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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFQn8zfSp7ImA9WxNUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668</id><updated>2009-11-09T12:50:13.185Z</updated><title>avatares de um desejo</title><subtitle type="html">Registos confessionais, pseudo-antropológicos e quasi-antropológicos Bruno Sena Martins</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2810</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Avatares-de-Desejo" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFQn8yeip7ImA9WxNUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-5164094095967543968</id><published>2009-11-09T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:50:13.192Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T12:50:13.192Z</app:edited><title>Celebre-se</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SvgPyz22EtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HaR1Wug28cs/s1600-h/BerlinWall.GIF.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SvgPyz22EtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HaR1Wug28cs/s320/BerlinWall.GIF.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402085118619030226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-5164094095967543968?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5164094095967543968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5164094095967543968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebre-se.html" title="Celebre-se" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SvgPyz22EtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HaR1Wug28cs/s72-c/BerlinWall.GIF.png" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBQ3k-eCp7ImA9WxNUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-491455187032755660</id><published>2009-11-07T14:55:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:54:12.750Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T19:54:12.750Z</app:edited><title>swimming pool</title><content type="html">Coxeio moderadamente graças a duas bolas divididas em mais um daqueles jogos no pavilhão da província a dois euros e meio por cabeça -- entetanto decorreram mais dois jogos (um deles no Santa Cruz, excelentes condições para a prática da modalidade fut 7) em que tive a oportunidade de confirmar que estou mesmo aleijado (começando o jogo aquilo aquece e em havendo uma bola a rolar uma pessoa quase que se esquece, depois há sempre o Bio-planter, "super creme de massagem corporal à base de Aloe Vera", que tem o condão de anestesiar a estrutura corporal entretanto massajada). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem outro remédio para atenuar o sedentarismo crónico, durante uma semana troco futebol por natação (conceito amplo). Arrasto-me até à piscina da Solum onde nas pistas contíguas se espraiam miúdas elegantes defendidas da nudez por justíssimos  fato de banho da Speedo.  Reparo que os meus calções Sportzone nem dão pelo fatos, provavelmente porque cada centilitro de sangue está inteiramente ocupado em evitar um afogamento iminente. Ignorado por uma piscina cuja dimensão olímpica faz de Arquimedes e das leias da hidrostática mera questão académica, dou por mim a sentir falta do contacto físico das bolas divididas, raro momento em que a minha  existência corpórea parece produzir reais efeitos noutras matérias do cosmos - isto é, umas singelas nódoas negras numa ou noutra canela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://videodetective.com/photos/673/028288_7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ludivine Sagnier em Swimming Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-491455187032755660?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/491455187032755660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/491455187032755660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/swimming-pool.html" title="swimming pool" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNRHk5cSp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3696568300158739542</id><published>2009-11-06T18:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:11:35.729Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T18:11:35.729Z</app:edited><title>Fazer piscinas</title><content type="html">Venho sempre muito feliz da piscina. Graças à minha singular eficácia energética, em 200 metros sou capaz de despender o esforço  que um nadador razoável só gasta ao fim de 2 km. Completamente de rastos, deixei-os com muitas pistas pela frente.  É um mundo injusto, eu sei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3696568300158739542?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3696568300158739542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3696568300158739542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/fazer-piscinas.html" title="Fazer piscinas" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBQHw9cSp7ImA9WxNUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3170401727619561006</id><published>2009-11-06T12:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:35:51.269Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T13:35:51.269Z</app:edited><title>Aceitam-se apostas</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPwe94ZRvSE/SHx_T54cqNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RPHCWBKIcyc/s400/Paulo%2BBento01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPwe94ZRvSE/SHx_T54cqNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RPHCWBKIcyc/s400/Paulo%2BBento01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem vai ser o sucessor de Paulo Bento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que agora anda muito na moda a desculpabilização de Paulo Bento em face do Plantel que lhe calhou em sorte. Não deixando de valorizar as classificações que Paulo Bento conseguiu alcançar à frente do Benfica, pese embora o futebol sempre medíocre, a questão é que um treinador que permanece 4 anos num clube com um departamento de futebol inexistente (sobretudo depois da saída de Carlos Freitas) não pode deixar de ser responsável pelas contratações realizadas -- ainda que com orçamento reduzido (vide Braga) --, nem pela especial vocação para reduzir o talento dos jogadores ao denominador comum de um Farnerud. Vejamos, portanto, algumas das contratações feitas sob o mandato de Paulo Bento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paredes, Celsinho, Stojkovic, Marian Had, Pedro Silva,  Abel, Bueno,  Alecsandro, Paredes, Gladstone, Purovic, Grimi,   Postiga,   Caicedo,   Angulo,  Caneira, Rochemback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Não vejo nenhuma razão válida para que Pedro Barbosa saia, em tantos anos nunca tomou uma opção errada.