<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 06:55:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Fabiolacústica: Na era da loucura</title><description>"O que for, quando for, é que será o que é." Alberto Caeiro</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-458770917425557513</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2014 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-19T14:58:17.645+01:00</atom:updated><title>Feliz Páscoa!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2014/04/feliz-pascoa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJ3M9FM5sArtR4N7yJ4g0nNDrSCynIFMtg4Mt8p1gQ1mTjHkKsKAKds0066DzunRjpxm3g9OtE7U7EqYsxrFQYVOro_lx4bDpjjeVIOUPYcY-jXDFav3z3It3DkphvvF4bzJZiQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-6921709223029994026</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2014 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-05T17:29:46.359+01:00</atom:updated><title>Acreditar no bem</title><description>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/uaWA2GbcnJU" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cada vez mais me parece que o segredo da felicidade está em "acreditar no bem". Não o digo de uma forma &lt;i&gt;naif,&lt;/i&gt;como se o percurso de alguém altruísta ou optimista fosse mágico e sem inquietações ou crises existenciais. Digo-o de uma forma quase metódica: dever-nos-íamos treinar&amp;nbsp;para acreditar no bem e perceber que, quando a ideia de&amp;nbsp;"mal" se sobrepõe à nossa crença no "bem", temos que parar para re-educar o olhar.&lt;/div&gt;
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E este vídeo vem mesmo a calhar na minha reflexão pessoal desta semana, no sentido em que resume, de uma forma romantizada, é certo, que a felicidade pode ser vivida através da simplicidade dos gestos de bondade.&lt;/div&gt;
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E, depois de uma semana de quaresma em que centrei a minha reflexão cristã no evangelho da &lt;a href="http://www.capuchinhos.org/biblia/index.php?title=Jo_9" target="_blank"&gt;cura do cego de nascença&lt;/a&gt;, urge renovar o olhar, "tornar a ver"/"re-ver" o mundo e perceber que a nossa acção pode acrescentar beleza - mais do que isso - a nossa vida pode ser um *"lugar de beleza".&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;* expressão usada pelo Papa Bento XVI, que pessoalmente adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2014/04/acreditar-no-bem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-2160077301722407114</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Dec 2013 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-18T23:32:32.594+00:00</atom:updated><title>A arte de viver no entretanto</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabioapereira/" target="_blank"&gt;fabioapereira&lt;/a&gt;@set13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todos conhecem a passagem de Saint-Exupery onde a Raposa se zanga com o Principezinho por ele ter chegado cedo demais, e assim não lhe ter dado tempo para um adequado “vestir o coração”. Essa é a mesma razão que leva a que este “tempo de espera” seja importante, pois é preciso tempo para arrumar a “casa interior”, e para alimentar o desejo de que o “Príncipe da Paz” nos traga a serenidade e a harmonia, a alegria e a atenção ao essencial que tantas vezes nos parece faltar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Filipe Martins, sj - &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.essejota.net/index.php?a=vnrhrlqqvkuivvqluprhrsqhutrhqqqkqruiqjrurqrtqhvvrhqqquugrmqvrvrn"&gt;A arte de viver no entretanto&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/12/a-arte-de-viver-no-entretanto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnXDIjTBRPYWQJGzrVb5TfrwgGoP_JY55SJyTM9hxbDLADEl4M91OskdCwkaZAH0zGsTVjt0cpBmcgARMXQTx_79rsaghridqKPId5xBYB5TebE-RyCTL799yodyI0JNAeotTGg/s72-c/IMG_8438130916.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-8860023264272568573</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2013 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-29T17:57:22.718+01:00</atom:updated><title>Se a felicidade fosse um vídeo...</title><description>... seria este!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Yp8zoatou2E" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
"Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me?"&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/09/se-felicidade-fosse-um-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-5161139128116098193</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2013 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-11T23:33:01.616+01:00</atom:updated><title>Tudo é real e tudo está certo</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabioapereira/8942164594/"&gt;fabioapereira&lt;/a&gt;@jun 2013&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando vier a Primavera, &lt;br /&gt;
Se eu já estiver morto, &lt;br /&gt;
As flores florirão da mesma maneira &lt;br /&gt;
E as árvores não serão menos verdes que na Primavera passada. &lt;br /&gt;
A realidade não precisa de mim. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sinto uma alegria enorme &lt;br /&gt;
Ao pensar que a minha morte não tem importância nenhuma &lt;br /&gt;
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Se soubesse que amanhã morria &lt;br /&gt;
E a Primavera era depois de amanhã, &lt;br /&gt;
Morreria contente, porque ela era depois de amanhã. &lt;br /&gt;
Se esse é o seu tempo, quando havia ela de vir senão no seu tempo? &lt;br /&gt;
Gosto que tudo seja real e que tudo esteja certo; &lt;br /&gt;
E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse. &lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, se morrer agora, morro contente, &lt;br /&gt;
Porque tudo é real e tudo está certo. &lt;br /&gt;
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Podem rezar latim sobre o meu caixão, se quiserem. &lt;br /&gt;
Se quiserem, podem dançar e cantar à roda dele. &lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho preferências para quando já não puder ter preferências. &lt;br /&gt;
O que for, quando for, é que será o que é. &lt;br /&gt;
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Alberto Caeiro</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/09/tudo-e-real-e-tudo-esta-certo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubWUsnG-i1Nx240ziqO-Dvw9L4-WejakIJJq6Ip7ymmDDQGWWlWXhW2gGRnTdAvktz3ta_QWv5dcv_CHLm7FiVsXTwy1Csh4L84ejPhAV0jHP9vXa8-K1X4Lgb4AeblD9UBgRLg/s72-c/IMG_5809130603_1resized.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-1396131692851937519</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Aug 2013 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-16T14:58:16.014+01:00</atom:updated><title>Sairmos de nós</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabioapereira"&gt;fabioapereira&lt;/a&gt;@jul 2013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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«Só há um modo de escapar de um lugar: é sairmos de nós.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Só há um modo de sairmos de nós: é amarmos alguém».&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mia Couto, In «A Confissão da Leoa»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/08/sairmos-de-nos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ezgB0oiq2c82QMR4rIAVrzQPP7Hbgxv8OngIlJHHZfuiog_D2gvaziA53-Zrmq5F2woDDfbFe_-XFP1oTOpU6N7KS92K_0NOWi9ejYsaDJPkd1Cg_meDQlIi6l28x09uoEWGyg/s72-c/IMG_7234130730.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-6571796767162391341</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jul 2013 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-19T21:04:44.540+01:00</atom:updated><title>Linhas tortas</title><description>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"Não sou o dono do mundo, mas sou um filho do dono&lt;br /&gt;Do verdadeiro Patrão, do verdadeiro Patrono."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linhas tortas - Gabriel, o Pensador&lt;/blockquote&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/07/linhas-tortas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-7994790621609224026</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jul 2013 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-05T21:32:32.186+01:00</atom:updated><title>Bienvenue</title><description>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"Je Veux d'l'amour, d'la joie, de la bonne humeur&lt;br /&gt;
c' n'est pas votre argent qui f'ra mon bonheur,&lt;br /&gt;
moi j'veux crever la main sur le coeur&lt;br /&gt;
allons ensemble, découvrir ma liberté,&lt;br /&gt;
oubliez donc, tous vos clichés,&lt;br /&gt;
