<?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-19893736</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:51:54.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar da memória</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19893736.post-116976844842402105</id><published>2007-01-25T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:40:48.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Gustavo Santaolalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Babel, Diário de Che Guevara, 21 gramas, Brokeback Mountain, o que é que têm em comum?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gustavo Santaolalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fantástico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388795/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-116976844842402105?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/116976844842402105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=116976844842402105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976844842402105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976844842402105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2007/01/gustavo-santaolalla.html' title='Gustavo Santaolalla'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-116976426191199600</id><published>2007-01-25T22:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:31:01.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Sakamoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4618/1978/1600/88486/sakamoto_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4618/1978/320/158186/sakamoto_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.ryuichi-sakamoto.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W527vv12jBo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=W527vv12jBo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qK5iNGPQnO4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-116976426191199600?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/116976426191199600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=116976426191199600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976426191199600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976426191199600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2007/01/sakamoto.html' title='Sakamoto'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-116976371010297343</id><published>2007-01-25T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:21:50.103Z</updated><title type='text'>O vício do You tube...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qK5iNGPQnO4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-116976371010297343?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/116976371010297343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=116976371010297343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976371010297343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976371010297343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-vcio-do-you-tube.html' title='O vício do You tube...'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-116976331125036939</id><published>2007-01-25T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:15:15.270Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo que cai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4618/1978/1600/342558/334_L_ESPACE_ET_LE_TEMPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4618/1978/320/643936/334_L_ESPACE_ET_LE_TEMPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gilbert Garcin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-116976331125036939?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/116976331125036939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=116976331125036939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976331125036939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116976331125036939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-tempo-que-cai.html' title='O tempo que cai...'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-116015552403022984</id><published>2006-10-06T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:28:00.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!?!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Angustia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/DESTIERRO%20DEL%20PRISIONERO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/DESTIERRO%20DEL%20PRISIONERO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje... out!&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que é assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-116015552403022984?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/116015552403022984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=116015552403022984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116015552403022984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/116015552403022984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='!?!???'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-115955253241487795</id><published>2006-09-29T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:00:47.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai começar o Jazzin' tondela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/jazz%20tondela.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;PROGRAMA DO 3º FESTIVAL INTERNACIONAL DE JAZZ ACERT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 de Outubro Quarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ester Andújar Quarteto + Ximo Tebar [Espanha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ficções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 de Outubro Quinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Westbrook Trio [R. Unido]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carlos Bica Trio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 de Outubro Sexta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Floros Floridis Trio [Grécia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ruben Alves Trio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 de Outubro Sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drumming &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drumming.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;www.drumming.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carlos Peninha Quarteto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-115955253241487795?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/115955253241487795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=115955253241487795' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115955253241487795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115955253241487795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/09/vai-comear-o-jazzin-tondela.html' title='Vai começar o Jazzin&apos; tondela!'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-115946626727937601</id><published>2006-09-28T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:19:04.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Para quem é fã, como eu, da série Lost, ver os sites indicados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obaoba.com.br/obaoba2.asp?site=http://www.youtube.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://www.obaoba.com.br/obaoba2.asp?site=http://www.youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostbrasil.com/portal.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://www.lostbrasil.com/portal.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostinlost.globolog.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://www.lostinlost.globolog.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-115946626727937601?