<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:59:03.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>da minha aldeia</title><subtitle type='html'>Da minha aldeia vejo quanto da terra se pode ver no Universo...
Por isso a minha aldeia é tão grande como outra terra qualquer
Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo
E não, do tamanho da minha altura...
Alberto Caeiro
&lt;a href="mailto:minhaaldeia@hotmail.com"&gt;email da minha aldeia&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-8216428478764436961</id><published>2010-02-07T14:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:23:54.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Prospero's Books de Peter Greenway</title><summary type='text'>A conjugação genial de imagem e textos é apanágio do realizador Peter Greenway. Um dos melhores realizadores de sempre. Aqui fica um trecho do Prospero's Books de 1991.




"The Pillow Book" de 1996 é outro grande filme de Peter Greenway.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4I75Rvb0zo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/8216428478764436961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=8216428478764436961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/8216428478764436961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/8216428478764436961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2010/02/prosperos-books-de-peter-greenway.html' title='Prospero&apos;s Books de Peter Greenway'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-3573915431774778738</id><published>2010-02-01T18:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:06:11.593Z</updated><title type='text'>As cartas de Van Gogh na net</title><summary type='text'>Já aqui falamos no passado da cartas de Van Gogh (ver ao lado 03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004). Mas agora um manancial enorme de correspondência que mantinha com o irmão Theo e com outros amigos, escritores e pintores, nomeadamente Paul Gaugin, está disponível na net. São cartas que para além de muito bem escritas (proeza menos conhecida de Van Gogh), vêm muitas das vezes acompanhadas com desenhos e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/3573915431774778738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=3573915431774778738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3573915431774778738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3573915431774778738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-aqui-falamos-no-passado-da-cartas-de.html' title='As cartas de Van Gogh na net'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/S2cXupodr7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tS2Kv-EdPWY/s72-c/VanGogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-1622469600943834989</id><published>2010-01-07T11:17:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:47:39.205Z</updated><title type='text'>Rainer Maria Rilke</title><summary type='text'>"... a vida só se pode tornar arte quando primeiro se torna trabalho."Rainer Maria RilkeAs "Cartas a um Jovem Poeta" (Edições Quasi) deliciam-nos com toda a eloquência deste grande escritor. São escritas tendo como destinatário Franz Xaver Kappus (jovem poeta) mas, sentimos que são dirigidas a nós e suscita em nós todo o tipo de reflexões.A Literatura epistolar é ainda "o patinho feio" da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/1622469600943834989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=1622469600943834989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1622469600943834989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1622469600943834989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2010/01/rainer-maria-rilke.html' title='Rainer Maria Rilke'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/S0XVu4XhjgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LnIP7s5Em2w/s72-c/Rilke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-6698806521254964018</id><published>2010-01-06T11:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:18:19.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Juventude de Joshep Conrad</title><summary type='text'>Joshep Conrad mostra-se exímio na arte do conto. Em Juventude, narra a história e as vicissitudes do jovem Marlow, quando este assumia com entusiasmo pela primeira vez o posto de segundo comandante, de uma tripulação que tinha como objectivo levar uma carga de carvão até Bangladesh, num navio chamado Judea. Marlow preteriu um elegante navio britânico por uma esconsa barca, mas com a promessa de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/6698806521254964018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=6698806521254964018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/6698806521254964018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/6698806521254964018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2010/01/juventude.html' title='Juventude de Joshep Conrad'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/S0RxL7nnd9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/67OHDt22g1Y/s72-c/conradphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-657116094455262114</id><published>2010-01-02T14:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:13:23.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Inglorius Bastards</title><summary type='text'> O último grande filme de Tarantino, Inglorius Bastards (Sacanas sem Lei), é também um dos melhores filmes da sua já brilhante carreira e mais um clássico do cinema. Uma história na Segunda Grande Guerra Mundial serve de palco para toda a tremenda sofisticação de Tarantino. E essa é a grande novidade neste filme porque junta todo o poder das imagens, na herança de Kill Bill, ao poder da linguagem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/657116094455262114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=657116094455262114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/657116094455262114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/657116094455262114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2010/01/inglorius-bastards.html' title='Inglorius Bastards'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/Sz9UShoUfTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xV5I_jRbJhs/s72-c/inglorious_bastards_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-7980690305427049477</id><published>2009-10-20T14:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:35:23.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girlfriend Experience</title><summary type='text'>Uma novidade no cinema, que para meu espanto pouco se fala aqui em Portugal, o filme “The Girlfriend Experience”.  Bem… para alguns certamente não será novidade, mas para mim foi uma novidade em toda a linha. Considero mesmo, que este filme é uma pequena pérola do cinema.O filme realizado por Steven Soderbergh, trata da história de uma prostituta de luxo (Sasha Grey) que marca encontro com os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/7980690305427049477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=7980690305427049477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7980690305427049477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7980690305427049477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/10/girlfriend-experience.html' title='The Girlfriend Experience'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/St2707wwGzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NT1afhX3LKs/s72-c/thegirlfriendexperience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-3317831956305669921</id><published>2009-09-18T12:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:48:23.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esmiuçar os Sufrágios</title><summary type='text'>Os Gato Fedorento, já começaram a esmiuçar os sufrágios (e esmiúçam muito bem, por sinal) num registo que faz lembrar o The Daily Show com Jonh Stewart (um programa de humor americano com muita qualidade, e totalmente politizado). E ainda bem, porque todos os episódios até agora têm sido hilariantes, e como consequência, um sucesso. É deveras gratificante ver, em altura de campanha eleitoral, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/3317831956305669921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=3317831956305669921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3317831956305669921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3317831956305669921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/09/esmiucar-os-sufragios.html' title='Esmiuçar os Sufrágios'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SrNyhnuDpfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hHvMpXnr7Lc/s72-c/gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-7807098729686088425</id><published>2009-09-09T16:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:15:59.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corte do Norte</title><summary type='text'>Neste livro, Agustina Bessa-Luís conta-nos a misteriosa história de Emília de Sousa, através de quatro gerações. Emília de Sousa era uma bela prostituta, por quem Almeida Garret se apaixonou e transformou-a na grande actriz dos finais do sec. XIX. Mais tarde, casa-se com uma das mais proeminentes figuras da Madeira, o abastado Gaspar de Barros e muda o nome para Rosalina de Sousa a “Baronesa do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/7807098729686088425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=7807098729686088425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7807098729686088425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7807098729686088425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/09/corte-do-norte.html' title='A Corte do Norte'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SqfGPSj1dxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O_eEQ64G6XA/s72-c/BessaLuis01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-1528174444491165429</id><published>2009-07-21T14:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:05:03.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk The Line</title><summary type='text'>Só há poucos dias vi o filme “Walk the Line” e reitero a opinião geral de que é um grande filme. A história, é a biografia do cantor Johnny Cash (Joaquin Phoenix) e a história de amor deste com a cantora June Carter (Reese Witherspoon). À partida, e apesar da vida de Johnny Cash ser assunto para uma película de cinema, devido à difícil relação com o pai, a perde trágica do irmão, os problemas com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/1528174444491165429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=1528174444491165429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1528174444491165429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1528174444491165429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-line.html' title='Walk The Line'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SmW8AbziuwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oBbb9o85HrA/s72-c/WalkTheLine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-8757452213716272320</id><published>2009-07-14T16:23:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:01:40.