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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOura8bQfqA"&gt;A Despedida de Lucho (2009)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-930747024243804597?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/930747024243804597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/930747024243804597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/uatPpw5G1hs/lucho.html" title="Lucho" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMRHg5eyp7ImA9WhRVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-5822044718041999083</id><published>2012-01-14T15:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:54:45.623Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T15:54:45.623Z</app:edited><title>Giamatti</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq7vzm2xY8Q/TxGj27sXXtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CWgBdrtCiKs/s1600/71171_gal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq7vzm2xY8Q/TxGj27sXXtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CWgBdrtCiKs/s640/71171_gal.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O Giamatti de &lt;i&gt;Sideways&lt;/i&gt; (2004) seria insuperável não fosse o caso termos que considerar o Giamatti de &lt;i&gt;Barney's Version&lt;/i&gt; (A Minha Versão do Amor). Poucas vezes a graça imerecida terá sido tão bem retratada como no abismo que entrevemos entre o terno 'accent' de Miriam (Rosamund Pike) e a sinceridade auto-destrutiva de Barney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-5822044718041999083?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5822044718041999083?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5822044718041999083?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/T5n4agxkw0k/giamatti.html" title="Giamatti" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq7vzm2xY8Q/TxGj27sXXtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CWgBdrtCiKs/s72-c/71171_gal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2012/01/giamatti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNSHgzfip7ImA9WhRVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-5426157288589785762</id><published>2012-01-13T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:04:59.686Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T15:04:59.686Z</app:edited><title>Mania</title><content type="html">Temos que&amp;nbsp;prescindir&amp;nbsp;de uma concepção sobranceira do querer, nós não nos sentimos atraídos por alguém, somos atraídos por alguém, somos impelidos para alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-5426157288589785762?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5426157288589785762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5426157288589785762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/_4NecIwZx_c/mania.html" title="Mania" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mania.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANR3k5eip7ImA9WhRVFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3679837781071895969</id><published>2012-01-13T14:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:56:36.722Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T16:56:36.722Z</app:edited><title>Bow, 2005</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE0S8RkkHEU/TI1lxXuMB6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4fHQhe9u3Yo/s1600/hwal-the_bow-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE0S8RkkHEU/TI1lxXuMB6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4fHQhe9u3Yo/s640/hwal-the_bow-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bow (2005), Kim Ki-Duk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mais do que em conchas, vísceras ou miudezas que tal, o futuro de que somos herdeiros pôde ser lido nas contingência das armas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3679837781071895969?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3679837781071895969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3679837781071895969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/GQjPAp_sUGE/bow-2005.html" title="Bow, 2005" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE0S8RkkHEU/TI1lxXuMB6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/4fHQhe9u3Yo/s72-c/hwal-the_bow-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2012/01/bow-2005.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMRX87fyp7ImA9WhRXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-8811410681543132581</id><published>2011-12-27T09:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:33:04.107Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T09:33:04.107Z</app:edited><title>De um fim</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAC78KmlAtk/TvmQkjx244I/AAAAAAAAAoM/xLM4HkZHM-8/s1600/O%2BSentido%2Bdo%2BFim.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAC78KmlAtk/TvmQkjx244I/AAAAAAAAAoM/xLM4HkZHM-8/s400/O%2BSentido%2Bdo%2BFim.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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O Man Booker Prize para Julian Barnes não será demasiado lisonjeiro para os restantes elementos da shortlist. "O Sentido do Fim" é um romance muito bem curado, mas por muito que estejamos dispostos a elogiar a fina contenção de Barnes, qualquer superlativo que lhe dedicássemos seria um superlativo a mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-8811410681543132581?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8811410681543132581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8811410681543132581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/RkT4VE_pNDc/de-um-fim.html" title="De um fim" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAC78KmlAtk/TvmQkjx244I/AAAAAAAAAoM/xLM4HkZHM-8/s72-c/O%2BSentido%2Bdo%2BFim.