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a-MGZfEspI' title='LOST'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/115946626727937601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=115946626727937601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115946626727937601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115946626727937601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-115886591024794046</id><published>2006-09-21T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:11:50.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bela Costa Vicentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Imagem%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Imagem%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%204%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%204%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 11px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20008.0.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Zambujeira%202006%20dia%202%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-115886591024794046?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/115886591024794046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=115886591024794046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115886591024794046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115886591024794046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/09/bela-costa-vicentina.html' title='A Bela Costa Vicentina'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-115886301441887328</id><published>2006-09-21T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:23:34.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais vale tarde do que Nunca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bem sei que no último post dizia que me iria dedicar mais ao blog, mas por várias razões, que nem valem a pena explicar, acabei estar ausente durante meses.  Mas agora é que é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-115886301441887328?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/115886301441887328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=115886301441887328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115886301441887328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/115886301441887328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/09/mais-vale-tarde-do-que-nunca.html' title='Mais vale tarde do que Nunca...'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-114522945114563930</id><published>2006-04-17T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:17:31.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>Há bastante tempo que não escrevo no blog, mas prometo que a partir de agora vou-me dedicar mais e continuar com a iniciativa de Um Livro à Quarta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-114522945114563930?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/114522945114563930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=114522945114563930' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114522945114563930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114522945114563930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/04/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-114002214192966332</id><published>2006-02-15T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:49:01.946Z</updated><title type='text'>A Festa de despedida do Alfredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/pomto%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/pomto%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um panorama da festa de despedida do Alfredo na República Rapa o Tacho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-114002214192966332?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/114002214192966332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=114002214192966332' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002214192966332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002214192966332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/festa-de-despedida-do-alfredo.html' title='A Festa de despedida do Alfredo'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-114002146120370527</id><published>2006-02-15T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:37:41.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/416412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/416412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/416412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/416412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-114002146120370527?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/114002146120370527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=114002146120370527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002146120370527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002146120370527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-114002185390929024</id><published>2006-02-15T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:44:13.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Livro à Quarta VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/416412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vencedor do Man Booker Prize de 2004, este romance do britânico Alan Hollinghurst conquistou, aparentemente, o reconhecimento canónico para um género de definição difícil – a “literatura gay”. No entanto, e apesar de o ambiente em que se desenrola a acção ser de facto a cena gay londrina, a ousadia do romance está para lá da opção sexual das suas personagens, pois propõe-se abrir as escadarias da ficção aos míticos anos oitenta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida do jovem Nick Guest muda irreversivelmente quando aceita passar uma temporada em casa de Toby, seu colega de faculdade e objecto da sua vã paixão. Oriundo de uma família da classe média, Nick vai ser iniciado, então, no mundo dos ricos e poderosos. Vivem-se os impetuosos anos 80, e no círculo do poder da Grã-Bretanha de Margaret Thatcher, onde a ganância é glorificada, Nick, o puro esteta, é um forasteiro, um intruso movido por algo bem diferente. Mas Nick adopta e é adoptado pela extravagante família de Toby, com quem embarca nos vícios da década: dinheiro, poder, sexo e cocaína; e a sua estadia na casa de Notting Hill parece prolongar-se indefinidamente. São tempos inebriantes e Nick rapidamente se adapta ao ritmo vertiginoso das festas e das viagens e à amoral sensação de nada lhe ser vedado. De facto, tudo parece ser possível; a decadência nunca fora tão divertida. Mas esta interminável busca da auto-satisfação tem um preço, e Nick apercebe-se demasiado tarde de que lhe vai custar tudo o que possui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Linha da Beleza é um marco no que de hábitos e costumes do século XX vai ficar para a História. Enquadrado por dois processos eleitorais que reforçaram a liderança de Margaret Thatcher, foca quatro extraordinários anos de euforia, mudança e tragédia. Emocionalmente denso, desarmantemente divertido, é um trabalho de fôlego da autoria de um dos mais brilhantes escritores de língua inglesa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Tenho a certeza de que nunca usei a expressão ‘obra-prima’ na crítica a um romance e hesito em fazê-lo agora, mas é um termo muito difícil de evitar quando me encontro face a tanto brilhantismo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sobre o Autor:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alan Hollinghurst nasceu em Stroud, Gloucestershire (Inglaterra), em 1954 e estudou no Magdalen College, Oxford. Entre 1982 e 1995 trabalhou na Times Literary Supplement.O seu aclamado primeiro romance, The Swimming-Pool Library (1988), vencedor do Prémio Somerset Maugham em 1989, dá-nos um retrato extremamente realista do “universo” homossexual do início dos anos oitenta, através da história de William Beckwith, um jovem aristocrata, e o seu relacionamento com um homem mais velho, Lorde Nantwich, cuja a vida salva. Seguiu -se The Folding Star em 1994, que nesse ano fez parte da selecção da Shorlist para o Booker Prize e ganhou o James Tait Black Memorial Prize. O narrador, Edward Manners, desenvolve uma paixão obsessiva pelo seu discípulo Flamengo de dezassete anos, uma história que muitos críticos comparam ao romance de Thomas Mann Morte em Veneza. Spell (1998), uma comédia de costumes gay, que relata o relacionamento complexo entre Robin Woodfield, arquitecto de quarenta e tal anos, Justin, o seu amante alcoólico, e Alex, o “ex” de Justin, um tímido funcionário público, que se apaixona por Danny, o filho de Robin. A acção desenrola-se nas zonas rurais inglesas e Londres, onde Danny introduz Alex no mundo do ecstasy e das discotecas.O seu mais recente romance, Na Linha da Beleza (2004), está a ser adaptado para televisão pela BBC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-114002185390929024?