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3170401727619561006?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3170401727619561006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3170401727619561006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/aceitam-se-apostas.html" title="Aceitam-se apostas" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPwe94ZRvSE/SHx_T54cqNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RPHCWBKIcyc/s72-c/Paulo%2BBento01%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYERnczfyp7ImA9WxNUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1095534486384955831</id><published>2009-11-06T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:18:27.987Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T14:18:27.987Z</app:edited><title>Ler</title><content type="html">Este &lt;a href="http://jugular.blogs.sapo.pt/1276512.html"&gt;excelente texto&lt;/a&gt; da Isabel Moreira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1095534486384955831?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1095534486384955831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1095534486384955831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/ler.html" title="Ler" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQXs9cCp7ImA9WxNUFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-2346109547050782509</id><published>2009-11-05T13:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:58:10.568Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T13:58:10.568Z</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;blockquote&gt;"Vítima como sou de uma dupla enfermidade, tudo o que vejo me fere, e censuro-me sem cessar de não observar o suficiente."                                                                                                                                                                         Lévi-Strauss, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tristes Trópicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Olho analiticamente, sem querer, o que romantizo sem querer..."                                                                                                                                Álvaro de Campos, 1932&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SvLZgSASMWI/AAAAAAAAA_c/JGeDavL6BxY/s400/01_Ymago_pp0000442_02.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400618051782717794" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lévi-Strauss em trabalho de campo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-2346109547050782509?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2346109547050782509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2346109547050782509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/versoes-de-um-mesmo-mito.html" title="Versões de um mesmo mito" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SvLZgSASMWI/AAAAAAAAA_c/JGeDavL6BxY/s72-c/01_Ymago_pp0000442_02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQno7fyp7ImA9WxNUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3114986911667771947</id><published>2009-11-03T17:36:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:19:23.407Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T18:19:23.407Z</app:edited><title>Lévi-Strauss 1908-2009</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Já não podemos continuar a contar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SS8hjzoVxOI/AAAAAAAAA20/jmHCz6Ok6Uc/s1600-h/CL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SS8hjzoVxOI/AAAAAAAAA20/jmHCz6Ok6Uc/s400/CL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273470587712685282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Durante semanas inteiras, nesse planalto do Mato Grosso Ocidental, tinha estado obcecado, não mais por aquilo que me rodeava e que eu não voltaria a ver, mas por uma melodia muito batida que a minha recordação ainda empobrecia mais: a do Estudo número três, Opus 10 de Chopin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na qual me parecia, por uma ironia a cujo amargor eu também era sensível, que tudo que deixara para trás de mim nela se resumia&lt;/span&gt;" (Lévi-Strauss, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tristes Tropiques&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.fm/~ft5ue"&gt;Estudo, Op. 10, nº 3 em mi maior Tristesse, de Chopin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blog ficará com o título "Tristes Trópicos", durante uma semana, em sentida homenagem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem possa interessar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Claude Lévi-Strauss -Reflexions Faites 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hStPQRsW7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hStPQRsW7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude Lévi-Strauss - Reflexions Faites 2/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_DZdQd2uvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_DZdQd2uvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3114986911667771947?