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-um-fim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMRXY8eip7ImA9WhRXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-7401576275012119027</id><published>2011-12-21T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:06:24.872Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-21T17:06:24.872Z</app:edited><title>Colossal Youth</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slantmagazine.com/images/film/colossalyouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.slantmagazine.com/images/film/colossalyouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sendo circunspecto, como que justificando um atraso de 5 anos, diria que 'Juventude em Marcha' (2006), de Pedro Costa, é um filme magnífico (o &lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/url?sa=t&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=aranhas%20blog&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CCAQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdiespinnen.blogspot.com%2F&amp;amp;ei=6RHyTpOcPIOd8gOX49GqAQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHCy4AvU09LWzvlC67OhdbeFrCdqg"&gt;Luís Miguel Oliveira&lt;/a&gt; chamou-lhe obra prima, está no seu direito, e eu no direito de concordar).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-7401576275012119027?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7401576275012119027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7401576275012119027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/IGKHg8-sUE8/colossal-youth.html" title="Colossal Youth" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/12/colossal-youth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcASX4zfCp7ImA9WhRXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3048746834122497114</id><published>2011-12-19T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:27:28.084Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T11:27:28.084Z</app:edited><title>Hallam Foe (2007)</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x292/ramones8_2007/jamie_bell_image_mister_foe-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x292/ramones8_2007/jamie_bell_image_mister_foe-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3048746834122497114?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3048746834122497114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3048746834122497114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/TtyvLkOtIKU/hallam-foe-2007.html" title="Hallam Foe (2007)" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hallam-foe-2007.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DQns9fSp7ImA9WhRXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1265158280104342374</id><published>2011-12-18T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:31:13.565Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T21:31:13.565Z</app:edited><title>Internal Affairs</title><content type="html">Minister of Unfinished Affairs. O único cargo político para o qual as teses nos preparam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1265158280104342374?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1265158280104342374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1265158280104342374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/ug281ZZJVOg/internal-affairs.html" title="Internal Affairs" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/12/internal-affairs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNRHwzfCp7ImA9WhRQE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-4890897161419799112</id><published>2011-12-08T22:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:48:15.284Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T22:48:15.284Z</app:edited><title>Zenit</title><content type="html">O empate com Zenit deixou uma tristeza que há muito o futebol não me trazia. Pouco capaz de expiar a desolação, por uma vez, restou-me maldizer um apego excessivo às lides da bola. Na manhã seguinte, ao meu lado, no Intercidades,&amp;nbsp;sentou-se uma rapariga com um cachecol do Porto. Por estas linhas imito-lhe o gesto. Nenhuma outra imodéstia nos seguirá pelos anos, dediquemo-nos, sem pudores, à&amp;nbsp;ostentação das paixões vencidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-4890897161419799112?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4890897161419799112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4890897161419799112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/ErR-Kc0nhHY/zenit.html" title="Zenit" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/12/zenit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDQXgzeCp7ImA9WhRQEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-8420639322198316782</id><published>2011-12-04T17:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:21:10.680Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T01:21:10.680Z</app:edited><title>Não</title><content type="html">A capacidade de dizer "não" é um dos esteios fundamentais da&amp;nbsp;liberdade&amp;nbsp;de escolha. No entanto, quando pensadas as ameaças ao bom uso do "não", logo foge a ideia para regimes de violência e coerção, logo anuímos solidários com os totalitarismos, tirando o corpinho da equação.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Poucos percebem o quanto são reféns de um ego que sinaliza a lisonja antes de se dedicar à escolha múltipla que dela decorre. A possibilidade de dizer "não" confere um poder que tende a ser activado com parcimónia: pelo gosto em agradar quem nos lembra; pela consciência de que a activação do poder do "não" o destrói a prazo - a sua reiteração tenderá a aniquilar a motivação dos proponentes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Valham-nos os vícios que, impondo faltas de tempo simultaneamente insuperáveis e injustificadas, se interpõem como impossibilidades de "sim". O real da vaidade é a impotência. A impotência é uma escolha quando alicerçada em vício.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-8420639322198316782?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8420639322198316782?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8420639322198316782?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/GfRca2KDss4/nao.html" title="Não" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BR3w-eyp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-8334982618149403680</id><published>2011-11-27T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:25:56.253Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T00:25:56.253Z</app:edited><title>Um Método Perigoso</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FQO9y1HTT8/TtK1L4qvVTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IUIOqEa2FZY/s1600/filme-um-metodo-muito-perigoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="417" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FQO9y1HTT8/TtK1L4qvVTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IUIOqEa2FZY/s640/filme-um-metodo-muito-perigoso.