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/114002185390929024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=114002185390929024' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002185390929024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002185390929024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-livro-quarta-vi.html' title='Um Livro à Quarta VI'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-114002044148551132</id><published>2006-02-15T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:20:41.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais Ponto Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/pomto%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/pomto%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/pomto%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/pomto%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-114002044148551132?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/114002044148551132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=114002044148551132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002044148551132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/114002044148551132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/mais-ponto-cruz.html' title='Mais Ponto Cruz'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113942155409449184</id><published>2006-02-08T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:58:09.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Livro à Quarta V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/XPQEb9wXX5186vTmlnfEgD6ZKU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/XPQEb9wXX5186vTmlnfEgD6ZKU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;A contos com a Justiça&lt;/strong&gt;” é um livro que reune onze contos sobre a justiça e a vida judiciária escritos por juízes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Quem trabalha nos tribunais, há muito que o pressente...A linguagem dos processos omite tanto do que dentro deles se vive. A prosa escorreita do despacho judicial ou da sentença lembra, às vezes, o preto destas nossas becas e, entre o estafado jargão jurídico, afugentam-se palavras imensas, de cores muitas. Em demasiadas ocasiões, permanece, surdo, o incómodo da frase espantada, que fica por dizer.Pois, foi desse desconforto magoado que nasceu este projecto a dois.Acordar frases adormecidas, vesti-las, com singeleza, na roupagem de um livro de contos, integralmente escrito por juízes, unidos nesse deslumbramento de vida que lhes vai correndo nos olhos. Depois, deu-se a descoberta fácil e entusiasmada de nove vozes únicas que ressoam de todo o país e que às nossas se juntaram, na mais falsa das selecções: todos os que à chamada responderam, logo os quisemos como escolhidos. Certamente, mais se farão ouvir, assim este projecto saiba levedar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Escolhi este livro por  um dos autores ser meu amigo e porque acho a maior parte dos contos bastante interessantes, inerentemente terem uma reflexão acerca da justiça em Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113942155409449184?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113942155409449184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113942155409449184' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113942155409449184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113942155409449184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-livro-quarta-v.html' title='Um Livro à Quarta V'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113882236458497200</id><published>2006-02-01T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:32:44.596Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/quebra%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/quebra%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/blog%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/blog%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEcidi dedicar-me ao Ponto Cruz. Estes são os meus primeiros trabalhos (o clássico). Estou a pensar começar a vender e a fazer por encomenda. Se estiverem interessados deixem uma mensagem como o mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113882236458497200?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113882236458497200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113882236458497200' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113882236458497200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113882236458497200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/decidi-dedicar-me-ao-ponto-cruz.html' title=''/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113881977544154897</id><published>2006-02-01T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:49:35.486Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/blog%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/blog%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTE LIVRO MOSTRA COMO A COMPREENSÃO PODE LEVAR AO PROGRESSO, COMO OS TABUS PODEM SER DESFEITOS E COMO SE DESENVOLVEM RELACÕES E FAMÍLIAS SAUDÁVEIS. UM ASSUNTO VITAL PARA TODOS NÓS E EXPOSTO DE UMA FORMA LUCIDA E INCISIVA, através de uma conversa entre o Dr. Robin Skynner e o John Cleese. A motivação para o livro surgiu duma terapia que Cleese fez no grupo do Dr. Skynner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Skynner &lt;/strong&gt;, pioneiro em Inglaterra das técnicas de terapia familiar e de grupo, é também um dos fundadores do Instituto de Grupanálise e do Instituto de Terapia Familiar , onde continua a leccionar. é autor do livro "One Flesh: Separate Persons. Principles of Family and Marital Psychoterapy". É ainda senior tutor em psicoterapia no Instituto de psiquiatria de Londres e consultor associado honorário do Maudsley Hospital de Londres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Cleese&lt;/strong&gt; requer pouca apresentação depois de entreter o mundo por 40 anos na sua carreira como comediante, actor, roteirista, escritor, diretor e produtor. Foi em 1969 com a primeira série do “Monty Python's Flying Circus” que Cleese conquistou a fama. O humor original do “Pythons” originou três sequências de sucesso, um tour pela Inglaterra e outro pelo Canadá, um espetáculo no Theatre Royal, em Drury Lane e no City Center em New York, assim como um espetáculo no Hollywood Bowl. O grupo produziu o primeiro filme em 1971 &lt;em&gt;E Agora Para Algo Completamente Diferente&lt;/em&gt;, seguido dois anos depois por &lt;em&gt;Monty Python em Busca do Cálice Sagrado&lt;/em&gt;, em 1978 &lt;em&gt;Vida de Brian&lt;/em&gt; e em 1982 &lt;em&gt;O Sentido da Vida. &lt;/em&gt;Em 1975 criou, o que acabaria por se tornar num fenómeno mundial, a série para TV A