bienvenue dans ma réalité!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/AQ9zeDd0mpg?rel=0" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/07/bienvenue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-833898244883736556</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2013 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-24T21:40:42.271+01:00</atom:updated><title>Don't let it happen</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07gUJAZAArWbVM_BL12zdfMLDUgdyYBlwXor0mBqPQDMJ6HUNnpwp4NQUIvdJKq-EVzfAAzEtx3c_5HeDqIbF1C-id9WKZNe45TifE7dEHsV-k0-ka5UDalN3eFehyp-cmSDtyQ/s1600/cZpw8wP.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07gUJAZAArWbVM_BL12zdfMLDUgdyYBlwXor0mBqPQDMJ6HUNnpwp4NQUIvdJKq-EVzfAAzEtx3c_5HeDqIbF1C-id9WKZNe45TifE7dEHsV-k0-ka5UDalN3eFehyp-cmSDtyQ/s640/cZpw8wP.gif" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"Hell happens when the evil of this world exceeds our belief that we can conquer it."&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci Demons@&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2094262/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt; - The Abyssinian&lt;/blockquote&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/05/dont-let-it-happen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07gUJAZAArWbVM_BL12zdfMLDUgdyYBlwXor0mBqPQDMJ6HUNnpwp4NQUIvdJKq-EVzfAAzEtx3c_5HeDqIbF1C-id9WKZNe45TifE7dEHsV-k0-ka5UDalN3eFehyp-cmSDtyQ/s72-c/cZpw8wP.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-9198742844709545271</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-15T01:35:58.542+01:00</atom:updated><title>Aal Izz Well</title><description>Rancho: That day I understood that this heart scares easily. You have to trick it, however big the problem is. Tell your heart, ‘Pal, aal izz well. Aal iz well.’&lt;br /&gt;
Raju: Does that solve the problem?&lt;br /&gt;
Rancho: No, but you gain courage to face it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;3 idiots@ &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1187043/?ref_=sr_1"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/05/all-izz-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhip_BU6nh-_sToxMkaZshT1x1WyCkIDkPYb2ehAvA8WmT4ZFXvrJDKksy8kcZ6TlWxO-ixGBxdCINMq0TzR9Yy6HzLMS2eH43g6NSH5MSu4Xofieft6PEfvFcsorxbrwT7ZoqFPg/s72-c/Imagem1.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-1519727186512748540</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-02T20:56:21.678+01:00</atom:updated><title>Live it up</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv01SVnuWiHMUlWVRHqt8J-otbk0Q41IrTeYljl5E5RH2AsSHObprptx6T93J2NyksDHPACzWkh14tpUqLFUrP52BmhzYhsjLg_IE1naK8UHIIoVr8BTgFcvauUIw5FrFG1sMhw/s1600/02012013-IMG_3538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv01SVnuWiHMUlWVRHqt8J-otbk0Q41IrTeYljl5E5RH2AsSHObprptx6T93J2NyksDHPACzWkh14tpUqLFUrP52BmhzYhsjLg_IE1naK8UHIIoVr8BTgFcvauUIw5FrFG1sMhw/s400/02012013-IMG_3538.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabioapereira"&gt;fabioapereira&lt;/a&gt;@jan 2013&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
"If you live it up, you won't live it down".&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Tom Waits, Hold on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/WPnOEiehONQ"&gt;http://youtu.be/WPnOEiehONQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/05/live-it-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv01SVnuWiHMUlWVRHqt8J-otbk0Q41IrTeYljl5E5RH2AsSHObprptx6T93J2NyksDHPACzWkh14tpUqLFUrP52BmhzYhsjLg_IE1naK8UHIIoVr8BTgFcvauUIw5FrFG1sMhw/s72-c/02012013-IMG_3538.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-7017475307597301680</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-30T01:30:00.580+01:00</atom:updated><title>Don't!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCjIhLUzFpirgy6tCjn4exMBhwhz4TueVOjj5xGxgEdwSn3n9ESRHR5obRRbglz9Vf1OS6WWz3IghW1kHZ_TvGhDMimVPimvvl01CeKhoDCTY0IEe7Mu8r9YCpFsXM2YBMy8Nfg/s1600/tumblr_lo92y4soze1qa49yoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCjIhLUzFpirgy6tCjn4exMBhwhz4TueVOjj5xGxgEdwSn3n9ESRHR5obRRbglz9Vf1OS6WWz3IghW1kHZ_TvGhDMimVPimvvl01CeKhoDCTY0IEe7Mu8r9YCpFsXM2YBMy8Nfg/s400/tumblr_lo92y4soze1qa49yoo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
Mary Elizabeth Frye&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/04/dont.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCjIhLUzFpirgy6tCjn4exMBhwhz4TueVOjj5xGxgEdwSn3n9ESRHR5obRRbglz9Vf1OS6WWz3IghW1kHZ_TvGhDMimVPimvvl01CeKhoDCTY0IEe7Mu8r9YCpFsXM2YBMy8Nfg/s72-c/tumblr_lo92y4soze1qa49yoo1_500.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-4081087512051199441</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-30T01:35:06.167+01:00</atom:updated><title>O perigo</title><description>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"Ai, que saudades! - diziam os judeus nas horas difíceis da caminhada no deserto - que eu tenho do antigamente." Por muito bom que tenha sido o passado, não pode impedir o futuro. De carro ou de comboio só posso ir a olhar para trás, a contemplar a paisagem, se não for eu a conduzir. Mas só eu posso conduzir a minha vida e não posso viver em marcha atrás. O perigo das experiências boas é que me contente com elas e não aspire a mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