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dos maiores assassinos, acusado em Haia</title><summary type='text'>Charles Taylor, o antigo autocrata da Libéria foi hoje acusado em Haia de crimes de guerra contra a humanidade. O rol de acusações inclui: homicídio, recrutamento de crianças soldado, exploração sexual das mulheres e trabalho escravo para a exploração diamantífera. As atrocidades perpetradas por Charles Taylor na guerra civil são das mais hediondas que se possa imaginar. As vítimas, tanto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/8757452213716272320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=8757452213716272320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/8757452213716272320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/8757452213716272320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-dos-maiores-assassinos-acusado-em.html' title='Um dos maiores assassinos, acusado em Haia'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SlyvADYjRII/AAAAAAAAAEs/1a4gp7wr3SI/s72-c/liberianpresident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-7507217984186306072</id><published>2009-07-07T10:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:42:08.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Libéria</title><summary type='text'>A Libéria (do latim, “terra livre”) é um país Africano criado pelos Estados Unidos da América por volta de 1916, com o intuito de fazer emigrar os escravos libertados no país, apesar da abolição ter chegado apenas em 1860. Esta medida reveste-se de carácter profiláctico e não altruísta. É que segundo a opinião da época, receava-se que esses negros não se integrassem na sociedade, e que daí </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/7507217984186306072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=7507217984186306072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7507217984186306072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7507217984186306072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/07/liberia.html' title='Libéria'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SlMXYatQMLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zceJGbFc60s/s72-c/liberia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-3388294072478124748</id><published>2009-06-19T20:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:50:17.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegoria das três idades</title><summary type='text'>Obra do pintor renascentista Ticiano do século XVI.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/3388294072478124748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=3388294072478124748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3388294072478124748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3388294072478124748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/06/alegoria-das-tres-idades.html' title='Alegoria das três idades'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SjvpsmbsEKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sggUfi6GGr0/s72-c/Ticiano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-4633432299058014185</id><published>2009-06-07T20:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:14:06.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Che - Guerrilha (parte 2)</title><summary type='text'>Bolívia é o último reduto do guerrilheiro. Steven Soderbergh continua a biografia sobre Che Guevara (Benicio Del Toro). Uma visão com um estilo um pouco asséptico, sobre a história de comandante Che Guevara, mas que descreve os factos que ocorreram na Bolívia, o que correu mal, e o que desencadeou na morte do guerrilheiro.Ernesto Guevara, Ministro da Indústria, Presidente do Banco Nacional e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/4633432299058014185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=4633432299058014185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/4633432299058014185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/4633432299058014185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/06/che-guerrilha-parte-2.html' title='Che - Guerrilha (parte 2)'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SiwabPbCO5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7NBXrMK1E1E/s72-c/che2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-3825064490149198380</id><published>2009-06-05T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:54:29.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do caso Alexandra</title><summary type='text'>A noção de lei, pode ter tanto de bom como de leviana.Ela tem em princípio um carácter inibitório como regulador do caos (e esta é a sua mais valia) mas, quando a lei se torna numa espécie de corpo fechado desenvolve um poder arrasador, que em muitos casos submete o homem, negligenciando-o, apenas porque tem de fazer valer o seu organismo.A lei então não se torna apenas cega, mas obsessiva com a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/3825064490149198380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=3825064490149198380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3825064490149198380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3825064490149198380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-caso-alexandra.html' title='Do caso Alexandra'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-1234497364121228806</id><published>2009-05-27T18:03:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:55:43.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de Adriano</title><summary type='text'>Esta obra de Marguerite Yourcenar, é uma enorme torrente de génio literário. Uma das melhores narrativas, que cruza história e ficção com a habilidade e a prosa desta grande escritora. Assim entramos na própria cabeça de Adriano e magicamente andamos ao sabor das suas cogitações. Uma obra fabulosa e imprescindível.Adriano imperador romano, com a saúde debilitada, sente que o seu fim está próximo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/1234497364121228806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=1234497364121228806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1234497364121228806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1234497364121228806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorias-de-adriano.html' title='Memórias de Adriano'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/Sh2nfP1eOEI/AAAAAAAAACk/ywJguENNaCE/s72-c/yourcenarlivro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-5243523723011358562</id><published>2009-05-21T16:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:04:49.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>João Bénard da Costa</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/5243523723011358562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=5243523723011358562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/5243523723011358562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/5243523723011358562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/05/joao-benard-da-costa.html' title='João Bénard da Costa'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/ShVtfK_loSI/AAAAAAAAACM/48nlHHCTCGQ/s72-c/joao+benard+da+costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-6474371459777445228</id><published>2009-05-20T15:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:43:43.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O pequeno traidor</title><summary type='text'>Após a Segunda Grande Guerra, há uma grande afluência de judeus à “terra prometida”. Na Palestina Britânica, Inglaterra tenta conter a imigração sionista, mas em 1947 e segundo a resolução da ONU, forma-se o Estado de Israel.Realizado em 2007 por Lynn Roth e baseado na obra “Pantera no porão” de Amos OZ, conta com Alfred Molina e Ido Port nos principais papéis.Proffi (Ido Porty) é uma criança, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/6474371459777445228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=6474371459777445228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/6474371459777445228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/6474371459777445228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-pequeno-traidor.html' title='O pequeno traidor'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/ShQWcqr4UsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3Poda-pLnJc/s72-c/pequenotraidor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-588774878191488525</id><published>2009-05-14T17:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:55:02.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Che - O argentino (parte 1)</title><summary type='text'> Steven Soderbergh, incide a luz sobre a mítica personagem histórica Ernesto Che Guevara (Benicio Del Toro) e clarifica um pouco qual foi o seu papel na revolução cubana para derrubar a ditadura de Fûlgencio Baptista. O filme com cerca de duas horas, baseado no livro de Che "Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War” faz uma justa e correcta abordagem histórica do que foi a revolução cubana. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/588774878191488525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=588774878191488525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/588774878191488525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/588774878191488525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/05/che-o-argentino.html' title='Che - O argentino (parte 1)'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SgxMRd-irFI/AAAAAAAAABc/s31G9bQF7Zg/s72-c/CheFidel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-1393159792513089429</id><published>2009-05-05T12:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:01:45.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os fuzilamentos de três de Maio, do pintor Francisco Goya.Napoleão invadiu a Espanha em 1808 e subjugou a monarquia espanhola às suas ordens. No dia 2 de Maio de 1808, o povo madrileno revolta-se e tenta impedir a saída para França do infante D. Francisco de Paula de Bourbon, ordenada pelos franceses. A 3 de Maio as tropas francesas para reterem o levantamento, atiram sobre os sublevados. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/1393159792513089429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=1393159792513089429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1393159792513089429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/1393159792513089429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/05/os-fuzilamentos-de-tres-de-maio-do.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SgAqIsoBn3I/AAAAAAAAABU/gv06uSHfHV0/s72-c/Goya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-3529794439561496625</id><published>2009-04-27T22:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:06:41.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fracasso de Slumdog Millionaire</title><summary type='text'>O bom cinema não tem que ter necessariamente uma câmara em movimento, a correr pelos bairros de lata de Bombaim. Penso que o grande premiado “Slumdog Millionaire” de Dany Boyle é um fracasso. A abordagem que faz da miséria e da violência é redutora e “Slumdog Millionaire” limita-se a contemporizar-se com elas. E estabeleço aqui um paralelo, porque parece-me a mim, que há aqui uma aproximação a um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/3529794439561496625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=3529794439561496625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3529794439561496625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/3529794439561496625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/04/slumdog-millionaire-quem-quer-ser.html' title='O Fracasso de Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SfYjtoovK4I/AAAAAAAAABE/ELOYZlYBS0E/s72-c/slumdog-million-globe.