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Nós portugueses, não
temos um Presidente da República, temos em seu lugar uma sombra, uma
virtualidade.

Em Belém habita uma
figura sinistra e deplorável, um não cidadão.

Um Presidente é um
político, um homem de ideias, com pensamento consistente, com obra.

Porque só com obra um
homem se expõe, só com obra ele existe, e quando existe, existe também a coragem
de ser, a rectidão de afirmar
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O homem que penhorou a retrete do Estádio das Antas e que seguindo a mesma linha   de pensamento excretou o programa eleitoral do PSD, o tal dos pentelhos, foi indicado para presidente do Conselho Geral e de Supervisão da EDP.
Vai receber 639 mil euros anuais que acumulará com a pensão de 9600 euros mensais.
Num país em profunda recessão, com 20 mil pessoas abaixo do limiar de pobreza, com 
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Escrevi este texto há algum tempo...



A Deus o Paraíso, ao
Diabo o Inferno, já o Purgatório é pertença de Anjos e Santos.

O Paraíso fica no
alto, o Inferno nas profundezas e o Purgatório no extremo ocidental da Europa.

Os “Purgatorieses”
não têm a consciência de habitar um espaço de expiação, por isso e também pela
vaga sensação de culpa, que por vezes os assalta, são cordatos e 
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Fui beber café a uma esplanada aqui em Évora, ao meu lado um conhecido relativo. Cumprimentei e perguntei se ele estava bem na esperança de ter como resposta um inócuo vai-se andando. Nada disso. O homem começou por sorrir, um sorriso melancólico, depois, o desfiar do rosário...
-Espero que não chova esta noite
-Então porquê? Vai à feira?
-Não! A minha companheira pôs-me na rua. Vai amanhã 
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Aprender a ler é um projecto de cultura.
não tem retorno imediato, é certo, carece de subsídios, é verdade, mas dá algum jeito haver alguém que saiba ler, interpretar um texto, alguém que consiga pensar além do aforro da formiga.
Porque será então que aprender a ler é um projecto de cultura?
Porque permite comunicação, homenageia a memória, alarga o futuro.
Como qualquer projecto de cultura, 
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Ainda não li o programa de governo, mas...

