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"Geração à rasca foi a minha. Foi uma geração que viveu num país vazio de gente por causa da emigração e da guerra colonial, onde era proibido ser diferente ou pensar que todos deveriam ter acesso à saúde, ao ensino e à segurança social.

Uma Geração de opiniões censuradas a lápis azul. De mulheres com poucos direitos, mas de homens cheios deles. De grávidas sem assistência e de crianças 
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Ainda meio tonta, atravessou-o e viu uma miríade de pessoas. Todas vestindo cândidos camisolões e caminhando despreocupadas. Sem entender bem o que estava a acontecer, a executiva bem-sucedida abordou um dos 
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Há pessoas que não deveriam desaparecer.


A escritora, letrista  e actriz Rosa Lobato Faria, morreu recentemente aos 77 anos, depois de uma semana de 
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Excerto:
"A ideia era a seguinte. Os países menos desenvolvidos entrariam no euro, receberiam com isso estabilidade cambial, os níveis mais baixos de juros dos países mais avançados, e uma substancial redução dos custos de transacção e de incerteza das suas relações com o resto da união monetária e, por essa via, com o resto do 
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Na Suécia, o país em 2º lugar em qualidade de vida do mundo e que pensam muito bem em cada coroa sueca que gastam, mostram-nos como fazer acabamentos.

Apesar de poderem eles não fazem vida de “ricos”.

O dinheiro que se poupa nos acabamentos... Vejam o 
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Por Clara Ferreira Alves

"A minha história com Lisboa é uma história de amor que acaba mal.   
Começou bem, acaba mal. 