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-4210768202594732883</id><published>2009-04-17T16:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:16:11.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirataria nos dias de hoje</title><summary type='text'>Para enterdermos melhor o que se passa ao largo do Oceano Pacífico, “In the Pirate's Den” é o nome de uma excelente peça do melhor jornalismo de vanguarda. Já agora, ver também "Chinatown, Africa", a invasão de mão-de-obra chinesa em Angola.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/4210768202594732883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=4210768202594732883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/4210768202594732883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/4210768202594732883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/04/pirataria-nos-dias-de-hoje.html' title='Pirataria nos dias de hoje'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-2077671523475924446</id><published>2009-04-07T23:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:14:02.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolucionary Road</title><summary type='text'>Sam Mendes inspirou-se no romance de Richard Yates, para realizar um filme tocante, onde contracenam nos principais papéis Leonardo DiCaprio (Frank Wheeler) e Kate Winslet (April Wheeler). Frank e April Wheeler são um jovem casal dos anos cinquenta, que depois do casamento e passado algum tempo, vão se encontrar num estilo de vida completamente abnegado e conformista, algo que nunca haviam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/2077671523475924446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=2077671523475924446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/2077671523475924446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/2077671523475924446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/04/revolucionary-road.html' title='Revolucionary Road'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SdvP-LcKGRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ud3tdHGGgSk/s72-c/RevolutionaryRoad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-2068654800297403915</id><published>2009-04-04T15:43:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:26:33.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai um café?</title><summary type='text'>  O regresso Da Minha Aldeia brinda todos os leitores, assíduos ou ocasionais, com uma chávena de café.    Nem de propósito. O mais recente estudo da Universidade do Minnesota (USA), revela que o café pode ajudar a proteger contra doenças cardiovasculares, reduz o risco de morte por inflamação e possui ainda antioxidantes importantes na prevenção do cancro.   O que ainda não está bem esclarecido </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/2068654800297403915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=2068654800297403915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/2068654800297403915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/2068654800297403915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/04/vai-um-cafe.html' title='Vai um café?'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/Sdd5TA2_g0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/64dp3xEUsUw/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-7282937168125226642</id><published>2009-03-30T16:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:57:35.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida</title><summary type='text'>Jonh Patrick Shanley trouxe à tela de cinema, o argumento criado originalmente para teatro e premiado pelo Pulitzer de Teatro.    O excelente desempenho deste elenco, apetece dizer, não deixa qualquer dúvida (Philip Seymor Hoffman, Meryl Streep e Amy Adams). Dúvida deixa sim, a academia, ao não atribuir nenhum Oscar depois de cinco nomeações. O Oscar de melhor actriz foi bem atribuido a Kate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/7282937168125226642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=7282937168125226642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7282937168125226642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/7282937168125226642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2009/03/duvida.html' title='Dúvida'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8nyHqMDm0o/SdDrouSD42I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wam3ZpF7uho/s72-c/Doubt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113639389103007366</id><published>2006-01-04T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:58:11.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Jean Michel Basquiat "Logo"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113639389103007366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113639389103007366&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113639389103007366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113639389103007366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2006/01/jean-michel-basquiat-logo.html' title='Jean Michel Basquiat &quot;Logo&quot;'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113579160477548289</id><published>2005-12-28T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T17:40:04.786Z</updated><title type='text'>De regresso, com Lobo Antunes</title><summary type='text'>De volta a este blog que soçobrou durante este mês de Dezembro, deixo a minha leitura de um livro que acabei de ler há dias, a "Exortação aos Crocodilos" de António Lobo Antunes. Um tipo de narração fragmentada é a marca distinta de um livro nada fácil de absorver, e, que valeu a António Lobo Antunes a nomeação para Prémio Nobel da Literatura. Atordoante pelas múltiplas vozes narrativas, cria um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113579160477548289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113579160477548289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113579160477548289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113579160477548289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/12/de-regresso-com-lobo-antunes.html' title='De regresso, com Lobo Antunes'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113326202622312216</id><published>2005-11-29T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:00:26.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Anjos na América</title><summary type='text'>O post anterior trata-se de um diálogo entre Roy (Al Pacino) e Belize (Jeffrey Wright) num excerto da mini-série Anjos na América.Não tive a oportunidade de acompanhar a série na RTP 2, vi em concentrado (dvd), por isso desculpem-me o anacronismo, mas a série é delirante, fantástica. Apostando em actores já reconhecidos como Meryl Streep, Emma Thompson e o já mencionado Al Pacino, apresenta ainda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113326202622312216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113326202622312216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113326202622312216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113326202622312216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/anjos-na-amrica.html' title='Anjos na América'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113317334194765335</id><published>2005-11-28T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:22:22.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Posso pedir-lhe uma coisa, senhor?-Senhor?-Como são as coisas... depois?-Depois?-Esta miséria acaba?-Inferno ou céu? É como São Francisco.-Uma cidade. Que bom. Estava preocupado que fosse um jardim. Detesto essa merda.-Uma grande cidade, cheia de ervas daninhas, mas ervas daninhas florescentes. A cada esquina, uma multidão destroçada... e qualquer coisa nova e perversa, a ascender diagonalmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113317334194765335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113317334194765335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113317334194765335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113317334194765335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/posso-pedir-lhe-uma-coisa-senhor.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113276352849047679</id><published>2005-11-23T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:32:08.500Z</updated><title type='text'>A Queda / A Ascensão</title><summary type='text'>Ontem à noite a RTP 1 passou o filme “A Queda”. De facto é um bom programa para Terça à noite mas, e há sempre um mas, é pena que o filme tenha que passar tão tarde, começou às 23.30h acabou cerca das 2h. Para quem tem que se levantar de manhã cedo, não é um horário muito apropriado.Em suma, o filme relata os últimos dias da vida de Hitler e o desmoronamento do Terceiro Reich, onde conta com a já</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113276352849047679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113276352849047679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113276352849047679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113276352849047679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/queda-ascenso.html' title='A Queda / A Ascensão'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113222316959423689</id><published>2005-11-17T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:32:34.673Z</updated><title type='text'>A ociosa odalisca de Ingres V</title><summary type='text'>A fonte de Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres 1856</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113222316959423689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113222316959423689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113222316959423689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113222316959423689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/ociosa-odalisca-de-ingres-v.html' title='A ociosa odalisca de Ingres V'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113145190421987557</id><published>2005-11-08T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:15:58.336Z</updated><title type='text'>La Haine - O ódio</title><summary type='text'>Uma dica para entender o que se passa em França. Um filme de Mathieu Kassovitz de 1995 (selecção oficial de Cannes).