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3114986911667771947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3114986911667771947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/levi-strauss-1908-2009.html" title="Lévi-Strauss 1908-2009" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SS8hjzoVxOI/AAAAAAAAA20/jmHCz6Ok6Uc/s72-c/CL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ER3o8fip7ImA9WxNUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-4578501912777236300</id><published>2009-11-03T10:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:08:26.476Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T10:08:26.476Z</app:edited><title>The Last Picture Show (1971)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.refinery29.com/img/lastpicture-0127i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.refinery29.com/img/lastpicture-0127i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.refinery29.com/img/lastpicture-0127i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucAE_GrFrfM/Se5A1JnK7JI/AAAAAAAADU4/16it8qUAyEM/s320/Last+Picture+Show.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-4578501912777236300?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4578501912777236300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4578501912777236300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-picture-show-1971.html" title="The Last Picture Show (1971)" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ucAE_GrFrfM/Se5A1JnK7JI/AAAAAAAADU4/16it8qUAyEM/s72-c/Last+Picture+Show.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUEQH4_eSp7ImA9WxNVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-6719970442974997735</id><published>2009-10-30T15:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:56:41.041Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T15:56:41.041Z</app:edited><title>Save me</title><content type="html">Ontem adormeci a pensar em jogadores naturalmente ambidestros. Domingos, Ginola e depois adormeci. Acordei naturalmente revoltado, quer com a naturalização da ambidestria (no limite é um &lt;i&gt;habitus&lt;/i&gt; como outro qualquer), quer com o facto de não me lembrar de mais jogadores naturalmente ambidestros.  Ajudem-me, sou uma pessoa tendencialmente monomaníaca.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2925405162_b06f1125a3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-6719970442974997735?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6719970442974997735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6719970442974997735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/save-me.html" title="Save me" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDR306eCp7ImA9WxNVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1548694221968712734</id><published>2009-10-29T13:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:09:36.310Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T14:09:36.310Z</app:edited><title>Não engana, dizia</title><content type="html">Às vezes é extremamente maçador &lt;a href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/fbio-coentro.html"&gt;ter tanta razão&lt;/a&gt; tão antes do tempo (estávamos em Junho de 2007 e eu, mesmo com o calor e as solicitações das  vizinhas, nomeadamente para fazer pouco barulho a dar toques na sala, apresento os níveis de clarividência que deixei patentes em forma de post). Mais profecias? Dou dois anos para o Sérgio Oliveira ser titular do Porto, 1 ano e meio para o Oceano recusar o desafio de tentar manter o Sporting na Liga Vitalis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1548694221968712734?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1548694221968712734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1548694221968712734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-engana-dizia.html" title="Não engana, dizia" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCRXo8cCp7ImA9WxNVGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-6116854354775643642</id><published>2009-10-29T13:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:49:24.478Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T13:49:24.478Z</app:edited><title>Shame on me</title><content type="html">Só ontem fiquei a saber que esta foto foi tirada pela Agnès Varda&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/Rc-sNPN0xGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kvovc_iXOX4/s1600/mulher8zq.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 549px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já esta não faço ideia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i01.bdbphotos.com/0L/34/0001312034-75004L.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 469px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-6116854354775643642?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6116854354775643642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6116854354775643642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/shame-on-me.html" title="Shame on me" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/Rc-sNPN0xGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kvovc_iXOX4/s72-c/mulher8zq.gif" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQnozeSp7ImA9WxNVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-4106196558174306028</id><published>2009-10-28T16:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:04:23.481Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T17:04:23.481Z</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/Suh4FywYQiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Qq_K8AnaDdE/s1600-h/appadurai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/Suh4FywYQiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Qq_K8AnaDdE/s320/appadurai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397696194322907682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns anos depois, releio este livro de Appadurai para perceber, sem surpresa de maior, que o texto está a envelhecer bem. Pelo menos um de nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-4106196558174306028?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4106196558174306028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/4106196558174306028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/alguns-anos-depois-releio-este-livro-de.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/Suh4FywYQiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Qq_K8AnaDdE/s72-c/appadurai.