /&gt;reparo que também no meu país o céu é azul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;(1923-2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Uma vez Amora, sempre Amora!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111867739460968243?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111867739460968243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111867739460968243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111867739460968243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111867739460968243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-amoras.html' title='As Amoras'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111867122856197876</id><published>2005-06-13T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:11:56.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The aeroplane flies high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;(Turns left, looks right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 419px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/ItaliaFev.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Same blog name, but new ideas. Let's see where this plane is leading me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Black wings carry me so high&lt;br /&gt;up to meet you in the sky&lt;br /&gt;i'm disconnected by your smile&lt;br /&gt;disconnect a million miles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111867122856197876?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111867122856197876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111867122856197876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111867122856197876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111867122856197876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/06/aeroplane-flies-high.html' title='The aeroplane flies high'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111564167977524452</id><published>2005-05-09T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:29:31.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo que nos pariu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pics-14.hi5.com/userpics/614/327/32707614.img.jpg"&gt;O tempo que nos pariu!!!&lt;/a&gt; já estreou na Aula Magna do ISCTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinopse: Duas historias invulgares vividas pela mesma personagem a qual, em espaços temporais diferentes, assume posturas antagónicas determinadas pelo seu passado. Um rumo de vida aparte, acompanhado por esquizofrenia, medo, delírios, dor e paixão. Uma história intensa, sempre na linha absurda característica do mISCuTEm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A não perder!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111564167977524452?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111564167977524452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111564167977524452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111564167977524452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111564167977524452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-tempo-que-nos-pariu.html' title='O tempo que nos pariu!!!'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111203500108576593</id><published>2005-03-28T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:59:47.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She desires to be touched by dreams of beauty and infinit. She says those dreams may free her of pain and opression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do when those beauty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; are too melted with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sim, me leva para sempre, Beatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Para sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ai, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chico Buarque / Edu Lobo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111203500108576593?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111203500108576593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111203500108576593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111203500108576593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111203500108576593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/03/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111144588513311661</id><published>2005-03-21T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:58:05.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Cântico Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem por aqui &lt;/span&gt;- dizem-me alguns com olhos doces,&lt;br /&gt;Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros&lt;br /&gt;De que seria bom se eu os ouvisse&lt;br /&gt;Quando me dizem: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vem por aqui&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,&lt;br /&gt;(Há, nos olhos meus, ironias e cansaços)&lt;br /&gt;E cruzo os braços,&lt;br /&gt;E nunca vou por ali...&lt;br /&gt;A minha glória é esta:&lt;br /&gt;Criar desumanidades!&lt;br /&gt;Não acompanhar ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;- Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade&lt;br /&gt;Com que rasguei o ventre à minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde&lt;br /&gt;Me levam meus próprios passos...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde,&lt;br /&gt;Por que me repetis: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vem por aqui!&lt;/span&gt; ?  &lt;p&gt;Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhar aos ventos,&lt;br /&gt;Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,&lt;br /&gt;A ir por aí...&lt;br /&gt;Se vim ao mundo, foi&lt;br /&gt;Só para desflorar florestas virgens,&lt;br /&gt;E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!&lt;br /&gt;O mais que faço não vale nada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Como, pois, sereis vós&lt;br /&gt;Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas, e coragem&lt;br /&gt;Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...&lt;br /&gt;Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,&lt;br /&gt;E vós amais o que é fácil!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,&lt;br /&gt;Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Ide! tendes estradas,&lt;br /&gt;Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,&lt;br /&gt;Tendes pátrias, tendes tectos,&lt;br /&gt;E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a minha Loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,&lt;br /&gt;Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me peça definições!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me diga: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vem por aqui&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou,&lt;br /&gt;É uma onda que se alevantou,&lt;br /&gt;É um átomo a mais que se animou...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vou por aí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Régio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111144588513311661?