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113145190421987557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113145190421987557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113145190421987557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113145190421987557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-haine-o-dio.html' title='La Haine - O ódio'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113138431324134065</id><published>2005-11-07T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:26:01.923Z</updated><title type='text'>"A morte de Marat"</title><summary type='text'>Jean Paul-Marat que pertencia à ala mais radical da Revolução Francesa, os jacobinos, é homenageado pelo seu amigo David com o apaixonante quadro “A morte de Marat”. Marat tinha uma doença de pele que o obrigava a permanecer várias horas na banheira, numa das inúmeras vezes que aí permanecia, Charlotte Corday, militante do partido moderado dos girondinos, fazendo passar-se por uma admiradora que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113138431324134065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113138431324134065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113138431324134065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113138431324134065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/morte-de-marat.html' title='&quot;A morte de Marat&quot;'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113109969992947346</id><published>2005-11-04T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:21:39.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Terrae Motus - 1775</title><summary type='text'>   Pouco sabia sobre o Terramoto de 1755 que abalou Lisboa. Mas fico agora impressionado com alguns comentários que têm surgido à luz do mediatismo, que a empresa merecidamente lhe tem dado. É assombrosa a repercussão imediata que esta manifestação física teve na sobrevida da população lisboeta da época e o efeito que teve em toda a Europa nos mais variados sectores.    Nas ruas destruídas por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113109969992947346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113109969992947346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113109969992947346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113109969992947346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/11/terrae-motus-1775.html' title='Terrae Motus - 1775'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-113033595488284185</id><published>2005-10-26T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:12:34.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>os pombos que se ouviam lá em cima no sótão, rumorejavam conversas sobre si, se os iam matar. tinha qualquer coisa a ver com a humidade ou do que lá nascia, de terras húmidas. ouviram falar de gripe sobre nenúfares lamacentos. não podiam aspergir fosse o que fosse. iam de certo os matar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/113033595488284185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=113033595488284185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113033595488284185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/113033595488284185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/10/os-pombos-que-se-ouviam-l-em-cima-no.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112920413140518466</id><published>2005-10-13T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:48:51.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O assassínio de Richard Nixon</title><summary type='text'>Samuel J. Bicke (Sean Penn), vê no Presidente Richard Nixon o culpado para o seu drama, decide então planejar o seu assassínio.Um filme dirigido por Niels Mueller, com uma representação perturbante de Sean Penn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112920413140518466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112920413140518466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112920413140518466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112920413140518466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-assassnio-de-richard-nixon.html' title='O assassínio de Richard Nixon'/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112860469078572301</id><published>2005-10-06T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:38:47.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nu ReclinadoJean Francois Millet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112860469078572301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112860469078572301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112860469078572301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112860469078572301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/10/nu-reclinado-jean-francois-millet.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112670943636544608</id><published>2005-09-14T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:54:41.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ociosa odalisca de Ingres IVAs linhas formais inscritas na arraigada formação neoclássica de Ingres, contém uma impetuosidade romântica e por vezes maneirista. Vejamos  este estudo para “O Banho Turco”, um corpo que permanece ao estilo maneirista, numa posição sempre insustentável. Só toda a junção desses corpos no trabalho final, sugere-nos o bafo lânguido e quente do “O Banho Turco”, o calor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112670943636544608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112670943636544608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112670943636544608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112670943636544608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/09/ociosa-odalisca-de-ingres-iv-as-linhas.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112669021993343310</id><published>2005-09-14T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:30:19.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passeio por ruas desmoronando-se em delapidados esgotos, por entre prédios de que se foge pois caem-nos em cima. Por entre toscos rostos que nos medem e condenam, por entre lojas fechadas, mercados fechados, cinemas fechados, jardins, cafés, exibindo às vezes poeirentos cartazes justificativos. Fechado para obras, fechado para renovação… Que género de renovação? Quando termina a tal obra, a tal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112669021993343310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112669021993343310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112669021993343310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112669021993343310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/09/passeio-por-ruas-desmoronando-se-em.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112626615391387733</id><published>2005-09-09T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:42:33.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A eros de um realista IJean François MilletA Banhista</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112626615391387733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112626615391387733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112626615391387733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112626615391387733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/09/eros-de-um-realista-i-jean-franois.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112610366776806265</id><published>2005-09-07T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:35:41.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Figure AAngelo Murphy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112610366776806265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112610366776806265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112610366776806265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112610366776806265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/09/figure-angelo-murphy.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112602083301924016</id><published>2005-09-06T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:33:53.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A memória ficcionadaA nossa memória é resultado daquilo que vivemos mais aquilo que ficcionamos. Aqui, entendo a imaginação com o papel fundamental de ficcionar a memória. A memória que temos hoje da nossa infância por exemplo, não será a mesma que teremos daqui a vinte ou trinta anos. E a vida não é na realidade o que vivemos, mas sim aquilo que lembramos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112602083301924016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112602083301924016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112602083301924016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112602083301924016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/09/memria-ficcionada-nossa-memria.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112548155313145700</id><published>2005-08-31T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:45:53.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miguel Torga o transmontano que amava a sua terra, puxou para livro em 1941, as histórias dessa terra. “Contos da Montanha” traz pela mão do mestre, a riqueza e a cor de um povo. Faz apalavrar a maneira de ser daqueles gentes em vários contos que se lêem de uma assentada. Mostra nesta ficção as ricas personagens que o habitam, as insídias, venturas e desventuras que fazem a história de um povo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112548155313145700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112548155313145700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112548155313145700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112548155313145700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/miguel-torga-o-transmontano-que-amava.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112505151490440160</id><published>2005-08-26T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:16:03.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DiferençasFica aqui a casual semelhança entre dois homens que influenciaram o mundo de maneiras muito diferentes, Che e Cristo, mas que enlaçam ambos um fim igualmente dramático. Uma imagem de Freddy Alborta, falecido há dias e outra do pintor renascentista Andreas Mantegna.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112505151490440160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112505151490440160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112505151490440160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112505151490440160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/diferenas-fica-aqui-casual-semelhana.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112496567698054747</id><published>2005-08-25T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:03:22.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ociosa odalisca de Ingres IIIIam discorrendo letras, palavras, frases. Doíam-me os olhos de as seguir. Só a verdade do corpo singelo que me esperava, é que pôs termo na diligência abnegada de procurar para os outros a forma exacta de comunicar. Elaborava eu um qualquer manancial de informação, quando ela num arroubo se expôs e prendia-me naquele dédalo luminoso, quente e afogueado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112496567698054747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112496567698054747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112496567698054747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112496567698054747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/ociosa-odalisca-de-ingres-iii-iam.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112480420781041431</id><published>2005-08-23T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:40:10.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relato de um náufragoGabriel Garcia Marquez   É uma boa leitura para férias e lê-se de uma assentada.   