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MSHkzeCp7ImA9WxNVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3934964502091460030</id><published>2009-10-28T14:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:24:49.780Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T14:24:49.780Z</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;blockquote&gt;"Não sei o que fiz para merecer isto."&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei o que fiz para não merecer isto."&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei o que não fiz para merecer isto."&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei o que não fiz para não merecer isto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3934964502091460030?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3934964502091460030?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3934964502091460030?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/versoes-de-um-mesmo-mito.html" title="Versões de um mesmo mito" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYMSXYycSp7ImA9WxNVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-5647050878729769418</id><published>2009-10-27T17:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:03:08.899Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T00:03:08.899Z</app:edited><title>6-1</title><content type="html">«Um vintém é um vintém, um cretino é um cretino».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ocacifodopaulinho.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/manuel_machado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 293px;" src="http://ocacifodopaulinho.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/manuel_machado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pode deixar de comover a classe com que Manuel Machado subsume a vã filosofia do sucesso quantificável a um juízo desabridamente moralista. Que o dito tenha surgido na última pergunta da &lt;i&gt;flash interview&lt;/i&gt; é um dado a ser considerado na estilística do insulto em apreço. Convenhamos, provavelmente Jorge Jesus não merecia e pouco se lhe terá dado -- depois de mais uma goelada. Mas que se lixe, não é todos os dias que vemos uma personagem de Shakespeare descer do túnel. Num momento histórico em que as goleadas tendem a tornar-se banais, a emoção do espectáculo depende, como nunca, de insultos de rara beleza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-5647050878729769418?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5647050878729769418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/5647050878729769418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-1.html" title="6-1" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMRXk9cSp7ImA9WxNVF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-2396272067639878641</id><published>2009-10-23T18:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:48:04.769Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T00:48:04.769Z</app:edited><title>Walter Benjamin</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Com as convulsões da economia de mercado, começamos a apreender os monumentos da burguesia como ruínas, antes de eles realmente se desmoronarem." Walter Benjamin (1892-1949)&lt;/blockquote&gt;O optimismo hegeliano de Walter Benjamin vem-se mostrando baldado. Os monumentos desmoronam-se, terra queimada em derredor é o prato do dia, mas, aparentemente, já não há quem dê pelas ruínas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-2396272067639878641?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2396272067639878641?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2396272067639878641?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/walter-benjamin.html" title="Walter Benjamin" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECRHwyfSp7ImA9WxNVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1376548871597313554</id><published>2009-10-23T13:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:34:25.295+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T17:34:25.295+01:00</app:edited><title>Tudo isto é triste</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Eu era mais jogador em termos de drible quando comecei a carreira do que quando a acabei." João Pinto, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pontapé de Saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;João Pinto, explicando como a adaptação aos ritmos do futebol sénior acaba por truncar as possibilidades criativas dos jogadores em favor dos tempos e dos ritmos competitivos impostos na alta roda do futebol europeu. Escuso de explicar como estas declarações são importantes. Nada disto deve servir de prova atenuante ao homicídio perpetrado por Fergusson ao Anderson que há uns anos chegou ao aeroporto de Manchester. A inviabilidade de Quaresma fora do raio de acção do Porto explica-se muito por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Imagens de Arquivo, este jogador j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;á não existe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SuGq34pCyMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QQD8pf1h-eQ/s1600-h/anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SuGq34pCyMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QQD8pf1h-eQ/s320/anderson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395781705640626370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SuGpkTNaMsI/AAAAAAAAA_A/z3TeQ-lfSDg/s1600-h/anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1376548871597313554?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1376548871597313554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1376548871597313554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/tudo-isto-e-triste.html" title="Tudo isto é triste" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-XEUezSyA/SuGq34pCyMI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QQD8pf1h-eQ/s72-c/anderson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FSHo4fyp7ImA9WxNVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-6839705826055324596</id><published>2009-10-22T11:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:53:39.437+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T11:53:39.437+01:00</app:edited><title>Bíblia II</title><content type="html">António Lobo Antunes é hoje entrevistado por Judite Sousa no âmbito da apresentação do seu novo livro. O mínimo que podemos esperar que é confesse, enfim, que foi ele que escreveu a bíblia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-6839705826055324596?