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Grocho Marx</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ocaocomeuolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ocaocomeuolivro.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871049199217129418/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ana Tarouca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530706427701903651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/PHYf" 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;AkUEQXw8cCp7ImA9WxNUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871049199217129418.post-6069301537793379144</id><published>2009-11-11T16:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:50:00.278Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T16:50:00.278Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><title>A galinha que atravessa todos os discursos</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od8cDT3ZrHM/Svicpy7YUZI/AAAAAAAAF1g/ExZfrO3KfS8/s1600-h/chickenreading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Od8cDT3ZrHM/Svicpy7YUZI/AAAAAAAAF1g/ExZfrO3KfS8/s400/chickenreading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A questão de aviário mais célebre da história da filosofia. Porque atravessa o frango a estrada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eis as teorias dos iluminados do passado e do presente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O frango atravessou a rua. Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Criança&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque sim."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Professora Primária&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque o frango queria chegar ao outro lado da rua."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Platão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque queria alcançar o Bem."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aristóteles&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque é da natureza do frango atravessar a rua."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Descartes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"O frango pensou antes de atravessar a rua, logo, existe."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rousseau&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"O frango por natureza é bom; a sociedade é que o corrompe e o leva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;atravessar a rua."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"A preocupação com o facto de o frango ter atravessado a rua é um&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sintoma de insegurança sexual."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Darwin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ao longo dos tempos, os frangos vêm sendo seleccionados de forma&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;natural, de modo que, actualmente, a sua evolução genética fê-los&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dotados da capacidade de cruzar a rua."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Einstein&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Se o frango atravessou a rua ou se a rua se moveu em direcção ao&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;frango, depende do ponto de vista... Tudo é relativo."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Eu tive um sonho. Vi um mundo no qual todos os frangos livres podem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cruzar a rua sem que sejam questionados os seus motivos. O frango&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sonhou."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Sabemos que o frango atravessou a rua para poder dispor do seu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;arsenal de armas de destruição massiça. Por isso tivemos de eliminar o&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;frango."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cavaco Silva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque é que atravessou a rua, não é importante. O que o país precisa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;de saber é que, comigo, o frango vai dispor de uma conjuntura&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;favorável. Não colocarei entraves para o frango atravessar a rua."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;José Sócrates&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"O meu governo foi o que construiu mais passadeiras para frangos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quando for reeleito, vou construir galinheiros de cada lado da rua&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;para os frangos não terem de a atravessar. Cada frango terá um&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;documento único de identificaçãoo e será avaliado e tributado de&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;acordo com a sua falta de capacidade para atravessar a rua."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mário Soares&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Já disse ao frango para desistir de atravessar a rua! Eu é que vou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;atravessar! Não vou desistir porque sei que os portugueses querem que&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eu atravesse outra vez a rua!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Manuel Alegre&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"O frango é livre, é lindo, uma coisa assim... com penas! Ele&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;atravessou, atravessa e atravessará a rua, porque o vento cala a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;desgraça, o vento nada lhe diz!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jerónimo de Sousa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"A culpa é das elites dominantes, imperialistas e burguesas que&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pretendem dominar os frangos, usurpar os seus direitos e aniquilar a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sua capacidade de atravessar a rua, na conquista de um mundo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;socialista melhor e mais justo!