É também um texto dos menos conhecidos de Gabriel Garcia Marquez e, faz  o relato dos dez dias porque passou Luís Alejandro Velasco, após ter caído de um navio em alto mar. Gabriel Garcia Marquez narra na primeira pessoa e de forma impressionante a solidão e desespero porque passou Luís Velasco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112480420781041431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112480420781041431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112480420781041431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112480420781041431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/relato-de-um-nufrago-gabriel-garcia.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112470865479645863</id><published>2005-08-22T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:04:14.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Invejo-lhe a virtude e o modo ufano com que ele vai calcorriando as inúmeras páginas dos seus diários. Falo, é claro, de Miguel Torga. Admiro-lhe a incomensurável voz da consciência, que podia bem ser a nossa, a dos portugueses.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112470865479645863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112470865479645863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112470865479645863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112470865479645863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/invejo-lhe-virtude-e-o-modo-ufano-com.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112316910181384793</id><published>2005-08-04T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:51:16.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FériasBem… Isto de andar um ano inteiro a blogar também cansa.Aqui, “da minha aldeia” vai tudo para férias. Lá para o dia 22 estaremos de volta. Contudo, se até lá se demitir um ministro e eu não blogar sobre isso, já saberão porquê.Entretanto levo na bagagem, além de alguma roupa, alguns livros para ler sobretudo naqueles momentos em que estar na praia torna-se entediante. Então, arrasto comigo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112316910181384793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112316910181384793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112316910181384793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112316910181384793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/frias-bem-isto-de-andar-um-ano-inteiro.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112297528125349088</id><published>2005-08-02T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:35:35.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NanocélulasO Cavalo de TroiaDescobriu-se recentemente, uma forma eficaz na luta contra o cancro, apenas testada em ratinhos de laboratório. Criou-se uma espécie de Cavalo de Tróia contra os tumores. É um medicamento que funciona em duas fases, a entrada no tumor e destruição dos vasos sanguíneos que alimentam o tumor e, a segunda, com a libertação de um químico já dentro do tumor para o destruir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112297528125349088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112297528125349088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112297528125349088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112297528125349088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/08/nanoclulas-o-cavalo-de-troia-descobriu.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112262487393456567</id><published>2005-07-29T09:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:23:59.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ociosa odalisca de Ingres IIMais um corpo luminoso, uma beleza sensual, “A grande Odalisca”. Rodeada de objectos exóticos, a Odalisca ociosa olha o contemplador, provoca-o, deixa-se mostrar de forma concisa e delicada. É assim que Ingres apreende as suas formas,  como neoclassicista procura nestas odaliscas uma beleza absoluta e, a linha é a sua melhor forma de expressão.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112262487393456567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112262487393456567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112262487393456567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112262487393456567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/ociosa-odalisca-de-ingres-ii-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112202811617414611</id><published>2005-07-22T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:28:36.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angelo Murphy - Head VI</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112202811617414611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112202811617414611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112202811617414611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112202811617414611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/angelo-murphy-head-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112202071287396490</id><published>2005-07-22T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:25:12.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Eu também poderia escrever, para acrescentar monstros meus àqueles que percorrem o fundo dos mares com as suas patas silenciosas. Aquele homem estraga os olhos sobre as páginas para onde transcreve as suas obsessões com a tinta lamacenta de tinteiros com fundo viscoso de borra, como um café turco. Tem vindo a estragá-los na penumbra das bibliotecas, com as pálpebras avermelhadas. Escreve com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112202071287396490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112202071287396490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112202071287396490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112202071287396490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/eu-tambm-poderia-escrever-para.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112177945066027791</id><published>2005-07-19T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:24:10.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Misteriosa Chama da Rainha LoanaEste é o título do último romance de Umberto Eco, editado em Portugal pela Difel.Um homem de meia-idade tem um acidente vascular cerebral e perde toda a memória biográfica, ou afectiva. Lembra-se de todos os factos históricos, cita “de cabeça” passagens de variados livros, mas não se consegue lembrar do seu próprio nome, nem reconhece a mulher e os filhos. Começa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112177945066027791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112177945066027791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112177945066027791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112177945066027791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/misteriosa-chama-da-rainha-loana-este.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112144298956031678</id><published>2005-07-15T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:56:29.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Às duas por três e à custa de Tom Waits lembrei-me também de Pixies. Sem termo de comparação, é claro, esta é outra grande banda com um potencial criativo exequível. Assumem uma postura simples e descomplicada, para fazer um som frenético e cheio de energia. Vão estar cá em Paredes de Coura no dia 17 de Agosto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112144298956031678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112144298956031678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112144298956031678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112144298956031678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/s-duas-por-trs-e-custa-de-tom-waits.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112117585521605723</id><published>2005-07-12T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:44:15.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O fantástico Hooger Brugge aqui</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112117585521605723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112117585521605723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112117585521605723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112117585521605723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-fantstico-hooger-brugge-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112056475268237565</id><published>2005-07-05T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:59:12.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CatsCradle - Angelo Murphy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112056475268237565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112056475268237565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112056475268237565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112056475268237565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/catscradle-angelo-murphy.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112048575219754243</id><published>2005-07-04T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:19:45.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um mapa para o Sistema Solar?...É curioso como não temos a noção das distâncias astronómicas entre planetas ou até entre galáxias. Estamos habituados a ver a representação do sistema solar nos manuais escolares, onde os planetas estão todos a mais ou menos à mesma distância, próximos uns dos outros. Se criássemos um mapa do sistema solar, à escala, com a Terra do tamanho de uma ervilha, Plutão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112048575219754243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112048575219754243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112048575219754243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112048575219754243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/um-mapa-para-o-sistema-solar.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112024215302512983</id><published>2005-07-01T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:22:33.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112024215302512983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112024215302512983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112024215302512983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112024215302512983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112017830201391544</id><published>2005-07-01T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:39:45.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morandi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112017830201391544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112017830201391544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112017830201391544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112017830201391544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/07/morandi.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-112013727737788880</id><published>2005-06-30T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:17:08.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esta velha angústiaEsta velha angústia,  Esta angústia que trago há séculos em mim,  Transbordou da vasilha,  Em lágrimas, em grandes imaginações,  Em sonhos em estilo de pesadelo sem terror,  Em grandes emoções súbitas sem sentido nenhum. Transbordou.  