Grande Barraca. A esse programa sucedeu uma segunda série em 1979. Cleese escreveu e produziu &lt;em&gt;Um Peixe Chamado Wanda&lt;/em&gt;,em 1988. O filme recebeu uma indicação para o Óscar, o David de Donatello (o Oscar Italiano), e uma indicação do Writers Guild of America de Melhor Guião Original, e rendeu a Cleese um BAFTA (British Academy of Film and Television Arts) de Melhor Actor e uma indicação de Melhor Guião Original para o filme.Outros filmes em que deu o seu contributo: &lt;em&gt;“Clockwise”; “Romance With a Double Bass”; Os Bandidos do Tempo; “The Great Muppet Caper”; “Privates on Parade”; Silverado; Fica na Mesma; Frankenstein de Mary Shelley; Mowgli – O Livro da Selva; Ferocidade Máxima&lt;/em&gt; (co-produzido e co-escrito); &lt;em&gt;Perdidos em Nova Iorque; Ela é Inesquecível; 007 – O Mundo não é o Bastante; “The Quantum Project” e Tá Todo Mundo Louco&lt;/em&gt;. Além disso, Cleese organizou 2 Concerto para a Aministia Internacional &lt;em&gt;“A Poke in the Eye”&lt;/em&gt; (dirigido por Jonathan Miller) em 1975 e “The Secret Policeman's Ball” em 1979. Co-dirigiu &lt;em&gt;“The Secret Policeman's Other Ball”&lt;/em&gt; em 1981.Outros projetos de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;destaque na sua carreira incluem os programas da BBC-television &lt;em&gt;“The Frost Report”, “The Frost Programme” e “At Last the 1948 Show”&lt;/em&gt; que o introduziu ao público inglês em 1966 e 1967; o papel de Petruchio na adaptação de Shakespeare da BBC; &lt;em&gt;“Whoops Apocalypse”&lt;/em&gt; da LWT e mais recentemente &lt;em&gt;“The Human Face”&lt;/em&gt; da BBC.Cleese foi ainda o fundador da Video Arts, uma companhia de gestão de filmes de treinamento, extremamente bem sucedida, que recebeu o Queen's Award to Industry for Exports, e escreveu dois livros de auto-ajuda &lt;em&gt;Famílias e Como Sobreviver com Elas e “Life and How to Survive it”&lt;/em&gt; (ambos em parceria com o Dr. Robin Skynner). O primeiro foi transformado em seriado na BBC Radio 4. Ele tem mestrado pela Universidade de Cambridge, foi reitor da St. Andrew's University por três anos (doutor honoris causa em Direito) e em 1999 foi nomeado como professor visitante “Andrew D. White” da Cornell University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolhi este livro não só por o ter lido recentemente, como também pelo facto do John Cleese (sou fã dos Monty Python's) colaborar e por estar a fazer formação em terapia familiar. Porém, este livro não é só indicado para profissionais da área, mas também para qualquer pessoa que queira perceber os mecanismos de funcionamento familiar e individual&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113881977544154897?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113881977544154897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113881977544154897' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113881977544154897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113881977544154897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/02/este-livro-mostra-como-compreenso-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113854813542804377</id><published>2006-01-29T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:22:15.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Homens do Quebra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/quebra%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/quebra%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113854813542804377?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113854813542804377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113854813542804377' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113854813542804377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113854813542804377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/os-homens-do-quebra.html' title='Os Homens do Quebra'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113846447717200326</id><published>2006-01-28T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:07:57.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Kanuca II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/quebra%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/quebra%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113846447717200326?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113846447717200326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113846447717200326' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113846447717200326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113846447717200326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/kanuca-ii.html' title='Kanuca II'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113822592901728671</id><published>2006-01-25T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:52:09.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Livro à Quarta III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esta semana estive indecisa mas acabei por escolher o último livro que li: &lt;strong&gt;"O cachimbo do ópio"&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;Gautier.&lt;/strong&gt; Este livro não é nenhuma obra prima, mas está muito bem escrito e com um imaginário fabuloso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Théophile Gautier" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imagem:Th%C3%A9ophile_Gautier.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;(Queria ter colocado uma imagem do autor, mas o meu editor de imagens flipou... Desculpem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Pierre Jules Théophile Gautier, escritor, poeta, jornalista e crítico lieterário francês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Ainda jovem, mudou-se para Paris. O seu desejo inicial era dedicar-se à pintura mas, influenciado por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vitor Hugo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitor_Hugo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Vitor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;, passou a interessar-se pela literatura (especialmente a poesia romântica). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1830" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1830"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1830&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; publicou suas primeiras "Poesias", nas quais demonstra habilidade na descrição precisa e colorida de objectos e paisagens.&lt;br /&gt;No prefácio de Mademoiselle de Maupin, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1835" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1835"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1835&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;, Gautier afirma sua posição estética, seu culto da arte pela arte, seu desdém pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Moral" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moral"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;, sustentando a tese de que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Arte" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arte"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; e a moral nada têm em comum.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, afasta-se de seus amigos românticos. Nessa época, por necessidades económicas, teve de se sujeitar ao trabalho de crítico dramático, literário e artístico do La Presse e depois do Monitor.