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Francisco Louçã&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque é preciso dizer olhos nos olhos que só por uma questão racista&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o frango necessita de atravessar a rua para o outro lado. É uma&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mesquinhice obrigar o frango a atravessar a rua!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Valentim Loureiro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Desafio alguém a provar que o frango atravessou a rua. É&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mentira...!!! É tudo mentira!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Paulo Bento&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"O frango atravessou a rua com naturalidade... Era isso que esperávamos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e foi isso que aconteceu, com muita naturalidade. O frango ainda é&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;muito jovem e estas coisas pagam-se caro, com naturalidade!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zézé Camarinha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Porque foi ao engate! É um verdadeiro macho, viu uma franga camone do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;outro lado da rua e já se sabe, não perdoou!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Só falta aqui Obama, mas como ele se recusou a prestar declarações sobre este dilema tão actual e transcultural, recorremos à sapiência da nossa&amp;nbsp;Lili Caneças:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"O frango atravessou a estrada porque se queria juntar aos outros mamíferos." :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Excerto da crónica de Ricardo Araújo Pereira para a Revista Visão desta semana. O texto completo &lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/armando-vara-na-vara-criminal=f535720"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bem malta, não puxem mais pela cabeça, já sabem o que é que eu quero pró Natal!!! :))))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871049199217129418-7247662102355864645?l=ocaocomeuolivro.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Olivier Rolin,&amp;nbsp;escritor francês de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: #222222; font-style: italic; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;62 ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-style: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;fala de literatura, língua, a verdadeira recompensa de um escritor e tradução:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não existisse a literatura, esqueceríamos a cada geração o que se passou. &lt;b&gt;Graças à literatura&lt;/b&gt;, podemos ser um homem ou uma mulher do século XX, ou do século XIX, eu posso ser Madame Bovary, Anna Karenina, Dom Quixote… – &lt;b&gt;posso ter mil vidas&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não fosse a literatura, apenas teria a minha pequena vida. É claro que também há o cinema, também há as outras artes, mas aquela que permite multiplicar a vida assim é a literatura".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;literatura é o que mantém o conhecimento e o amor pela &lt;b&gt;língua&lt;/b&gt;, e sabemos muito bem que agora as línguas estão cada vez mais esquecidas, são cada vez mais simplificadas, as pessoas utilizam um vocabulário cada vez mais reduzido.&amp;nbsp;Ora, é com a língua que pensamos, que reflectimos. Se temos muitas palavras e formas linguísticas e utilizarmos apenas algumas centenas ou milhares de palavras e de formulações muito simples, teremos também um pensamento muito simplista. A literatura é também aquilo que, no fundo, nos permite, através da língua, pensar. Tem uma importância enorme, mesmo que não sirva para nada. Serve para pensar, simplesmente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se um grande pintor ou um outro grande escritor me dissessem que tinham achado o meu livro magnífico, creio que seria uma grande recompensa. Creio que &lt;b&gt;o que mais honra um escritor&lt;/b&gt; é isso: era se, por exemplo, António Lobo Antunes me dissesse que gosta dos meus livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;tradução&lt;/b&gt;, o facto de o livro existir noutra língua e para outros públicos, que não são iguais, têm outro imaginário, fazem parte de outro mundo, para mim é muito importante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Prefiro ser traduzido em cinco, seis, dez línguas, ser bem traduzido, e ser lido nessas línguas, do que ser muito, muito lido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em Fran￧a. Se" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;em França. Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; puder escolher entre as duas coisas, prefiro esta, esse prolongamento da vida do livro que dá o facto de ser traduzido para inglês, português, espanhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.destak.pt/artigo/44807"&gt;Destak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...embora gastasse os guardanapos todos...a ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mais um criação do genial &lt;a href="http://www.chemamadoz.com/"&gt;Chema Madoz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrei hoje António Manuel Venda no Facebook&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já li &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Os Sonhos e Outras Perigosas Embirrações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; há uns anos e adorei. Este&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;romance publicado em 2000 pela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Temas e Debates&lt;/b&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;az parte da minha prazenteira bagagem e viagem livresca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aqui fica um excerto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;O mais certo é nem na outra vida se conseguir ter tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Isso não se sabe bem, porque de lá, da outra vida, segundo por aí se diz, só voltam os fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;
