<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Jan 2025 23:47:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Música</category><category>Literatura</category><category>Arte</category><category>História</category><category>Outros</category><category>Matemática</category><category>Antiguidades</category><title>O Significado das Coisas</title><description>The Meaning of Stuff * Die Bedeutung von Sachen * La Signification des Choses * Il Significato delle Cose * Det Menande av Saker  *  смысль вещей   *  De Betekenis van Dingen  * المعنى الأشيا  *  El Significado de las Cosas * כוונת הדברים</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-5801505487825515812</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-23T20:27:08.998+01:00</atom:updated><title>O Ouro do Douro</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSsHiiL7naND-R7iOJ-GcGQ-3jkSSdxKN0ppVc_PINszuzQNHAtlHDu4sgstPx9yr4reTwzN8eL9bQjlHxiabjpZMeiST4wNnHrcLsfDUB_kDhJBfvBCbs3SEKd5xGQfUQ9Z7Mdejtzo/s1600/ring.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 230px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSsHiiL7naND-R7iOJ-GcGQ-3jkSSdxKN0ppVc_PINszuzQNHAtlHDu4sgstPx9yr4reTwzN8eL9bQjlHxiabjpZMeiST4wNnHrcLsfDUB_kDhJBfvBCbs3SEKd5xGQfUQ9Z7Mdejtzo/s320/ring.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655636682005372114&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Para uma cidade que normalmente se compraz com Verdi e Chopin, o passado fim-de-semana foi extraordinário para a cidade do Porto porque houve finalmente…música a sério: a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt; Ring Saga, adaptação &quot;Dove e Vick&quot; do Anel do Nibelungo, de Wagner. Direcção musical de Peter Rundel e encenação de Antoine Gindt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Um Wagner leve, camerista, intimista. Não interessa se o próprio iria gostar, sabemos a resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 10pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;É um festival cénico admirável (e itinerante...passará agora por Estrasburgo, Paris, Saint-Quentin-en-Yvelines, Nimes, Caen, Luxemburgo e Reims).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-ouro-do-douro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSsHiiL7naND-R7iOJ-GcGQ-3jkSSdxKN0ppVc_PINszuzQNHAtlHDu4sgstPx9yr4reTwzN8eL9bQjlHxiabjpZMeiST4wNnHrcLsfDUB_kDhJBfvBCbs3SEKd5xGQfUQ9Z7Mdejtzo/s72-c/ring.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-674699098853358452</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-27T23:39:04.265+01:00</atom:updated><title>Down in Brazil</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/oDb6X7-Y6RY&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;230&quot; width=&quot;280&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O  CD deste Verão é ”Time Together”, onde ouvimos um velhote de 67  anos a chorar na sua suave música a cadela que perdeu. Queixa-se como  Vonnegut e é repetitivo como Jamal...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse extraordinário velhote é Michael Franks, neste vídeo em 1993, ao vivo, em Tóquio.    Precisamente nessa altura estava este blogger  “Down in Brazil”, mais concretamente no Recife, e que linda música se tocava…&lt;p style=&quot;margin:0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/08/down-in-brazil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/oDb6X7-Y6RY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6576290096351105649</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-10T22:44:15.492+01:00</atom:updated><title>Je changerais d&#39;avis</title><description>&lt;iframe width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/et82yRM3VTw&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/05/je-changerais-davis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/et82yRM3VTw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7158339854156456932</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-16T23:03:22.514+01:00</atom:updated><title>The Neil Hannon Show 3</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/2u1nqJxCf2o&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Novo marco. Desta vez sem vinho biológico, mas com três cervejas...e uma água.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neil Hannon ao vivo...a divina comédia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/04/neil-hannon-show-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/2u1nqJxCf2o/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7667900255810829559</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 23:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-20T23:38:05.760+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Neil Hannon Show 2</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; class=&quot;youtube-player&quot; type=&quot;text/html&quot; width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/JvX3M4bmtj8&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;The Certainty of Chance&quot;, ao vivo, em grande, com o texto (lúgubre...) de &lt;em&gt;La Dolce Vita&lt;/em&gt;, de Fellini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*...We need to live in a state of suspended animation like a work of art, in a state of enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;We have to succeed in loving so greatly that we live outside of time, detached...&lt;br /&gt;detached.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/01/neil-hannon-show-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/JvX3M4bmtj8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1436197855978406641</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T21:40:42.512+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Neil Hannon Show</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;280&quot; 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Liebestod, Wagner</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kujoQyRkKHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kujoQyRkKHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/XfQXArtjB5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/XfQXArtjB5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&quot; 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Que bom, um metrónomo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arranjo mágico do filme &quot;Barry Lyndon&quot; (1975), de Stanley Kubrick. Ralph Holmes/violino, Moray Welsh/violoncelo, Anthony Goldstone/piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/11/schubert-d-929.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2576595009783564446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2010 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-17T21:55:22.399+00:00</atom:updated><title>Armide, de Lully</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/S-702vbQTG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Excerto de Armide (1686), de Lully (1632-1687). William Christie com as  Arts Florissants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aos 5:00 começa a passacaille (parte inicial).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&#39;adore esta passacaille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&quot;Les plaisirs ont choisi pour asile,&lt;br /&gt;Ce séjour agréable et tranquille.&lt;br /&gt;Que ces lieux sont charmants pour les heureux amants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&#39;est l&#39;amour qui retient dans ses chaînes,&lt;br /&gt;Mille oiseaux qu&#39;en nos bois nuits et jours on entend,&lt;br /&gt;Si l&#39;amour ne causait que des peines,&lt;br /&gt;Les oiseaux amoureux ne chanteraient pas tant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeunes coeurs tout vous est favorable,&lt;br /&gt;Profitez d&#39;un bonheur peu durable,&lt;br /&gt;Dans l&#39;hiver de nos ans, l&#39;amour ne règne plus,&lt;br /&gt;Les beaux jours que l&#39;on perd sont pour jamais perdus&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/11/armide-de-lully.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Luis Filipe)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-8023248491384692492</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-08T23:24:45.837+00:00</atom:updated><title>Why is live worth living: Uma versão</title><description>Eis as preferências &quot;Why is live worth living&quot; no ponto de vista espantosamente subjectivo e volúvel deste que vos posta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Actor Comédia: Victor Borge (1909-2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Desportista: Natalia Shaposhnikova (1961)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3 - Música Clássica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ópera: Tristão e Isolda, de Richard Wagner (1813-1883) (gets me every time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oOGs8TtnwoI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;280&quot; height=&quot;230&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Instrumental: Piano Concerto Nº2, de Prokofiev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4- Música Popular: The way you look tonight (Kern, Fields, 1936)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5 - Cinema (categoria): Filmes franceses, com jovens starlettes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;6 – Livro: A Educação Sentimental, de Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), o livro mais recentemente lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Actor Drama: Kenneth Branagh (1960)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Cantor: Vinicius de Moraes (1913-1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Obra de Arte: Eduardo Viana (1881-1967), ou a pintura do início do século XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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