Mal sei como conduzir-me na vida  Com este mal-estar a fazer-me pregas na alma!  Se ao menos endoidecesse deveras!  Mas não: é este estar entre,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/112013727737788880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=112013727737788880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112013727737788880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/112013727737788880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/esta-velha-angstia-esta-velha-angstia.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111943251610216907</id><published>2005-06-22T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:32:09.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MementoUm filme extraordinário, construído sobre fragmentos da memória da personagem principal. Leonard e a sua mulher são vítimas de um assalto, ela morre e ele sobrevive mas, a partir de então, passa a sofrer de uma doença que o impede de gravar na memória factos recentes. Em seguida, parte numa jornada pessoal a fim de descobrir o assassino da sua mulher para poder vingá-la.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111943251610216907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111943251610216907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111943251610216907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111943251610216907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/memento-um-filme-extraordinrio.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111901464873872153</id><published>2005-06-17T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:25:08.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angelo Murphy - Head II</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111901464873872153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111901464873872153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111901464873872153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111901464873872153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/angelo-murphy-head-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111883039556340481</id><published>2005-06-15T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:13:42.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eugénio de Andrade1923-2005A par deste delíquio eterno de figuras públicas, Vasco Gonçalves, Álvaro Cunhal, não poderemos esquecer, Eugénio de Andrade.“Cai o silêncio nos ombros”, de um dos poetas portugueses mais lidos em todo mundo. Uma poesia quase inocente, muito lírica, que lembra a voz flautada com que ele a recitava. Não é para mim um poeta de eleição, mas é lhe reconhecida e merecida toda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111883039556340481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111883039556340481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111883039556340481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111883039556340481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/eugnio-de-andrade-1923-2005-par-deste.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111876110611551511</id><published>2005-06-14T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:40:57.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Álvaro CunhalMorreu o maior político português. Certamente o último, para quem a política era um meio e um fim para melhorar a vida dos portugueses. Deu tudo à política e nada lhe pediu em troca. Na clandestinidade, foi um resistente, pôs em risco a sua vida. Esteve preso. Fugiu. Foi sempre controverso, muito controverso. Nunca foi um homem volúvel às politiquices fáceis dos dias de hoje. Símbolo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111876110611551511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111876110611551511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111876110611551511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111876110611551511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/lvaro-cunhal-morreu-o-maior-poltico.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111874957793852382</id><published>2005-06-14T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:46:17.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111874957793852382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111874957793852382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111874957793852382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111874957793852382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111780502281610187</id><published>2005-06-03T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:23:33.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ociosa odalisca de Ingres IIngres não se limitava a aplicar um valor anatómico nos seus nus, não se circunscrevia apenas aos ditames neoclássicos, expressava mesmo um grande erotismo. No final da sua carreira e cada vez mais, havia qualquer coisa de romântico e exótico. Era por isso um pintor muito controverso na sua época. Ingres torna o observador numa espécie de “voyeur”, “A Odalisca com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111780502281610187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111780502281610187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111780502281610187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111780502281610187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/ociosa-odalisca-de-ingres-i-ingres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111771928357056946</id><published>2005-06-02T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:40:36.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111771928357056946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111771928357056946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111771928357056946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111771928357056946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111757076787545682</id><published>2005-05-31T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:19:27.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YellowstoneNos anos 60, um cientista chamado Bob Christiansen vivia muito intrigado com o facto de não conseguir encontrar o vulcão do Parque Natural de Yellowstone em lugar algum. Na mesma altura a NASA andava a testar câmaras de grande altitude, tirando a fotografias a Yellowstone, por simpatia enviaram algumas cópias para o Parque Natural. Quando Christiansen viu as fotografias, percebeu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111757076787545682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111757076787545682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111757076787545682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111757076787545682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/yellowstone-nos-anos-60-um-cientista.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111744182225280163</id><published>2005-05-30T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:30:22.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111744182225280163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111744182225280163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111744182225280163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111744182225280163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/goya_30.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111721153104393164</id><published>2005-05-27T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:32:11.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pasta de dentes radioactivaNo início do séc. XX, a radioactividade não era entendida como nociva. Pensava-se que a energia retirada de elementos radioactivos só poderia ser benéfica. Chegou-se mesmo a usar substâncias radioactivas em produtos de uso corrente, como nas pastas de dentes. Ora, o “despotismo” em relação a estas substâncias era tal, que Marie Curie, duas vezes Prémio Nobel, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111721153104393164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111721153104393164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111721153104393164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111721153104393164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/pasta-de-dentes-radioactiva-no-incio.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111703973154158832</id><published>2005-05-25T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:48:51.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111703973154158832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111703973154158832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111703973154158832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111703973154158832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/goya.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111659560871694201</id><published>2005-05-20T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:26:09.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ProteínasDecidi pôr o meu CPU ao serviço da ciência. Quando estou a trabalhar, o meu computador está ao mesmo tempo a fazer cálculos. Simula a formação de proteinas, para melhor as entender e perceber como as suas deformações originam doenças como a de Alzheimer, BSE (Vacas Loucas), Parkinson, etc.. Muitos, fazemos assim uma espécie de grande computador, necessário para a realização destes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111659560871694201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111659560871694201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111659560871694201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111659560871694201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/protenas-decidi-pr-o-meu-cpu-ao-servio.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111631936788642208</id><published>2005-05-17T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:44:20.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da minha aldeiaDa minha aldeia vejo quanto da terra se pode ver no Universo... Por isso a minha aldeia é tão grande como outra terra qualquer Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo E não, do tamanho da minha altura...Nas cidades a vida é mais pequena Que aqui na minha casa no cimo deste outeiro. Na cidade as grandes casas fecham a vista à chave, Escondem o horizonte, empurram o nosso olhar para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111631936788642208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111631936788642208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111631936788642208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111631936788642208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/da-minha-aldeia-da-minha-aldeia-vejo.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111582564713921450</id><published>2005-05-11T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T15:28:07.