- Voltam os que voltam!&lt;br /&gt;
- Não, voltam todos. Os fantasmas voltam todos, por isso é que são fantasmas e têm aquelas particularidades absolutamente inegáveis, ainda que um pouco ambíguas, que depois os escritores aproveitam para os romances e que em alguns casos, mais cedo ou mais tarde, acabam nos ecrãs de cinema, ou pelo menos em séries de televisão. Se os cabrões não voltassem, está-se mesmo a ver, então é que não eram fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;
- ...&lt;br /&gt;
- Não sei se me fiz compreender?&lt;br /&gt;
- Claramente, senhor professor, claramente. E neste ponto deixo a conversa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Há mais &lt;a href="http://os-livros.blogspot.com/2007/06/livro-5-os-sonhos-e-outras-perigosas.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;E podem visitar o blogue do autor em &lt;a href="http://www.floresta-do-sul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Floresta do Sul&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É muito bom para encher um pouco mais a nossa mala de viagens pelos livros. E os fantasmas que sempre voltam não pesam na bagagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Aqui, o inferno mete sempre galinhas, as &lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/category/cartoons"&gt;Savage Chickens&lt;/a&gt; de Doug Savage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nesta profissão, a desorganização pode originar dissabores de proporções épicas! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/"&gt;Savage Chickens&lt;/a&gt; de Doug Savage&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="artigoTit" style="color: #4c1130; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas isto é uma mulher terráquea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="artigoTit" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 class="artigoIntro" style="color: #4c1130; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A manipulação digital de imagens está a criar aberrações que não existem. As mulheres têm carne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem&amp;nbsp;embelezar a questão: o Photoshop é hoje o maior inimigo das mulheres, um grande pantomineiro com os homens e veremos se não irá pôr em causa toda a estrutura conceptual que tem sustentado a reprodução da espécie ao impedir a atracção por um padrão de beleza feminina correspondente a mulheres reais e férteis. E quando estivermos à beira da extinção não se esqueçam de ir responsabilizar o costureiro francês amaneirado e o seu amigo nerd do computador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda há semanas o estilista Ralph Lauren foi obrigado a morder a almofada e a pedir publicamente desculpas por ter despedido uma modelo que engordara uns gramas e que depois ele não tinha tido alternativa senão 'emagrecê-la' digitalmente para uma campanha. Sejamos francos... Ao olhar para a &lt;b&gt;foto&lt;/b&gt; não podemos deixar de perguntar o que se passa de errado com esta gente. A bacia e cintura da modelo é menor que a cabeça. Anatomicamente não parece que aquilo se sustente de pé num planeta com a gravidade da Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E estão a mexer com a nossa estrutura mental ancestral que se projecta ainda nas nossas volúpias procriadoras, encobertas de decisões estéticas ou racionais. Os biólogos e antropólogos evolucionistas já conseguiram determinar que em muitas culturas a beleza feminina tem medidas idênticas e não determinadas por estilistas de alta-costura de ar enjoadinho. Os homens escolhem como beleza ideal a mulher que se situa no ratio 0.7 (cintura 70% das ancas), o que se deve efectivamente a uma ligação à fertilidade feminina, o que, já se sabe, se deve ao jeito que dá uma mulher com gordura nas ancas sobreviver a um ciclo de fome quando os mamutes dão às de vila-diogo. Mas, mas... O cocktail de estrogénio parece que dita que o ratio 0.9 tem um terço menos probabilidade de ser fértil que 0.8. É a beleza da coisa... Não é quanto mais larga melhor, dizem os dados científicos e não "os ditames do homem ocidental dominador".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já na passerelle apontam-se as armas aos distúrbios alimentares, atacam-se as modelos magricelas e pesam-se as miúdas como se fosse gado antes dos desfiles para determinar cegamente o seu Índice de Massa Corporal como se o IMC fosse panaceia para uma questão de base que é a imposição ideológica e sem contestação da perda das formas femininas - e, já agora, sem sequer terem questionado uma das partes interessadas, os homens. O Photoshop nem é tido como arguido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; O termo Photoshop vulgarizou-se de tal forma que é hoje usado com um sentido de demérito. No discurso masculino serve de alerta: "Cuidado... só a conheces da Net? Olha, ela lá está muito photoshopada." E no feminino é insulto desdenhoso. "Eu vi-a, mas ela precisa é de muito photoshop naquele corpinho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanto nos EUA como em França e Espanha discute-se se a questão da ética na manipulação das imagens digitais não deve então abranger a publicidade. Devem as imagens 'photoshopadas' (a partir de que distorção? de que aveludamento da perna da modelo?) ter um aviso de que são modificadas, dado o seu impacto na percepção dos consumidores, nomeadamente no ideal de beleza das adolescentes como é tanta vez referido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A questão é mais óbvia quando se aplica ao campo noticioso e a casos emblemáticos como foi o de escurecer sinistramente a cara de O.J. Simpson, na capa da "Newsweek" em 1994, ou de tirar o pneuzinho de Sarkozy em férias, como a "Paris Match" fez recentemente, ou mesmo esverdear os olhos de Sócrates num cartaz político.