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário de outros românticos, Gautier não se manifestou ativamente na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Política" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pol%C3%ADtica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;política&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;. Sua obra compreende coletâneas de poesias, entre as quais: Émaux et Camées, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1852" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1852"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1852&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;, obra que teve grande influência sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Baudelaire" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baudelaire"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Baudelaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Théodore de Banville" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%A9odore_de_Banville"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Banville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; e outros poetas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Parnasianismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parnasianismo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;parnasianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;; romances como O romance da múmia, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1858" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1858"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1858&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; e Capitão Fracasso, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1863" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1863"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1863&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;; diários de viagem e o poema L´Art, uma das obras mais importantes e características de Gautier, onde ele proclama o valor absoluto da profissão de artista, a necessidade - para o poeta - de aceitar as dificuldades da técnica, sugerindo a idéia do jogo sutil das imagens e a utilização delicada dos recuros de linguagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113822592901728671?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113822592901728671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113822592901728671' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113822592901728671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113822592901728671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/um-livro-quarta-iii.html' title='Um Livro à Quarta III'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113770641383175408</id><published>2006-01-19T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:33:33.833Z</updated><title type='text'>DEFESA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje estou especialmente feliz. Fiz finalmente a defesa do meu trabalho de pós-graduação em Protecção de menores na Faculdade de Direito da Universidade de Coimbra, que foi classificado com Muito Bom e até há a possibilidade de o publicar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113770641383175408?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113770641383175408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113770641383175408' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113770641383175408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113770641383175408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/defesa_19.html' title='DEFESA'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19893736.post-113761562772145202</id><published>2006-01-18T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:20:27.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/379.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/379.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esta semana decidi-me pelo &lt;strong&gt;"Caderno Vermelho"&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;Paul Auster&lt;/strong&gt;. Este livro é composto por 13 pequenas histórias que relatam breves momentos da realidade observada pelo autor. Li este livro em pouco mais de meia hora e adorei a forma intrigante como conta as histórias por ele assistidas. Paul Auster tem mesmo um caderno vermelho onde anota todas as curiosidades com que se depara, encontrando nelas fonte de inspiração para os seus livros como é o caso da Triologia de Nova Iorque (adorei também este livro!). Acho que é imperdivel ler seja o que for deste nome incontornável da literatura norte-americana. Para mais informações ver: &lt;a href="http://www.klickescritores.com.br/pag-mundo/pauloo.htm"&gt;www.klickescritores.com.br/pag-mundo/pauloo.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113761562772145202?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113761562772145202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113761562772145202' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113761562772145202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113761562772145202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/esta-semana-decidi-me-pelo-caderno.html' title=''/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19893736.post-113719179086908533</id><published>2006-01-13T22:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:46:19.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Narf e Matful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/capa300.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/capa300.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os Narf e os Matful são dois grupos galelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gosto especialmente dos Narf (ao contrário Fran, Fran Perez, voz e guitarra acústica,o mentor deste grupo, mais Marcos Teira, guitarra flamenga e também membro dos Marful e Pepe Sendón, percussão e vibrafono)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para saber mais informações e ouvir as músicas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/foto_marful.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/foto_marful.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.psicofonica.com/narf.html"&gt;www.psicofonica.com/narf.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.folque.com/musica-marful/"&gt;www.folque.com/musica-marful/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/foto_marful.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/foto_marful.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/foto_marful.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113719179086908533?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113719179086908533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113719179086908533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113719179086908533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113719179086908533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/narf-e-matful.html' title='Narf e Matful'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113718190576662013</id><published>2006-01-13T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:51:45.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira, 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sou agora me lembrei que é sexta-feira, dia 13. Ainda não me aconteceu nada de mal, mas ainda faltam umas horitas para o dia terminar. "não acredito em bruxas, mas que elas existe..." (não percebo o porquê de o gato preto simbolizar o azar. Tenho 2 gatas pretas e nunca me deram azar!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113718190576662013?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113718190576662013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113718190576662013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113718190576662013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113718190576662013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/sexta-feira-13.html' title='Sexta-feira, 13'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113717969041928310</id><published>2006-01-13T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:15:12.