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Albert Einstein50 anosPerfaz agora, 50 anos da morte de Albert Einstein, ocorrida a 18 de Abril de 1955.Muito falado mas pouco compreendido, Einstein foi autor da famosa fórmula E=mc2. Lembrar-se-ão que E é a energia, m é a massa e c2 é a velocidade da luz ao quadrado, esta fórmula traduz assim a noção de que há uma equivalência entre energia e massa, que ambas são diferentes formas da mesma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111582564713921450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111582564713921450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111582564713921450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111582564713921450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/albert-einstein-50-anos-perfaz-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111529951301274753</id><published>2005-05-05T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:25:13.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oscar WildeO retrato de Dorian GrayO famoso romance de Oscar Wilde, “O Retrato de Dorian Gray”, recuperou o mito de Fausto. Dorian Gray, a personagem central da obra, possui uma beleza extraordinária e que permanece intocável ao longo dos anos, ao passo que, num retrato as feições do seu rosto vão-se tornando monstruosas. Enquanto a sua juventude torna-se incólume a todas perversidades morais, o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111529951301274753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111529951301274753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111529951301274753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111529951301274753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/05/oscar-wilde-o-retrato-de-dorian-gray-o.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111470262169043786</id><published>2005-04-28T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:49:44.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Airbus 380Já voa. O colosso da engenharia europeia já realizou os seus primeiros testes e concretizou assim os seus primeiros voos. Com uma fuselagem duas a três vezes superior à do seu primogénito A320, este produto deita por terra a concorrente americana Boeing. Um pormenor curioso, na história de sucesso da construcção do A380, é que ele foi construido sob o regime de 35 horas semanais de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111470262169043786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111470262169043786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111470262169043786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111470262169043786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/airbus-380-j-voa.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111460992214216345</id><published>2005-04-27T14:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:36:34.587Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cidade de DeusÉ pura e simplesmente hilariante o filme brasileiro constituido por um elenco quase todo ele com actores da favela. Com uma narração originalmente bem construida, caímos de chofre, na dura realidade da favela. Um retrato da violência, crime e corrupção, que há já várias gerações assola a sociedade brasileira. A história passa-se entre os anos 60 e 80, nos subúrbios da cidade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111460992214216345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111460992214216345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111460992214216345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111460992214216345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/cidade-de-deus-pura-e-simplesmente.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111419038646135687</id><published>2005-04-22T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:19:46.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>António Tápies - Maquillatge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111419038646135687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111419038646135687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111419038646135687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111419038646135687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/antnio-tpies-maquillatge.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111338694844030458</id><published>2005-04-13T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:11:12.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Al-Mu`tamidRei-Poeta, Poeta-Desterrado ou O Poeta do DestinoNuma das poucas incursões existentes sobre al-Mu`tamid, Adalberto Alves chama-lhe o “Poeta do destino”. Quando vários reinos taifas populavam o sul da península ibérica e esgrimiam forças não só entre si, mas tendo também e cada vez mais que cuidar da expansão dos cruzados, houve entre eles, no maior reino taifa um Rei-Poeta, al-Mu`tamid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111338694844030458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111338694844030458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111338694844030458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111338694844030458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/al-mutamid-rei-poeta-poeta-desterrado.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111298074298213739</id><published>2005-04-08T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:26:38.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Papa João Paulo IIO último adeusHoje, a praça de S.Pedro irá albergar mais de 60.000 pessoas, limite máximo da sua capacidade. Mas muitos mais invadem a cidade de Roma, muitos mais querem perfilar no último adeus a João Paulo II. Temeroso, obstinado, Carol Wojtila foi um dos maiores exemplos de fé. Perseverante e incansável, jamais  poderia abandonar os destinos da igreja, apesar da doença que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111298074298213739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111298074298213739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111298074298213739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111298074298213739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/papa-joo-paulo-ii-o-ltimo-adeus-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111288845775478699</id><published>2005-04-07T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:07:58.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morandi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111288845775478699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111288845775478699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111288845775478699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111288845775478699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/morandi.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111237414867708440</id><published>2005-04-01T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:01:43.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anos 80</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111237414867708440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111237414867708440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111237414867708440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111237414867708440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/04/anos-80.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111227631734236666</id><published>2005-03-31T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:38:37.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cem anos de solidãoGabriel García Márquez, parafraseia na contra capa da edição da Dom Quixote, com a seguinte frase: “Descobri, ao acordar, que tinha maduro no coração o romance de amor que havia ansiado escrever há tantos anos.”.Esta é a obra que consagrou Gabriel Garcia Márquez como escritor a nível mundial, recebendo quinze anos mais tarde em 1982 o Prémio Nobel da Literatura. É a história da</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111227631734236666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111227631734236666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111227631734236666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111227631734236666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/03/cem-anos-de-solido-gabriel-garca.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111160074885157403</id><published>2005-03-23T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:10:44.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deitado no chão, retorço a cabeça para trás. Uma luz forte, acerca-se de mim. Abro os olhos e, uma itensidade brilhante cega-me. Pareço fechado numa espécie de cortina translúcida e anaforme. Da redoma por onde olho, vejo por cima da minha cabeça, um vulto, uma mulher. É uma grande mãe, porque sinto-lhe todo o carinho. Conforto-me como um feto e abro os olhos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111160074885157403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111160074885157403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111160074885157403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111160074885157403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/03/deitado-no-cho-retoro-cabea-para-trs.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111127165522340699</id><published>2005-03-19T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:34:15.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bronzino - Vénus, Cupido e as Paixões do Amor. 1540-1545ManeirismoA corrente, se assim lhe podemos chamar, maneirista que precedeu o Renascimento e antecedeu o Barroco é uma das mais sensuais ou até mesmo eróticas em toda a história da arte. Corpos sempre retorcidos, em posições quase impossíveis de suster coabitam ambientes opulentos de luz e sombra, luxúria e prazer. Há uma gosto privilegiado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111127165522340699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111127165522340699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111127165522340699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111127165522340699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/03/bronzino-vnus-cupido-e-as-paixes-do.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111046456588960577</id><published>2005-03-10T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:24:35.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jean Francois MilletDuas banhistasSec. XIX</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111046456588960577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111046456588960577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111046456588960577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111046456588960577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/03/jean-francois-millet-duas-banhistas.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-111045916405224914</id><published>2005-03-10T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:21:08.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Auschwitz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/111045916405224914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=111045916405224914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111045916405224914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/111045916405224914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/03/auschwitz.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-110977694421878236</id><published>2005-03-02T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:27:42.