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O low profile de Cronemberg convence. O high profile de keira knightley permite perceber o seu imenso crescimento no labor de representação; no entanto keira é um daqueles casos: não consigo acreditar nas personagens que encarna, estou sempre a ver a actriz em esforço (aqui e ali, vagamente maravilhado).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-8334982618149403680?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8334982618149403680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8334982618149403680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/-bfSBRb_ukw/um-metodo-perigoso.html" title="Um Método Perigoso" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FQO9y1HTT8/TtK1L4qvVTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IUIOqEa2FZY/s72-c/filme-um-metodo-muito-perigoso.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-metodo-perigoso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DSXY_eyp7ImA9WhRREE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-5835346754416761675</id><published>2011-11-23T00:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:26:18.843Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T00:26:18.843Z</app:edited><title>Vítor Pereira</title><content type="html">Passa da meia noite e assim se inicia o dia mais importante da vida de Vítor Pereira. Apoio-o. Não por inteira convicção, mas pelo desejo convicto de dizer que tentei tudo. O medo do remorso no adeus faz de mim um cobarde narcisista, um conservador-romântico temeroso dos ocasos. Duvido do treinador, gosto do homem, custa-me a magnitude da desgraça que há muito lhe faz uma espera. Não contem comigo para ter razão antes do tempo. Fico na pista até à derradeira valsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-5835346754416761675?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5835346754416761675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5835346754416761675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/MW85jMwKZu4/vitor-pereira.html" title="Vítor Pereira" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/11/vitor-pereira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQ3w5cCp7ImA9WhRSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3334392574787692533</id><published>2011-11-13T20:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:50:02.228Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T20:50:02.228Z</app:edited><title>Freud, versão softcore.</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;‎"Tudo o que em mim é autêntico teve origem na timidez da minha infância." 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Também aqueles que pensam «em ponto pequeno» podem errar em grande. Esta é a democracia da graça celeste, ou da danação."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Steiner, George (2009), Errata: revisões de uma vida. Lisboa: Relógio D'Água.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1160607417515726264?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1160607417515726264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1160607417515726264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/l32s1mGaqyA/democracia-da-danacao-pensar-pequeno.html" title="A democracia da danação: pensar pequeno, errar em grande" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/11/democracia-da-danacao-pensar-pequeno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcHSHo-eyp7ImA9WhRTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3308415149105252761</id><published>2011-11-04T20:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:03:59.453Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T20:03:59.453Z</app:edited><title>Levítico 19:18</title><content type="html">‎"amarás o teu próximo como a ti mesmo." A auto-depreciação tornou-se um problema social a partir de Levítico 19:18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3308415149105252761?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3308415149105252761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3308415149105252761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/DmuQvpixwjk/levitico-1918.html" title="Levítico 19:18" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/11/levitico-1918.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQXg9eSp7ImA9WhRTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-6053290698229154260</id><published>2011-11-02T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:24:20.661Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T14:24:20.661Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Versões de um mesmo mito" /><title>Versões de um mesmo mito</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfDEeWuRdTs/TrFRXmVoFII/AAAAAAAAAnM/jjMaomUpX8Y/s1600/Snap-2011-06-20-00-55-14.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfDEeWuRdTs/TrFRXmVoFII/AAAAAAAAAnM/jjMaomUpX8Y/s640/Snap-2011-06-20-00-55-14.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet Bird of Youth (1962)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.msu.edu/course/ams/280/casa7.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="https://www.msu.edu/course/ams/280/casa7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-6053290698229154260?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6053290698229154260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6053290698229154260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/pbS8mPpkd2E/versoes-de-um-mesmo-mito.html" title="Versões de um mesmo mito" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfDEeWuRdTs/TrFRXmVoFII/AAAAAAAAAnM/jjMaomUpX8Y/s72-c/Snap-2011-06-20-00-55-14.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/11/versoes-de-um-mesmo-mito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYESXoyfSp7ImA9WhdaGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-2241051630550838681</id><published>2011-10-28T12:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:08:28.495+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T12:08:28.495+01:00</app:edited><title>Suddenly, Last Summer</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFd__ZlSmCU/TqqM64RmBAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4B4lHkHJGZQ/s1600/Snap-2010-12-04-23-27-38.