A minha primeira casa em Lisboa era uma casa em frente ao Jardim Zoológico, para as bandas de Sete Rios. Um pequeno apartamento que herdei de um amigo e onde instalei a minha primeira casa da idade adulta, que é uma casa que, compreensivelmente, nos enche de felicidade. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/494sh5lJyKp10ivygGioBRC-bNA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/494sh5lJyKp10ivygGioBRC-bNA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NuECru/~4/fDR0iSw9Uus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nucru.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-moderna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCRXc5eyp7ImA9WxJaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625177.post-9104048743831696353</id><published>2009-08-04T11:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:42:44.923+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T14:42:44.923+01:00</app:edited><title>Making Prisoners Pay — Literally</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1912065,00.html" title="Making Prisoners Pay — Literally" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/feeds/9104048743831696353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-prisoners-pay-literally.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/9104048743831696353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/9104048743831696353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NuECru/~3/8abeoK0jJeE/making-prisoners-pay-literally.html" title="Making Prisoners Pay — Literally" /><author><name>Fernando Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488438072262602751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1D7Kqm_seM/TWKvBd3lmMI/AAAAAAAAKEc/CJA6ulvjlDQ/s220/fm_2_web_1x1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5bZEqQOy3E/SngVtR3pzQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EujamxxTQlg/s72-c/madoff_bill_0721.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Uma ideia absolutamente genial! E tão simples... Podiam aplicar isto cá com uma alteração: os condenados com rendimentos acima de determinada fasquia pagariam a sua "estadia" mais a de outro recluso, como coima acessória, ou seja, em dobro.Com a quantidade de ricos criminosos que temos as instituições prisionais equilibrariam o orçamento, permitindo-lhes fazer obras, melhorando assim algumas 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vN9G2yHBJMjK7JzqVfpwE8WelxQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vN9G2yHBJMjK7JzqVfpwE8WelxQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NuECru/~4/hNtUG1Ya0Cc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nucru.blogspot.com/2009/07/segunda-feira-passada-meio-da-tarde.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBRnY4fCp7ImA9WxJaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625177.post-8286059709992651084</id><published>2008-10-15T17:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:40:57.834+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T12:40:57.834+01:00</app:edited><title>Por favor, não governem mais!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/feeds/8286059709992651084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-favor-no-governem-mais.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/8286059709992651084?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/8286059709992651084?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NuECru/~3/UyUrOx0lnV8/por-favor-no-governem-mais.html" title="Por favor, não governem mais!" /><author><name>Fernando Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488438072262602751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1D7Kqm_seM/TWKvBd3lmMI/AAAAAAAAKEc/CJA6ulvjlDQ/s220/fm_2_web_1x1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r5bZEqQOy3E/SngWNEDVdcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XLyoej5Obrs/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">«(...) E quem sentiu a necessidade urgente de mais auto-estradas a rasgar todo o interior já deserto, de um novo aeroporto para Lisboa, de um TGV de Lisboa para Madrid, outro do Porto para Vigo e de uma nova ponte sobre o Tejo para o servir? Quem foi que andou a gritar “gastem-me o dinheiro dos meus impostos a fazer auto-estradas, pontes, aeroportos e comboios de que não precisamos”? Porque razão
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PQhaeezGnrm9T6_AQ2bn951-p3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PQhaeezGnrm9T6_AQ2bn951-p3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NuECru/~4/zvTfJ8XW3-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nucru.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-os-tempos-mudam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcARnkyeCp7ImA9WxJaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625177.post-8703403729242570755</id><published>2008-10-10T00:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:37:27.790+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T14:37:27.790+01:00</app:edited><title>DESARROLLO-PORTUGAL: Lejos de Europa</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/feeds/8703403729242570755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/2008/10/desarrollo-portugal-lejos-de-europa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/8703403729242570755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/8703403729242570755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NuECru/~3/qvxdmjBRAOM/desarrollo-portugal-lejos-de-europa.html" title="DESARROLLO-PORTUGAL: Lejos de Europa" /><author><name>Fernando Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488438072262602751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1D7Kqm_seM/TWKvBd3lmMI/AAAAAAAAKEc/CJA6ulvjlDQ/s220/fm_2_web_1x1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5bZEqQOy3E/Sng5jnO6SxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zrl8SEgi6x0/s72-c/produt_hor.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"LISBOA, 21 sep (IPS) - Indicadores económicos y sociales periódicamente divulgados por la Unión Europea (UE) colocan a Portugal en niveles de pobreza e injusticia social inadmisibles para un país que integra desde 1986 el ”club de los ricos” del continente.Pero el golpe de gracia lo dio la evaluación de la Organización para la Cooperación y el Desarrollo Económicos (OCDE): en los próximos años 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h5MoOVWuxrFV1i1xvnlCenubbFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h5MoOVWuxrFV1i1xvnlCenubbFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NuECru/~4/b9ita9rcAHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://nucru.blogspot.com/2008/10/verdade-sobre-as-escolas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENQXc4fyp7ImA9WxJaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625177.post-3292747935008323876</id><published>2008-10-09T08:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:18:10.937+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T20:18:10.937+01:00</app:edited><title>O discurso actual (e do futuro)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/feeds/3292747935008323876/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nucru.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-discurso-actual-e-do-futuro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/3292747935008323876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625177/posts/default/3292747935008323876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NuECru/~3/97av-F65LhY/o-discurso-actual-e-do-futuro.html" title="O discurso actual (e do futuro)" /><author><name>Fernando Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488438072262602751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1D7Kqm_seM/TWKvBd3lmMI/AAAAAAAAKEc/CJA6ulvjlDQ/s220/fm_2_web_1x1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r5bZEqQOy3E/Snx5E7HBmfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KZVg_Ora_PA/s72-c/kidstudy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"Eu axo q os alunos n devem d xumbar qd n vam á escola. Pq o aluno tb tem direitos e se n vai á escola latrá os seus motivos pq isto tb é perciso ver q á razões qd um aluno não vai á escola. primeiros a peçoa n se sente motivada pq axa q a escola e a iducação estam uma beca sobre alurizadas.  Valáver, o q é q intereça a um bacano se o quelima de trásosmontes é munto montanhoso? ou se a ecuação é 
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