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou a ficar desesperada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/tiopatinhas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/tiopatinhas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Devo estar a ficar louca! Estava a navegar na net e a pensar como hei-de melhorar a minha vida economicamente e de repente lembrei-me que hoje há euromilhões (103 milhares de euros!!!!) e fiu a correr jogar. Estava uma fila imensa. Nunca imaginei que houvesse tanta gente. Para além de ser um valor muito elevado, deve também ser o reflexo da crise. Os salários não sobem (ou apenas 1,5%), somos os mais mal pagos da Europa... Continuando... E joguei com a esperança, tal como os outros, que aconteça um milagre e fique rica de um dia para o outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tenho andado muito desmotivada com Portugal. Por mais que tenhamos habilitações e lutemos para ter um lugar ao sol, parece que neste país só existe lobbies e cunhas... Estou farta disto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113717969041928310?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113717969041928310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113717969041928310' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113717969041928310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113717969041928310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/estou-ficar-desesperada.html' title='Estou a ficar desesperada!'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113715515566954054</id><published>2006-01-13T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:15:06.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Pascoinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/pas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/pas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Este quadro é do meu amigo Pedro Pascoinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Adoro os quadros dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Para ver mais ir a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.figueira.net/pascoinho/index"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.figueira.net/pascoinho/index&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113715515566954054?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113715515566954054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113715515566954054' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113715515566954054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113715515566954054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/pedro-pascoinho.html' title='Pedro Pascoinho'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19893736.post-113702035128664222</id><published>2006-01-11T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:59:11.303Z</updated><title type='text'>"Um Livro à Quarta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/hesse01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/hesse01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi aderir à iniciativa "Um Livro à Quarta". Nesse sentido, vou tentar apresentar todas as quartas-feiras um livro que tenha lido recentemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana escolhi o &lt;strong&gt;"Lobo das Estepes"&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;Hermann Hesse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Haller ( Homem das Estepes) é um homem solitário e descontente com a vida. Nele existe uma dualidade entre o sofimento e a felicidade, o homem e o animal, o lobo selvagem primitivo e o homem racional. Tudo muda quando encontra uma mulher que é completamente o seu oposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um livro que nos faz pensar noutra forma de encarar a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Leiam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113702035128664222?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113702035128664222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113702035128664222' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113702035128664222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113702035128664222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/um-livro-quarta.html' title='&quot;Um Livro à Quarta&quot;'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113630692950486281</id><published>2006-01-03T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:48:50.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Meu Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/anivers??rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/400/anivers%3F%3Frio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Obrigada Meninas! Foi uma surpresa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113630692950486281?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113630692950486281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113630692950486281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113630692950486281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113630692950486281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2006/01/meu-aniversrio.html' title='Meu Aniversário'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113571971229097087</id><published>2005-12-27T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:41:52.300Z</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nesta altura do ano é normal fazer uma recapitulação dos acontecimentos do ano. Porém, decidi falar acerca dos acontecimentos, curiosidades e assuntos que me interessam  que vão ocorrer em 2006 (os programados). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Mundial de Futebol na Alemanha&lt;/strong&gt; (começa em Junho) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portalfutebol.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.portalfutebol.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; (datas dos jogos e outras informações)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Capital Europeia da Cultura&lt;/strong&gt;: este ano é na Grécia, na cidade de Patras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Novo Presidente da República&lt;/strong&gt; : quem será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;"Portugal, um retrato social"&lt;/strong&gt; : novo programa da RTP sobre a sociedade portuguesa desde os anos 50 até 2000, da autoria de António Barreto (parece-me que vai ser interessante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mais nos próximos dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113571971229097087?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113571971229097087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113571971229097087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113571971229097087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113571971229097087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113569516868444162</id><published>2005-12-27T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:52:48.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Primeiras%20fotografias%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Primeiras%20fotografias%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A minha Kanuca no dia de Natal! Para o que havia de lhe dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113569516868444162?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113569516868444162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113569516868444162' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113569516868444162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113569516868444162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/minha-kanuca-no-dia-de-natal-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113494526248473262</id><published>2005-12-18T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:34:22.