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111144588513311661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111144588513311661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111144588513311661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111144588513311661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/03/cntico-negro.html' title='Cântico Negro'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-111125592076708424</id><published>2005-03-19T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T18:12:00.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Shattered dream</title><content type='html'>The shattered coulpe takes another subtile and sufocating breathe. When everything is lost, there's nothing left to be destroyed. Except yourself. "Pull me under" replies the one, while I lay down and listen to the paranoic words that (still) live in my head. The proned cat rises and comes close begging for some love. Those shinning eyes can't see what's wrong. And neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never over, you're the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-111125592076708424?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/111125592076708424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=111125592076708424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111125592076708424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/111125592076708424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/03/shattered-dream.html' title='Shattered dream'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110613499351952493</id><published>2005-01-19T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:31:51.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os problemas da arte moderna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui há coisa de 2 dias quando estava a saborear o meu pequeno-almoço ouvi uma notícia bastante engraçada no rádio. Tentei até procurá-lá depois aqui na net, mas em vão. Pelo que percebi, na Figueira da Foz colocaram uma peça de arte moderna no chão de um museu. Ora essa peça consistia num lavatório com uns bocados partidos, feita por um norte-americano. O que acontece é que se esqueceram de informar a senhora da limpeza que aquela peça era ARTE... bom, já podem calcular o que aconteceu. A senhora viu um lavatório todo partido no chão e, obviamente, deitou-o fora! Eu perebo que o instinto da senhora, provavelmente sem conhecimento das novas tendências da arte moderna, ao ver um lavatório partido no chão fosse apanhar os cacos e deitá-lo no lixo... até consigo imaginar o que ela pensou ao vê-lo: "Hm... tentaram assaltar novamente a casa-de-banho do museu, desta vez queriam levar o lavatório! Filhos da p***! Ainda bem que o deixaram cair e se partiu todo... aliás, ainda bem que acontece sempre isso... Já quando foi o espelho foi a mesma coisa... era bocados de espelho por todo o lado... É curioso é que deixam sempre cair no mesmo sítio... e deixam sempre uma nota aqui ao lado, com um nome inglês e uma data... e mais umas coisas que não percebo. Hm... que pena não ter tido inglês... Bem, vamos mas é limpar esta nojice! Sevandijas!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Directores de museus de arte moderna: Promovam a comunicação informal entre o pessoal da limpeza! Se esta mulher tivesse falado com a pessoa que limpa as casas-de-banho, logo teriam constatado que não faltava nada... Não venham cá dizer que o portuguesinho é inculto. O portuguesinho precisa é de comunicar mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110613499351952493?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110613499351952493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110613499351952493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110613499351952493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110613499351952493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2005/01/os-problemas-da-arte-moderna.html' title='Os problemas da arte moderna'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110391500189344152</id><published>2004-12-24T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:22:56.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat ate your flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My cat ate your flower. They were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;I took a picture of that amazing scene and gave it to you. You started to cry when you saw it and told me i was insensitive. I didn't understand why. You answered that you loved that flower and you've kept her for a long time. Well, I knew that already. That's why I thought you could see that it was the most beautiful expression of love anyone or anything can make. Your flower is part of my cat now. She will live inside of him forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Can you imagine living inside anyone you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b298/johanna-malicka/blue_cat-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te regarde encore, mais je ne te sens plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110391500189344152?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110391500189344152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110391500189344152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110391500189344152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110391500189344152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-cat-ate-your-flower.html' title='My cat ate your flower'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110288665073690760</id><published>2004-12-12T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:24:10.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Cirque Plume</title><content type='html'>O &lt;a href="http://www.cirqueplume.com"&gt;Cirque Plume&lt;/a&gt; vai estar entre nós de 15 a 23 de Dezembro, no CCB!!&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente um circo de jeito em Portugal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110288665073690760?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110288665073690760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110288665073690760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110288665073690760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110288665073690760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/12/cirque-plume.html' title='Cirque Plume'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110260805131183792</id><published>2004-12-09T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:00:51.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Arte?</title><content type='html'>(Acho que foi a música)&lt;br /&gt;Gatos azuis e bejes.&lt;br /&gt;Um abrigo que foi desvendado. Ficou ao relento.&lt;br /&gt;Roupa estendida ao sol com cheiro a lavado.&lt;br /&gt;(Não, acho que foi a espuma)&lt;br /&gt;You're my heroin!&lt;br /&gt;Foi ali, no sonho dos outros, no rebuçado de banana, no abraço quente,&lt;br /&gt;(Não, não, Acho que foi a mochila)&lt;br /&gt;no laranja e verde, na calçada, no bairro que não viste.&lt;br /&gt;It's Requiem!&lt;br /&gt;Está atrás do cigarro! Não vês?&lt;br /&gt;Tento esconder para que tu vejas que a escondo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu não queres ver.&lt;br /&gt;Não! Acho que foi a casa!