NÃO HÁ SOLUÇÕES HÁ CAMINHOS,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Vasco Pinto de Magalhães, sj&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/04/o-perigo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-4072435715849870498</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-20T00:03:16.137+00:00</atom:updated><title>Tranquility</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqENwSDRtZ8bX13caIEPpqWZOu3SEl725fYlkrg_qGM9sTg4q7ToK9nU4KkBCL_YKQ9C2R7QPeUwf3wCSOyPiYMMVs8a2GLuLuPS0hDFjl8lol5C47klWRMnCObn83zHjxN-XVQ/s1600/8473780022_4d5bfaac35_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqENwSDRtZ8bX13caIEPpqWZOu3SEl725fYlkrg_qGM9sTg4q7ToK9nU4KkBCL_YKQ9C2R7QPeUwf3wCSOyPiYMMVs8a2GLuLuPS0hDFjl8lol5C47klWRMnCObn83zHjxN-XVQ/s400/8473780022_4d5bfaac35_z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabioapereira/"&gt;fabioapereira&lt;/a&gt;@ fev 2013&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
Because some of us are pirates and some of us are damned&lt;br /&gt;
But all of us, need all of us to ever find the land&lt;br /&gt;
And though the passage of good hope may seem&lt;br /&gt;
Like a needles eye&lt;br /&gt;
We're floating on tranquility&lt;br /&gt;
On this Beautiful night.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Beautiful night, Josh Ritter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/V0uzbn1KT64"&gt;http://youtu.be/V0uzbn1KT64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/02/needles-eye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqENwSDRtZ8bX13caIEPpqWZOu3SEl725fYlkrg_qGM9sTg4q7ToK9nU4KkBCL_YKQ9C2R7QPeUwf3wCSOyPiYMMVs8a2GLuLuPS0hDFjl8lol5C47klWRMnCObn83zHjxN-XVQ/s72-c/8473780022_4d5bfaac35_z.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-5601107249935066296</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-11T00:07:43.066+00:00</atom:updated><title>Little talks</title><description>WelI tell her that I miss our little talks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8Dw8qdmT_aY?rel=0" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2013/01/little-talks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8Dw8qdmT_aY/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-8073784415616383310</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2012 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-06T02:42:32.118+01:00</atom:updated><title>ɐɔılqúdǝɹ ɐ ɐʌıʌ</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
˙ɹǝɹɟos oʌod o ɹǝʌ ɹɐıɔǝɹdɐ ɐ ɹǝʌıʇsǝ nǝdoɹnǝ oãɹʇuǝɔ o éʇɐ lɐƃnʇɹod ǝp lɐɹǝunɟ o oãɹɐƃɐd sǝsǝnƃnʇɹod&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:ɐɹoɥ ɐɯıʇlú ǝp ɐıɔíʇou&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/10/lqud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-741285898800365971</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2012 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-05T23:14:28.582+01:00</atom:updated><title>Everybody lies</title><description>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="281" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/46872775?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
177 episódios em 7 minutos e pouco. Obrigado a quem produziu esta série (e este vídeo).&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lies.</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/09/everybody-lies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-7568307711662002162</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T01:53:33.418+01:00</atom:updated><title>Deus não é deus. É Deus.</title><description>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"Age como se tudo dependesse de ti, confia como se tudo dependesse de Deus."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