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFd__ZlSmCU/TqqM64RmBAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4B4lHkHJGZQ/s640/Snap-2010-12-04-23-27-38.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-2241051630550838681?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2241051630550838681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2241051630550838681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/jYrHuh5SF2A/suddenly-last-summer.html" title="Suddenly, Last Summer" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFd__ZlSmCU/TqqM64RmBAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4B4lHkHJGZQ/s72-c/Snap-2010-12-04-23-27-38.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/10/suddenly-last-summer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CSXo4eip7ImA9WhdaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-262666949090898219</id><published>2011-10-22T16:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:21:08.432+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-22T16:21:08.432+01:00</app:edited><title>Disgrace</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQDcs7jSEWJwq47HkEE4WybABrki4M6VVm6xtIdQw83GKAbKylM" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQDcs7jSEWJwq47HkEE4WybABrki4M6VVm6xtIdQw83GKAbKylM" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;“It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be hard as hard can be grows harder yet.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-262666949090898219?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/262666949090898219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/262666949090898219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/BE4lwa4PJzw/disgrace.html" title="Disgrace" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/10/disgrace.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFSHc7eCp7ImA9WhdbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-564895822819879038</id><published>2011-10-18T18:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:31:59.900+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T18:31:59.900+01:00</app:edited><title>Bissau</title><content type="html">Diz-me a minha mãe que lá na terra se&amp;nbsp;mataram&amp;nbsp;dois porcos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-564895822819879038?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/564895822819879038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/564895822819879038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/t3YBHZl5Wyo/bissau.html" title="Bissau" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/10/bissau.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BQnc_eCp7ImA9WhdbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-590555761525145633</id><published>2011-10-18T17:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:39:13.940+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T22:39:13.940+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;Um homem que cultiva o seu jardim, como queria Voltaire.&lt;br /&gt;
O que agradece que na terra haja música.&lt;br /&gt;
O que descobre com prazer uma etimologia.&lt;br /&gt;
Dois empregados que num café do Sul jogam um silencioso xadrez.&lt;br /&gt;
O ceramista que premedita uma cor e uma forma.&lt;br /&gt;
O tipógrafo que compõe bem esta página, que talvez não lhe agrade.&lt;br /&gt;
Uma mulher e um homem que lêem os tercetos finais de certo canto.&lt;br /&gt;
O que acarinha um animal adormecido.&lt;br /&gt;
O que justifica ou quer justificar um mal que lhe fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;
O que agradece que na terra haja Stevenson.&lt;br /&gt;
O que prefere que os outros tenham razão.&lt;br /&gt;
Essas pessoas, que se ignoram, estão a salvar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;J.L. Borges&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho que deixar cair o título "Os Justos" para abraçar o poema. A temperança nos pequenos gestos não define os justos, antes nomeia quem respira acima dos escombros, antes celebra a ternura não alienada à raiva revolucionária (nem ao prazer burguês edificado sob escombros de “pessoas que se ignoram”).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-590555761525145633?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/590555761525145633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/590555761525145633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/peRRRlyDF9o/um-homem-que-cultiva-o-seu-jardim-como.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-homem-que-cultiva-o-seu-jardim-como.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUHSHo-eSp7ImA9WhdbEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3909040062797358141</id><published>2011-10-09T12:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:37:19.451+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T12:37:19.451+01:00</app:edited><title>Le Notti Bianche</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9UvsvFOIGc/TpGDJvTyYHI/AAAAAAAAAms/O3zFpO_kOfI/s1600/tumblr_l3v3pjntRt1qzdvhio1_r2_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9UvsvFOIGc/TpGDJvTyYHI/AAAAAAAAAms/O3zFpO_kOfI/s1600/tumblr_l3v3pjntRt1qzdvhio1_r2_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dança uma música que não conhece mesmo intuindo fazer corte ao ridículo, óbvio sintoma  do amor-paixão. Marcello Mastroianni em &lt;i&gt;Le Notti Bianche&lt;/i&gt; (1957), subtil incorporação do fracasso mal arquivado&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;o nosso&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;é o supremo intérprete do júbilo em tentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3909040062797358141?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3909040062797358141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3909040062797358141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/8dwR-LvSKl4/le-notti-bianche.html" title="Le Notti Bianche" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9UvsvFOIGc/TpGDJvTyYHI/AAAAAAAAAms/O3zFpO_kOfI/s72-c/tumblr_l3v3pjntRt1qzdvhio1_r2_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/10/le-notti-bianche.