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O problema, reforço, está no impacto no inconsciente masculino. Brevemente vamos ter sonhos eróticos com mulheres cabeçudas com a pélvis do tamanho de uma galinha e estaremos deitados ao lado de aberrações com um ratio 0.7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei, rapazes, como iremos sobreviver ao choque de acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Retirado &lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/mas-isto-e-uma-mulher-terraquea=f544420"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Há por aí muitas adolescentes e mulheres adultas com distúrbios alimentares, anorexias e bulimias, devido à distorção da imagem corporal de que sofrem. Os exercícios de comparação do seu reflexo no espelho com as fotografias 'photoshopadas' que aparecem aos magotes nas revistas são penosos e enganadores. Abaixo o "photoshopanço"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito, muito bom...as irmãs Brontë surpreendem-me! Tendo em conta a época em que viveram, enquanto mulheres... apesar de presas à sua condição e a vidas difíceis, o que adivinhamos das suas mentes pelo que escreveram demonstra grande independência e liberdade de pensamento.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od8cDT3ZrHM/Su4mbRITPdI/AAAAAAAAFuo/Nzp97QTtzN8/s1600-h/poster-o-leitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Od8cDT3ZrHM/Su4mbRITPdI/AAAAAAAAFuo/Nzp97QTtzN8/s400/poster-o-leitor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um livro onde nada é preto no branco, em que é difícil condenar ou perdoar...e é aí que reside o seu encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fica aqui um excerto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="headline" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the first questions we face when we meet new acquaintances is "What do you do?" And according to how we answer, they will either be delighted to see us or look with embarrassment at their watches and shuffle away. The fact is, we live in a world where we are defined almost entirely by our work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This can be hugely liberating for people who are happily employed. But the problem for many of us is that we don't know what job we're supposed to do and, as a result, are still waiting to learn who we should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;. The idea that we have missed out on our true calling—that somehow we ought to have intuited what we should be doing with our lives long before we finished our degrees, started families, and advanced through the ranks—torments us. This notion, however, can be an illusion. The term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; came into circulation in a Christian context during the medieval period to describe the abrupt imperative people might encounter to devote themselves to Jesus' teachings. Now a secularized version has survived, which is prone to give us an expectation that the meaning of our lives might at some point be revealed in a ready-made and decisive form, rendering us permanently immune to confusion, envy, and regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I prefer to borrow from psychologist Abraham Maslow, who said: &lt;b&gt;It isn't normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult psychological achievement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="headline" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Continua &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/money/career/200911-omag-true-calling%20"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="headline" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito interessante, como a generalidade do que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Alain de Botton escreve. Já &lt;a href="http://ocaocomeuolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/ansiedade-do-status-status-anxiety-no.html"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;falei da minha leitura do seu livro&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Status Ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="headline" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fotografias sempre inesperadas de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chemamadoz.com/"&gt;Chema Madoz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No todo es lo que parece,&amp;nbsp;y Chema Madoz (Madrid,1958) se encarga de ponerlo en evidencia. Ocultos entre la cotidianeidad surgen nuevos mundos. Nuevas dimensiones que de la mano de la &lt;b&gt;metáfora&lt;/b&gt; alteran la percepción de la realidad más inmediata. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;El absurdo, la paradoja, el humor&lt;/span&gt; -por qué no la gregería- se dan cita en el estudio del fotógrafo. La idea inicia su proceso de superación del objeto y establece una descontextualización Dadá. La &lt;b&gt;ironía&lt;/b&gt; con la que Madoz asalta modelos reconocibles establece una relación con el espectador que le conduce por los caminos de un universo paralelo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, oh, enganei-me! Alguém tem corrector?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma cadeira com poesia, fantasia, ternura... um objecto que transcende a sua função!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;Augusto Meyer, in «À Sombra da Estante»&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Imagens do filme de animação &lt;b&gt;A Bela e o Monstro&lt;/b&gt;, com a princesa leitora da Disney.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A acompanhar o livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Booklife: Strategies and Survival Tips for the 21st Century Writer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jeff VanderMeer, existe o blogue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://booklifenow.com/"&gt;Booklifenow.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Booklife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; integrates discussion of the topics traditional to such manuals with how the landscape has changed as a result of the innovations of the electronic age. Although many of these changes are wonderful, it isn’t a uniformly positive development—new media can fragment you, disrupt your ability to be creative, and make you pursue tactical goals that don’t support your overall career. It also may be hard to determine how to be an effective advocate for your book without sacrificing what’s most important: your personal joy stemming from the creative impulse, your intimate relationship with your writing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Guardem nos favoritos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookshop.europa.eu/eubookshop/index.action?request_locale=PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" target="_blank"&gt;www.bookshop.europa.eu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mais &lt;b&gt;Garfield&lt;/b&gt;. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;As tiras de &lt;b&gt;Garfield&lt;/b&gt;, o gato mais encantadoramente egoísta, preguiçoso e cruel da história. E do seu dono socialmente desajustado a quem deviam oferecer o livro "Animais de estimação para tótós".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma criação deliciosa de Jim Davis.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Excertos da crónica de Ricardo Araújo Pereira, ilustre esmiuçador, na revista &lt;b&gt;Visão &lt;/b&gt;desta semana:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Quando eu nasci &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(eu sou da mesma colheita do RAP, mais ano menos ano, por isso identifico-me com o que ele aqui escreve)&lt;/span&gt; , Portugal estava na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Veio o PREC, e Portugal continuou na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Depois chegou alguma estabilidade, e aí Portugal continuou na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Entrámos na CEE, e permanecemos na &lt;b&gt;cauda &lt;/b&gt;da Europa. Vieram os governos de Cavaco Silva, mais os milhões comunitários, e - então sim - Portugal continuou na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Nisto, o PS voltou ao poder. E Portugal manteve-se na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. A seguir, o PSD regressou ao governo. E Portugal na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Depois, mais governos do PS até hoje. E Portugal firme na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Onde fica Portugal? Na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa. Não se sabe que bicho é a Europa, mas lá que tem uma &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; é garantido. E não há dúvidas nenhumas de que Portugal está nela sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como se explica este fenómeno da nossa longa estada na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa? Creio que só pode ser uma opção. E, sendo uma opção, tem de ser estratégica. É muito raro uma opção não ser estratégica. Já tivemos vários governos e regimes, e todos, sem excepção, optaram por nos manter na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt;. Deve haver um plano. Outros países, que não têm coragem de permanecer na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt;, foram avançando para a garupa. É lá com eles. Mais fica de &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; para nós.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A verdade é que alguém tem de ficar na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt;. E, no que diz respeito a &lt;b&gt;caudas&lt;/b&gt; de continentes, a estar nalguma que seja na da Europa. Temos a experiência, o talento e, pelos vistos, a vocação para estar na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt;. Seria uma pena desperdiçar décadas e décadas de prática. Será sensato que um país com o tamanho do nosso se aventure para fora da &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; da Europa? É importante não esquecer que é com a &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; que se enxotam as moscas. E que a &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt; consegue enxotar tudo, menos o que está na &lt;b&gt;cauda&lt;/b&gt;. Os pessimistas dirão: temos o último lugar garantido. Os optimistas hão-de notar que, ao menos, é um lugar. E que está garantido. Já não é nada mau".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não está aqui o texto todo e já contei 20 vezes "cauda" e uma "caudas": a repetição pode ser um recurso estilístico eloquente, ou não cantava agora Sócrates a modinha do "diálogo"! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp; crónica &lt;b&gt;Portugal, rabejador da Europa&lt;/b&gt; pode ser lida na íntegra &lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/portugal-rabejador-da-europa=f534148"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; como adoro a cabeça de perfil e os olhos fechados, o modo de dizer  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;!-- end st_tag_p --&gt; &lt;!-- begin st_tag_p --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Minha riqueza  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;!-- end st_tag_p --&gt; &lt;!-- begin st_tag_p --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;os dentes no meu ombro. Tudo treme no vento e se refaz, tudo se desarticula na água e permanece inteiro, os teus pés descalços nos pedais do carro, os calcanhares, um após outro, no apoio do lavatório para o creme das pernas, os pontinhos brancos que distribuis pela cara antes de os espalhar, o secador levantando o cabelo molhado, o modo de apertar o soutien nas costas numa habilidade de contorcionista, o nariz franzido vasculhando o frigorifico, uma joaninha num ramo de rosas, o modo rápido de lidar com os objectos e nisto, de repente, a surpresa de uma ternura vagarosa, ávida, os bicos do peito a crescerem, a mansa ferocidade dos dentes".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Excerto da crónica de António Lobo Antunes, &lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/gaivotas-pequeninas=f534149"&gt;Gaivotas pequeninas&lt;/a&gt;, publicada na Visão desta semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="artigoTit"&gt;          &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Leio e penso logo: Intimidade. Casal. Gestos quotidianos em comum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E fico a imaginar como serão as unhas de puta... :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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