"...O Governo assume neste programa um registo de combate sereno e determinado às
injustiças. Temos a noção de que Portugal é em muitos planos, e não obstante os
progressos realizados, uma sociedade injusta e desigual. As políticas aqui enunciadas
visam tornar mais móvel a estrutura social, correspondendo assim a uma das
promessas mais nobres do regime
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Temos mesmo de ser aprumadinhos para que os nossos disparates sejam ouvidos?
Se estivermos fora do contexto modal e dissermos as coisas mais acertadas alguém nos leva a sério?
Levamos tão a sério essa treta de a mulher de César ter de parecer séria que já não ligamos à essência das coisas?
Se à época existisse televisão e internet e fb as movimentações Crísticas seriam consideradas uma acampada?
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Lava, líquido esbrazeado a galgar a cidade, tudo a arder.
Gente esbaforida a correr desordenada pelas ruas do centro histórico. Um tétrico clarão laranja a invadir os céus.
O Sertório e o Giraldo, S. Mamede, a Sé e Sto Antão, todo o casario em brasa. Do alto de São Bento as pessoas atónitas contemplam a cidade em chamas.
É o Suão que chega murmuram os velhos...
Mas da Acrópole chega uma música 
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Ontem na Assembleia Municipal de Évora, uma representante do povo do Concelho, Carmen Balesteros, questionou o Executivo acerca do destino anunciado do Centro de Artes Tradicionais; em que pé estão as obras? Que projecto museográfico está elaborado para o novel Museu do Artesanato e Design? Se estão a ser feitos novos 
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Não consigo entender esta questão toda à volta de Rui Tavares.
Em relação a Louçã não faz sentido. O coordenador da Mesa não é o BE e que eu saiba, não pretende sequer sê-lo.
As suas declarações são isso mesmo, suas... aliás, mesmo que fossem representativas de todos os aderentes, todos os simpatizantes, todos os eleitores que votaram Bloco nas últimas europeias, não seriam nunca motivo para tão
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Fernando Nobre sujeitou-se a dois escrutínios para ser eleito Presidente da Assembleia da República e não o conseguiu. Não obteve sequer a totalidade dos votos da sua bancada.Não foi uma derrota, foi a derrocada. Nobre perdeu de uma assentada a remota hipótese de afirmação política, perdeu parte substancial dos apoios ao seu negócio de família, perdeu a pouca credibilidade de que ainda 
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Se acabarmos com a diferença ficamos mais pobres, mais longe de ser felizes.
Debater é antes de mais saber ouvir, sem isso o debate transforma-se em imposição, poder-se-á pensar que nessas circunstâncias ganha que falar mais alto... mas não! Perdemos todos.
Não quero imposições na minha vida, nem me ajeito com imobilismos.
De facto tudo muda, se não olharmos em volta, não nos apercebemos da 
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Quer-se dizer, a liberdade não se toma às colheres, como o óleo de fígado de bacalhau, nem se esfrega na pele como um bronzeador, nem se receita a ninguém depois de uma invasão bem sucedida, como a democracia.A liberdade é e pronto! Assim, sem mais nem aquelas. Ou se é livre ou não, sem espaços intersticiais a preencher, sem justificações nem pausas para aclimatar a má consciência que possa 
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Estas eleições legislativas decorreram enquanto se negociou um resgate da dívida pública.Foi assinado pelo governo ainda em exercício um manifesto de entendimento com a EU, o BCE e o FMI. Esse manifesto pela sua extensão e minúcia não poderia nunca ter sido elaborado num espaço de quinze dias apenas, já vinha de trás, para que ele fosse aceite sem grandes convulsões sociais, precipitou-se a 
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Quando votamos para as legislativas, não votamos em pessoas, votamos em manifestos programáticos, em algo que gostaríamos de ver implementado durante a legislatura, existem mulheres e homens que corporizam esses manifestos, que lhes conferem ou retiram credibilidade, mas na sua essência o voto será sempre num manifesto e digo manifesto, porque se trata apenas de uma proposta, algo que depende 
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Ontem a Alexandra fez anos e resolveu dar uma festa.
E onde foi a festa?
Em casa?
Não!
Num restaurante?
Não!
No Pim Teatro?
Não!
Então onde?
Foi na rotunda do Raimundo, aquela dos esguichos, com a neo vulva do Cutileiro ao lado.
É verdade! Foi mesmo aí. Levaram-se comes e bebes e um bolo, levou-se também um cavaquinho e nós, os amigos, fomos aparecendo e cantando e comendo e bebendo... Ah!!! 
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Li com atenção e alguma perplexidade à mistura o post do "A Cinco Tons", "Vamos ao Pote Já".
Não me iludo com a avidez de muitos em relação às prebendas decorrentes do poder, para eles é natural, como é expectável falarem de meritocracia, ou o que quer que isso seja. É certamente uma variante da tecnocracia, algo asséptico, decorrente de escolhas determinadas pela desresponsabilização política 
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Enviei esta crónica para o jornal "Registo", só que incompleta, como é óbvio publicaram apenas o que receberam... publico-a aqui, agora para rectificar o meu erro. 
Consiste a homeopatia na cura através do semelhante, se temos gripe dão-nos pequenas gripes diluídas até que o organismo reaja e as suas defesas actuem, se temos uma dívida dão-nos pequenas dívidas diluídas até que a economia reaja
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a dúvida de Hamlet
príncipe relativo da Dinamarca
perdeu o sentido
agora já sem direcção

vetorial dilema
agora já sem o perfume do absurdo

apesar disso
Hamlet sobrevive
agora já sem cadeias de tragédia

pedras metamorfoseiam-se em aladas bóias
Ofélia vive
ou volátil flutua

viva Hamlet finalmente livre
viva Ofélia finalmente rindo
viva Eu que esta noite os convidei 
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Escrevi isto há uns tempos, não sei se publiquei se não. pouco importa, apetece-me...
Quem sou eu?O que faço aqui?Eu sou muitos. Sou todos aqueles que anseiam viver num espaço de liberdade, aberto, corajoso, capaz de se pôr em causa, de se despir de preconceitos e crescer humanamente com as diferenças que lhe dão forma e força.Sou os que sendo velhos, sobrevivem de velhas reformas dentro dos 
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Temos assistido este ano a múltiplos movimentos de protesto, movimentos de cidadania, movimentos de pessoas que se juntam e manifestam o seu descontentamento e o desejo de mudança e o desejo de fazerem parte dessa mudança.Para mim que sou um incurável romântico seriam a revolta do grande lago, do meu bem amado Mediterrâneo, mas não quero entrar por aí. Se bem que todos estes milhares de anos de 
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