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CRHk4eyp7ImA9WhdUEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-7704360154118772924</id><published>2011-09-29T12:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T12:47:45.733+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T12:47:45.733+01:00</app:edited><title>Shame on you, Mr. Obama</title><content type="html">&lt;a class="saportelink" href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/bsenamartins/fotos/?uid=5NDd2gVJ48dSz3JyUCba"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="271" src="http://c2.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/Bf507eca9/9213663_tQdC5.jpeg" style="border: 0 none;" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Um ano após ter defendido o reconhecimento do Estado Palestiniano pelas Nações Unidas, Obama dirigiu-se à Assembleia-Geral &amp;nbsp;para dizer exactamente o contrário. Mais, numa conferência de imprensa em que no fundo a bandeira americana tocava comoventemente a de Israel, Obama jurou fidelidade a Netanyahu - como que oferecendo o veto americano pelo voto do judeu americano. Assim, tragicamente, a importância dos votos e do dinheiro judaico na política americana voltou a falar mais alto.*&lt;br /&gt;
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Traduzo um exerto da &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/fisk/robert-fisk-a-president-who-is-helpless-in-the-face-of-middle-east-reality-2359433.html"&gt;crónica de Robert Fisk&lt;/a&gt; sobre o discurso de Obama:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;"Um marciano que ouvisse este discurso diria, como sugeriu a Sra. Ashrawi, que os palestinianos ocupam Israel e não o contrário. Nenhuma menção à ocupação israelita, nenhuma menção aos refugiados, ao direito de retorno ou ao roubo da terra palestiniana pelo governo israelita contra a lei internacional. Mas ouviram-se imensos lamentos ao povo sitiado de Israel, aos rockets lançados às suas casas, às bombas suicidas - pecados palestinianos, certamente, mas nenhuma referência à chacina de Gaza, à massiva mortandade de palestinianos - e mesmo à perseguição histórica dos judeus e ao Holocausto. Essa perseguição é um facto da história. Tal como o horror do Holocausto.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas OS PALESTINIANOS NÃO COMETERAM ESSES ACTOS. Foram, os europeus - cuja ajuda Obama procura na recusa da criação do Estado palestiniano - que cometeram esse crime dos crimes." (expressão em caixa alta no original)&lt;/blockquote&gt;* Antes que venham com a ladainha do costume, reafirmo: igualmente servil para com o inimputável Estado de Isreal, em tudo o mais Obama continua a ser infinitamente melhor do que os republicanos que se lhe opõem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-7704360154118772924?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7704360154118772924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7704360154118772924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/CFhBkvfmXcA/shame-on-you-mr-obama.html" title="Shame on you, Mr. Obama" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/09/shame-on-you-mr-obama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMBRHk5fip7ImA9WhdVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-8327650907478362075</id><published>2011-09-23T16:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:57:35.726+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T16:57:35.726+01:00</app:edited><title>A quem possa interessar</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_8GiWycAdfs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Trailer do documentário "A hospitalidade ao Fantasma: Memórias dos Deficientes das Forças Armadas" (35 m.). O documentário foi produzido no âmbito do Projecto de Investigação &lt;a href="http://www.ces.uc.pt/estilhacos_do_imperio/vidas/pages/pt/projecto.php"&gt;"Vidas marcadas pela História: A Guerra Colonial Portuguesa e os Deficientes das Forças Armadas"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-8327650907478362075?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8327650907478362075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8327650907478362075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/SZcQCcg6o8M/quem-possa-interessar.html" title="A quem possa interessar" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/_8GiWycAdfs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/09/quem-possa-interessar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DRH47cCp7ImA9WhdWGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1000700818751070656</id><published>2011-09-12T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:01:15.008+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T18:01:15.008+01:00</app:edited><title>Avulsos</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hasegawa - who was born in Japan and has taught in the United States since 1990, and who reads English, Japanese, and Russian - rejects both the traditional and revisionist positions. According to his close examination of the evidence, Japan was not poised to surrender before Hiroshima, as the revisionists argued, nor was it ready to give in immediately after the atomic bomb, as traditionalists have always seen it. Instead, it took the Soviet declaration of war on Japan, several days after Hiroshima, to bring the capitulation." &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2011/08/07/why_did_japan_surrender/?page=full"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2011/08/07/why_did_japan_surrender/?page=full"&gt;areth Cook,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2011/08/07/why_did_japan_surrender/?page=full"&gt;BostonGlobe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1000700818751070656?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1000700818751070656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1000700818751070656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/rcbrVfPepRI/avulsos.html" title="Avulsos" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02625126330623183639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/09/avulsos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