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“E aqui estou, de calças arregaçadas, metido no riacho, pensando,  quando ouço o tiroteio largo as latas e desato a correr pela savana para o Caminho Real. Dizem que Baptista morreu, junto à entrada da quinta. Passamos pelos quatro caminhos onde encontramos o primeiro grupo de rebeldes. Vêm a pê desde Velasco, disparando para o ar e gritando ‘Viva Cuba, porra!’ E mil outras coisas. Entre eles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/110977694421878236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=110977694421878236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110977694421878236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110977694421878236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/03/e-aqui-estou-de-calas-arregaadas.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-110926673588648081</id><published>2005-02-24T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:40:15.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou um Guardador de Rebanhos     Sou um guardador de rebanhos.      O rebanho é os meus pensamentos      E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.      Penso com os olhos e com os ouvidos      E com as mãos e os pés      E com o nariz e a boca.      Pensar uma flor é vê-la e cheirá-la      E comer um fruto é saber-lhe o sentido.      Por isso quando num dia de calor       Me sinto triste de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/110926673588648081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=110926673588648081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110926673588648081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110926673588648081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/02/sou-um-guardador-de-rebanhos-sou-um.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-110657902505826816</id><published>2005-01-24T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:03:45.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Sombra do Ventode Carlos Ruiz ZafonDaniel Sempere, narrador e filho de um livreiro de Barcelona (onde se desenrola a acção) é, após ler um livro intitulado “A Sombra do Vento” escolhido ao acaso num local chamado “Cemitério dos Livros Esquecidos”, arrastado pela vida do seu misterioso autor Julián Carax. Com o menino Daniel, também nós, somos envolvidos numa história fascinante, polvilhada</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/110657902505826816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=110657902505826816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110657902505826816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110657902505826816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2005/01/sombra-do-vento-de-carlos-ruiz-zafon.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-110002082467988605</id><published>2004-11-09T17:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:02:47.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viver para contá-la“A vida não é o que se vive mas sim o que se recorda…”É com esta frase que Gabriel Garcia Márquez, inicia as suas memórias. Desta forma, ficámos a conhecer o mundo de um dos maiores escritores mundiais. Através das suas palavras, somos convidados a conhecer a sua infância, a sua família, a sua indissociável vida de escritor e de boémio e o modo como viveu a conturbada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/110002082467988605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=110002082467988605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110002082467988605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/110002082467988605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/11/viver-para-cont-la-vida-no-o-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-108720840064587532</id><published>2004-06-14T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:07:58.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elefanteokay Vários homens cegos examinam um elefante, recorrendo ao tacto para determinar a natureza do animal. Um apalpa as orelhas, outro, a tromba, outro ainda examina as patas. Depois do exame, o primero dirá que o animal assemelha-se a um ventilador, e os outros, que é parecido com uma árvore, uma corda ou uma serpente. Com esta antiga parábola budista em mente e convencido de que o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/108720840064587532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=108720840064587532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/108720840064587532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/108720840064587532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/06/elefante-okay-vrios-homens-cegos.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-108500557034808277</id><published>2004-05-19T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:26:10.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>globalpainting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/feeds/108500557034808277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911489&amp;postID=108500557034808277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/108500557034808277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/108500557034808277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/05/globalpainting_108500557034808277.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107970529780828649</id><published>2004-03-19T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:48:33.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A secura humana a que podem chegar certas almas. Até o que opoluntamente recebem se lhes mesquinha nas mãos."Miguel Torga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107970529780828649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107970529780828649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/03/secura-humana-que-podem-chegar-certas.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107954641258005810</id><published>2004-03-17T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:50:32.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Chego ao fim do dia, com a sensação que cansamos os corpos, num gesto repetidamente vão e sem sentido. E que todos os dias, nos levántamos para arrancar um infindável lodo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107954641258005810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107954641258005810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/03/chego-ao-fim-do-dia-com-sensao-que.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107952272945669270</id><published>2004-03-17T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:51:57.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> “…não convivo nem saberia conviver muito assiduamente com o tipo de pessoas que gostaria de influenciar.” Van Gogh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107952272945669270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107952272945669270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/03/no-convivo-nem-saberia-conviver-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107952242094075667</id><published>2004-03-17T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:52:58.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cartas de Van GoghEncontrei hà dias, por mera causalidade, entre uma série de livros, um pequeno volume das últimas cartas de Van Gogh. Trata-se de uma mini compilação das cartas que Van Gogh escreveu, sobretudo ao seu irmão Théo, dias antes de se suicidar.Van Gogh usa os seus modestos dotes retóricos, com uma candura óbvia, somando-lhe simplicidade e objectividade na escrita. As cartas são o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107952242094075667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107952242094075667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/03/cartas-de-van-gogh-encontrei-h-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107903373625971381</id><published>2004-03-11T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:01:46.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Analgésico natural...Analgesia natural, é o nome que António Damásio deu a um subtítulo, algures nas páginas do seu último livro “Ao encontro de Espinosa”.Curioso foi, ficar a saber que o nosso cérebro pode tomar o papel de médico, através de mapas falsos do corpo. Trocando isto por miúdos, sabemos que, o cérebro é por assim dizer um mapa do próprio corpo, cada parte do cérebro é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107903373625971381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107903373625971381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/03/analgsico-natural.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107783323344394500</id><published>2004-02-26T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:03:54.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cabine Telefónica“Cabine Telefónica”, é uma mensagem pertinente aos dias de hoje, aos homens egoístas que estas sociedades modernas criaram. O enredo do filme de Joel Shumacher, passa-se por completo, à volta de uma cabine telefónica e do drama que um publicitário, pretensioso, arrogante e mentiroso, vive ao atender uma chamada numa cabine telefónica pública, sabendo que do outro lado da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107783323344394500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107783323344394500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/02/cabine-telefnica-cabine-telefnica-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107766185524971524</id><published>2004-02-24T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:07:06.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Grande PeixeTim Burton, conta-nos no seu último filme, uma história fantástica. Tal como a sua principal personagem Edward Bloom (Albert Finney, Ewan McGregor), um velho contador de histórias, que deixa todos encantados com as suas “fábulas”. Todos, excepto o seu filho, que tudo o que ele sabe do seu pai, são aquelas histórias fantásticas que ele não se cansa de contar. O filho quando vê o pai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107766185524971524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107766185524971524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/02/o-grande-peixe.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911489.post-107645086292338519</id><published>2004-02-10T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:08:42.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém, deixou-te um "Recado"ouve-meque o dia te seja limpo ea cada esquina de luz possas recolheralimento suficiente para a tua mortevai até onde ninguém te possa falarou reconhecer - vai por esse campode crateras extintas - vai por essa portade água tão vasta quanto a noitedeixa a árvore das cassiopeias cobrir-tee as loucas aveias que o ácido enferrujouerguerem-se na vertigem do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107645086292338519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911489/posts/default/107645086292338519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminhaaldeia.blogspot.com/2004/02/algum-deixou-te-um-recado-ouve-me-que.html' title=''/><author><name>bruno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04839590565341867033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
