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Michael W. Young.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Malinowski: Odyssey of an Anthropologist, 1884-1920&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-4976183298913300577?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/4976183298913300577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4976183298913300577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/n0nMy3pMlwQ/blog-post.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/2012/02/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHR38zeyp7ImA9WhRbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-193130441296901605</id><published>2012-02-03T10:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:57:16.183Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T10:57:16.183Z</app:edited><title>Acordo ortográfico</title><content type="html">O acordo ortográfico é uma decisão burocrata que descaracteriza a língua em que aprendi a respirar consoante os verbos. Acatarei como quem cicatriza uma ferida, certo da maleabilidade das próteses em que assentámos a origem. Mas não posso deixar de me comover com o &lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/graca-moura-da-ordem-aos-servicos-do-ccb-para-nao-aplicarem-o-acordo-ortografico-1532066"&gt;gesto&lt;/a&gt; de Vasco Graça Moura. Enormíssimos tomates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-193130441296901605?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/193130441296901605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/193130441296901605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/lyLLHdSD2bw/acordo-ortografico.html" title="Acordo ortográfico" /><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/2012/02/acordo-ortografico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQ3gzfSp7ImA9WhRbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-930747024243804597</id><published>2012-01-31T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:44:42.685Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T10:44:42.685Z</app:edited><title>Lucho</title><content type="html">Lucho fracassou na arte que define um futebolista profissional: saber dizer adeus. A falta de jeito para despedidas não vai da excelência oratória, mas da obscura incapacidade em ser definitivo. Não vale pena fingir Aquerontes se voltar atrás é a raiz de todas as opções.&lt;br /&gt;
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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." Enrique Vila-Matas&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3334392574787692533?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/3334392574787692533?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3334392574787692533?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/8qoEH8-pyXI/freud-versao-softcore.html" title="Freud, versão softcore." /><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/freud-versao-softcore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADRn4ycSp7ImA9WhRTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-4896811932114350870</id><published>2011-11-09T21:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:22:57.099Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T21:22:57.099Z</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LrNz37uc7kc" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-4896811932114350870?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/4896811932114350870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4896811932114350870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Avatares-de-Desejo/~3/8SRjTteFLH4/blog-post.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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/LrNz37uc7kc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGQHwzfyp7ImA9WhRTF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1160607417515726264</id><published>2011-11-08T14:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:23:41.287Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T14:23:41.287Z</app:edited><title>A democracia da danação: pensar pequeno, errar em grande</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Aquele que pensa em grande tem de errar em grande», disse Martin Heidegger, o teólogo-parodista dos nossos dias (empregando-se o termo «parodista» no seu sentido mais sério). 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></feed>