&lt;br /&gt;Foi a casa. Sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa real que partilhamos num mesmo sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                       O que é que isto tem a ver com arte?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110260805131183792?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110260805131183792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110260805131183792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110260805131183792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110260805131183792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/12/arte.html' title='Arte?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110185809121087274</id><published>2004-11-30T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:41:31.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Se o Mundo Não Fosse Assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- Ohhh pssssst!! Tenho os pés frios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sim, Rainha... já vou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peça de José Maria Vieira Mendes, adaptada dos contos de Damon Runyon volta ao palco do Taborda, a partir de dia 2! "Cinco personagens em Miami, representadas por três actores. Com o humor que acompanha os contos de Damon Runyon, seguimos peripécias de gente que se vai safando, gente do submundo dos tempos da lei seca, que vive de acordo com uma moral um pouco retorcida, mas humana, até acabarmos, um ano depois, na mesma Nova Iorque em que a história começou."&lt;br /&gt;Hilariante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informações no site dos &lt;a href="http://www.artistasunidos.pt"&gt;Artistas Unidos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota da F.I.: a imagem anterior deveria vir neste post... ainda não domino esta &lt;em&gt;machina&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110185809121087274?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110185809121087274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110185809121087274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110185809121087274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110185809121087274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/11/se-o-mundo-no-fosse-assim.html' title='Se o Mundo Não Fosse Assim...'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110185741463685324</id><published>2004-11-30T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:30:14.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/2502/320/14a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/2502/320/14a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ohhh Psssst!! Tenho os pés frios...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110185741463685324?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110185741463685324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110185741463685324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110185741463685324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110185741463685324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/11/ohhh-psssst-tenho-os-ps-frios.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110185511108454356</id><published>2004-11-30T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:55:34.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Horóscopo do Santana Lopes</title><content type='html'>Meus amigos, embora não acredite propriamente em horóscopos não posso deixar de citar o que astrólogo Adrian Duncan (seja lá quem for) nos diz relativamente ao signo do nosso mais recente EX-Primeiro Ministro, o Dr. Santana Lopes (caranguejo), na sua previsão para o mês de Novembro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um assunto de especial destaque surgirá por alturas da Lua Cheia no &lt;strong&gt;final do mês&lt;/strong&gt;, centrando-se especialmente no &lt;strong&gt;ambiente de trabalho&lt;/strong&gt; e na &lt;strong&gt;necessidade de reunir esforços individuais para atingir um objectivo colectivo&lt;/strong&gt;". Não querendo lançar alarmismos, o pior vem nas linhas seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Será complexo, mas poderá ser &lt;strong&gt;compensador&lt;/strong&gt;. Tudo o que iniciar neste mês terá que ser &lt;strong&gt;melhorado em Dezembro e em Janeiro&lt;/strong&gt;, de uma forma progressiva". Meus amigos, preparem-se para o pior. As eleições estão previstas para Fevereiro e cheira-me que durante os próximos dois meses o Sr. Ex-Primeiro Ministro vai preparar novas propostas de arromba para a sua re-candidatura. Pessoalmente, até estou curiosa para ver se voltam aquelas propostas daquilo que ele entende por "descentralização". Até tem a sua piada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu medo é aquele "poderá ser compensador"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110185511108454356?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110185511108454356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110185511108454356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110185511108454356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110185511108454356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/11/horscopo-do-santana-lopes.html' title='Horóscopo do Santana Lopes'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9381359.post-110181861024244973</id><published>2004-11-30T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:43:30.246Z</updated><title type='text'>E isso é bom ou é mau?</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma grande luta entre mim e o computador que estava sempre a encravar (claro, a culpa é sempre da máquina) parece que finalmente consegui criar este blog! Não sei ainda é se isso é bom ou se é mau... Por enquanto apenas é e ponto final. Com o tempo logo se verá se vale a pena mantê-lo ou se o melhor é acabar com ele (por outras palavras, logo se verá se saíem coisas de jeito ou se o melhor é eu estar caladinha e no meu lugar).&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sei bem de que irei falar aqui... tenho tido algumas ideias, que com tempo se irão tornando mais sólidas. Mas a "grande" ideia do blog é uma passagem pelo mundo das artes. Quaisquer que sejam. E as críticas e os comentários serão sempre bem-vindos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por agora é melhor eu ficar caladinha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9381359-110181861024244973?l=fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/feeds/110181861024244973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9381359&amp;postID=110181861024244973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110181861024244973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9381359/posts/default/110181861024244973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotografia-indiscreta.blogspot.com/2004/11/e-isso-bom-ou-mau.html' title='E isso é bom ou é mau?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15888528706678914926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ucsfSmQ-LTo/SUV9k5gGqrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CnqGrSYTAV0/S220/DSC05410_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