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Malangatana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/Malangatana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/Malangatana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pensar alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;às marrabentas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;às danças rituais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que nas madrugadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;criam o frenesi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quando os tambores e as flautas entram a fanfarrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fanfarrando até o vermelho da madrugada fazer o solo sangrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;em contraste com o verdurar das canções dos pássaros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sobre o já verduzido manto das mangueiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dos cajueiros prenhes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para em Dezembro seus rebentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dançarem como mulheres sensualíssimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;em cada ramo do cajual da minha terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mas, sim ao orgasmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;das mafurreiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;repletas de chiricos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;das rolas ciosas pela simbiose que só a natureza sabe oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mas sim ao som estridente do kulunguana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;das donzelas no zig-zague dos ritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quando as gazelas tão belas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;não suportam mais quarenta graus à sombra dos canhueiros em flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;enquanto as oleiras da aldeia, desta grande aldeia Moçambique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amassam o barro dos rios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para o pote feito ser o depositário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;de todo o íntimo desse Povo que se não cala disputando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ecoosamente com os tambores do meu ontem antigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113494526248473262?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113494526248473262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113494526248473262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113494526248473262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113494526248473262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/malangatana.html' title='Malangatana'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113484441413152667</id><published>2005-12-17T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:33:34.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Tropical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Embora ache que o Tropical tem vindo a perder a sua mistica, continuo a ele fiel. Para quem quiser saber as novidades... tropicalsocial.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113484441413152667?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113484441413152667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113484441413152667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113484441413152667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113484441413152667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/tropical.html' title='Tropical'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113484402285569179</id><published>2005-12-17T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:28:44.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Clifford Ross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/photo_splash_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/photo_splash_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam este site: &lt;a href="http://www.cliffordross.com"&gt;www.cliffordross.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava a navegar e encontrei este site. Tem fotografias fantásticas!&lt;br /&gt;Adorei as ondas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113484402285569179?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113484402285569179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113484402285569179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113484402285569179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113484402285569179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/clifford-ross.html' title='Clifford Ross'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113484384518880911</id><published>2005-12-17T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:36:55.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/fogo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/fogo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já estamos nos últimos dias de 2005 sem eu me dar por isso. O ano passou rápido!&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a fase em que fazemos balanços e perspectivamos o próximo ano. Quais são os teus desejos para o ano de 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113484384518880911?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113484384518880911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113484384518880911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113484384518880911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113484384518880911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/novo-ano.html' title='Novo ano...'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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-19893736.post-113465599271752486</id><published>2005-12-15T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:41:04.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Livros infantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/mail.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/mail.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/jeronimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/jeronimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="1" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/mail.jpg" width="8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/alegre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/alegre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/cavaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/cavaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/1600/soares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 8px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 7px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1978/320/soares.jpg" width="21" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19893736-113465599271752486?l=mardamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113465599271752486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19893736&amp;postID=113465599271752486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113465599271752486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19893736/posts/default/113465599271752486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardamemoria.blogspot.com/2005/12/livros-infantis.html' title='Livros infantis'/><author><name>van</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00942016841430038636</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></feed>