Santo Inácio de Loyola.&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/06/deus-nao-e-deus-e-deus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-3086847083667566984</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-18T00:43:19.087+01:00</atom:updated><title>Coisas simples</title><description>Às vezes espanto-me com a facilidade com que as coisas simples me provocam. Hoje, à espera de um autocarro que deveria ter partido às 21h15, sentado no Milenário, lá ia adiantando a minha vida. Descafeinado, caderno preto A5 - cheio de apontamentos diversos, &lt;i&gt;netbook&lt;/i&gt; aberto e um &lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt; que, pelas 21h, ainda era &lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt; e que deixava um extenso e preenchido &lt;b&gt;dia&lt;/b&gt; para trás.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E pergunto-me: "Queres melhor vida que isto?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Numa semana sem carro disponível, em que tenho que acordar mais cedo para apanhar um autocarro e que chego a casa sempre mais tarde, devido também ao facto de regressar pelo mesmo transporte matinal, apercebo-me de que tinha saudades disto... Da rotina quotidiana misturada com as pessoas da minha cidade. Sim! As pessoas! A azáfama de paragem de autocarro, a pressa de chegar... e saber que as coisas não dependem apenas de nós; um "boa noite" a um desconhecido e um sorriso inexplicável que encontra um bom e meigo abraço a chegar a casa.</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/05/coisas-simples.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-8513977255833966190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-25T21:44:29.309+01:00</atom:updated><title>Never mind the darkness</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;"So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;
We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;
Even cold November rain"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8SbUC-UaAxE?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/04/never-mind-darkness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8SbUC-UaAxE/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-5690324290227325124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 23:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-31T00:58:02.868+01:00</atom:updated><title>Noite</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1uxkMWmHwO2BLK10VE_lQrAiJX5SQp2i-cMGRIEZ99NxMJ2aP1THh10PoX9zl8H040F20YB2UEl-G_WvVVjwl3wiROXh9slucccA0-tpF7hpv2_04o2j2EOpQIG4rJ5zBvyoGA/s1600/pagela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1uxkMWmHwO2BLK10VE_lQrAiJX5SQp2i-cMGRIEZ99NxMJ2aP1THh10PoX9zl8H040F20YB2UEl-G_WvVVjwl3wiROXh9slucccA0-tpF7hpv2_04o2j2EOpQIG4rJ5zBvyoGA/s320/pagela.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
"Atravessamos a noite com uma vontade irreprimível de cantar!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
José Tolentino Mendonça&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/03/noite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1uxkMWmHwO2BLK10VE_lQrAiJX5SQp2i-cMGRIEZ99NxMJ2aP1THh10PoX9zl8H040F20YB2UEl-G_WvVVjwl3wiROXh9slucccA0-tpF7hpv2_04o2j2EOpQIG4rJ5zBvyoGA/s72-c/pagela.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-6179438003004100729</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-17T15:49:18.492+00:00</atom:updated><title>A mudança tem que começar no interior de cada um</title><description>&lt;iframe width="320" height="192" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5JdvNRNu4PA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ando aqui há uns dias sem saber por onde ir. Não percebo exactamente por onde se começa ou como se fala disto... Tudo à nossa volta grita a chegada a um limite qualquer que parece não chegar, anúncio de chegada esse que parece não mudar ninguém. Ninguém se importa, ou todos ignoram, ou ninguém quer ser incomodado. Sabemos que a consciência global tem que evoluir, mas queremos aguentar esta ordem de prioridades até não haver outra hipótese possível. Estamos na internet, no mundo inteiro, no Facebook, escrevemos mil citações de verdades universais que esquecemos no segundo a seguir, assistimos a vídeos que nos gritam novos horizontes mas não tiramos conclusões. Vemos televisão, as noticias preocupam-nos, irritam-nos ou inspiram-nos, entristecem-nos ou comovem-nos... mas quando nos questionam, fingimos não perceber. Sabemos que o mundo é como mar onde as ondas se propagam, vemos povos a lutar por justiça, por liberdade, mas não agimos perante a nossa própria prisão: Uma prisão de valores, onde nos orientamos por metas vazias, onde vazios caminhamos, devagar, sem paixão. Esquecemos a nossa educação, a nossa cultura, a nossa essência; queremos ser outras pessoas, ter outras coisas, outro dinheiro, outra vida, outros amigos, a opinião de outros... não acreditamos no tempo, não acreditamos na persistência, não acreditamos naquilo que é nosso. Sabemos que valemos muito mas não sabemos quanto valemos, não vamos à procura de saber, não sabemos como saber, não temos paciência para aprender e ir até ao sitio onde se percebe quanto se vale. Não temos paciência para acreditar e no meio disto tudo, temos sempre “Esperança”.