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6839705826055324596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/6839705826055324596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/biblia-ii.html" title="Bíblia II" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQX87fip7ImA9WxNVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-128818292392589943</id><published>2009-10-21T14:14:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:40:00.106+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T15:40:00.106+01:00</app:edited><title>Tempo de vida de uma relação: uma fórmula possível</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://euminkang.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/doisneau-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 376px;" src="http://euminkang.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/doisneau-031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O tempo que uma relação dura no tempo sucessivo não equivale à pegada que ela deixa, já o sabíamos. É verdade que relações não acontecidas podem deixar uma fundíssima  marca sentimental, do mesmo modo relações cheias de impossibilidades e impedimentos podem ser as mais marcantes, nisso  se sublinha o modo como o voluntarismo da  entrega escarnece os contextos e as "condições de possibilidade". O que me proponho a avaliar não é tanto a pegada sentimental, mas a pegada relacional. Faço-o a partir de algumas variáveis que, na verdade,  medem sim a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oportunidade de aprofundamento cúmplice de um casal&lt;/span&gt;. Trata-se de um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work in progress&lt;/span&gt; e espero chegar a uma fórmula que pondere mais justamente as variáveis em jogo. Contribuições serão bem vindas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim o tempo de vida de uma relação (TVR) é igual à duração da relação em dias (DR) vezes a razão entre o número de situações que o casal acordou junto (AJ) e o número de situações em que a relação foi decretada finda por um dos amantes (FR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo Vida Relação= Duração da relação* (Acordar Junto/Fim da Relação)&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja: TVR= DR*(AJ/FR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O valor obtido só tem significado relativo, isto é, comparativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Foto: Doisneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-128818292392589943?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/128818292392589943?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/128818292392589943?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/tempo-de-vida-de-uma-relacao-uma.html" title="Tempo de vida de uma relação: uma fórmula possível" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQX8zcSp7ImA9WxNVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-1767683778735522199</id><published>2009-10-20T16:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:52:40.189+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T16:52:40.189+01:00</app:edited><title>Estado Social</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="mainText"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"O aumento de propinas levou ao afastamento de alunos de famílias com baixos rendimentos.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De 1995 a 2005, período em que foi introduzido o modelo de propinas nas universidades, o ensino superior ficou mais elitista.&lt;/span&gt; Foi esta a conclusão apresentada por Belmiro Cabrito na sua intervenção no FES 2009, conferência dedicada ao financiamento superior organizada pela Universidade de Lisboa (UL)." &lt;a href="http://economico.sapo.pt/noticias/propinas-afastam-um-terco-dos-alunos-mais-pobres_72344.html"&gt;Diário Económico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-1767683778735522199?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1767683778735522199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/1767683778735522199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/estado-social.html" title="Estado Social" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HQ38zeCp7ImA9WxNVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-2660870844969484076</id><published>2009-10-20T08:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:05:32.180+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T09:05:32.180+01:00</app:edited><title>Bíblia</title><content type="html">Sinceramente não sei como se consegue falar de Levítico, do Livro de Job e do Evangelho de Marcos como se fossem o mesmo livro. Não sei como é que se consegue falar dos   dois Deuses referidos na  Bíblia como se fossem o mesmo. Oh sim, o sermão da montanha é só crueldades. Esmiúça, Saramago, esmiúça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-2660870844969484076?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2660870844969484076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/2660870844969484076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/biblia.html" title="Bíblia" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYEQ3g8fyp7ImA9WxNWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-8915506535389806465</id><published>2009-10-19T13:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:41:42.677+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T13:41:42.677+01:00</app:edited><title>Pequeno subsídio para  a pequena tipologia sexual masculina</title><content type="html">O Pedro Mexia de  volta à melhor forma (à atenção da Benedita Pereira) oferece-nos uma &lt;a href="http://a-leiseca.blogspot.com/"&gt;pequena tipologia sexual masculina&lt;/a&gt;. Não se deixem enganar, o  romântico, o agressivo e o perverso são a mesma pessoa deambulando em círculos. Até à ingenuidade desajeitada se pode voltar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-8915506535389806465?