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Mas que esperança é esta? Esperança de quê? De chegar onde? Para que serve? Não faltará, antes da esperança, a consciência de um fim? Um alvo profundo para apontar a seta? ...é por estas razões que é tão difícil para mim escrever sobre isto nesta altura. Se há esperança? Sim, acredito que há, sempre. Mas será da certa? Olho à minha volta e cada vez mais vejo que procuramos nos sítios errados qualquer coisa que o mundo não nos pode dar, qualquer coisa imaterial, que precisamos, e nos anuncie um novo tempo, uma nova Esperança:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;A esperança que o lado bom, finalmente se sobreponha ao lado mau. A esperança que quando se escolher, se escolha bem. Esperança que a gratificação interior da honestidade se revele mais sedutora que a sujidade mascarada do desvio, que a serenidade da certeza no caminho derrote esta busca frenética e desesperada pelo sucesso. Que a publicidade do “custe o que custar” seja também para bem do outro. Que o ser Humano seja uma qualidade e nunca uma fraqueza.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Sei que a mudança tem que começar no interior de cada um, sozinho. A esperança tem que ser de mim para mim, tenho que ser eu a mudar e a mostrar essa mudança ao próximo e ao mundo, no trabalho, em família, nos dias. Uma esperança humilde de quem é tudo o que consegue ser, sem arrependimento ou rancor. Deixemo-nos desta esperança confortável, egoísta e preguiçosa. Esperança tem que ser o momento exactamente antes da acção, esperança tem que me fazer dar o passo, o passo para um vazio de luz, o passo fruto do investimento, da perseverança, de uma fé. Para lá do cansaço o passo que tem que ser dado. O passo que se agradece de joelhos por afinal nunca estarmos sós. Não têm que ser os outros, tenho que ser eu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiago Bettencourt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/03/mudanca-tem-que-comecar-no-interior-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/5JdvNRNu4PA/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-8589216525926162557</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-30T22:34:29.631+00:00</atom:updated><title>Mi casa es tu casa [Cavalheiro]</title><description>&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=1159250790/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://cavalheiro1.bandcamp.com/track/lado-de-l"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Lado de lá by Cavalheiro&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/01/mi-casa-es-tu-cas-cavalheiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-5983018250770150329</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 23:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-25T23:17:51.025+00:00</atom:updated><title>Que luz!</title><description>&lt;object style="height: 290px; width: 440px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAJiphRVyhw?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAJiphRVyhw?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="440" height="290"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-luz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31319716.post-5233270943015751262</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-18T00:42:59.453+00:00</atom:updated><title>All this talk of getting old...</title><description>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ToQ0n3itoII?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"But I know I'm on a losing streak&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause I passed down my old street&lt;br /&gt;
And if you wanna show, then just let me know&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll sing in your ear again."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Verve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://fabiolapereyra.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-this-talk-of-getting-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fábio Pereira)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ToQ0n3itoII/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>