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8915506535389806465?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/8915506535389806465?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/pequeno-subsidio-para-pequena-tipologia.html" title="Pequeno subsídio para  a pequena tipologia sexual masculina" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGSXg7eSp7ImA9WxNWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-7681229275566741081</id><published>2009-10-19T02:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:15:28.601+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T03:15:28.601+01:00</app:edited><title>"Apocalypse: The Second World War"</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ngcasia.com/Files/Programmes/302.Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 184px;" src="http://www.ngcasia.com/Files/Programmes/302.Main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um &lt;a href="http://www.natgeo.pt/programas/apocalipse-segunda-guerra-mundial"&gt;documentário&lt;/a&gt; magistral em 6 episódios. Se puderem vejam a versão com locução em inglês:  aquela voz não existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-7681229275566741081?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7681229275566741081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7681229275566741081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/apocalypse-second-world-war.html" title="&quot;Apocalypse: The Second World War&quot;" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NRH07fCp7ImA9WxNWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-3357989258404655803</id><published>2009-10-15T14:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:38:15.304+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T14:38:15.304+01:00</app:edited><title>Em quê que ficamos?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK-s7kzGAJU/Sta1i2X2OJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pu9KJmwirI0/s1600/1IM0BjRUhprflouadrOk4pfQo1_500%2B%281%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK-s7kzGAJU/Sta1i2X2OJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pu9KJmwirI0/s1600/1IM0BjRUhprflouadrOk4pfQo1_500%2B%281%29.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://meninalimao.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-sei-que-vos-diga.html"&gt;roubadíssima&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-3357989258404655803?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3357989258404655803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/3357989258404655803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-que-que-ficamos.html" title="Em quê que ficamos?" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LK-s7kzGAJU/Sta1i2X2OJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pu9KJmwirI0/s72-c/1IM0BjRUhprflouadrOk4pfQo1_500%2B%281%29.gif" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFRnYyfCp7ImA9WxNWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-774691547009954344</id><published>2009-10-14T18:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:06:57.894+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T19:06:57.894+01:00</app:edited><title>Avulsos</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"E quando dou de caras com um "ex" na televisão, a explicar porque é que um candidato (o seu, claro) não ganhou aquela Câmara?&lt;br /&gt;Verifico que:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Está mais gordo.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Está velho.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Está com um aspecto desgastado.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Está do lado dos derrotados.&lt;br /&gt;Então sorrio. É assim que todos os "ex" devem estar. Ou, pelo menos, os que nos magoaram."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girls-go.blogs.sapo.pt/490921.html"&gt;Bad Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://girls-go.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-774691547009954344?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/774691547009954344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/774691547009954344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/avulsos_14.html" title="Avulsos" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHRnozeip7ImA9WxNWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502668.post-7158016046472955333</id><published>2009-10-11T23:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:38:57.482+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T03:38:57.482+01:00</app:edited><title>Santana Lopes</title><content type="html">As derrotas têm pouco poder de dissuasão em casos como o de Santana Lopes.  Mais do que exercer os cargos a que se candidata,  Santana Lopes gosta de se ver ao espelho na solenidade que eles conferem, já o sabíamos. Mas se acaso o poder lhe foge - o que tem acontecido e não por acaso - permanece nele o gozo pelo ritual político: pelos debates, pelas sondagens, pelas noites eleitorais e, claro,  o gozo pela atenção mediática. Enquanto a democracia lhe oferecer as devidas doses de palanques, câmaras e microfones, não serão as derrotas a demovê-lo. As próximas autárquicas ainda vêm longe e Santana Lopes, obviamente, não vai aguentar tanto tempo sem ir a votos. Sporting, PSD, condomínio: tudo boas hipóteses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502668-7158016046472955333?l=avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7158016046472955333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502668/posts/default/7158016046472955333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/santana-lopes.html" title="Santana Lopes" /><author><name>Bruno Sena Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14224200962467097926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08939354381198465864" /></author></entry></feed>
