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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5566108079728809202</id><published>2008-01-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:07.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colisão de asteróide'/><title type='text'>colisão com Marte</title><content type='html'>Está praticamente excluída a colisão do asteróide com Marte.
Veja  link  Nasa   em baixo /artigo de Júlia  Bonnelli.
Pode tirar o cinto de segurança.
Mas se está a precisar de emoções fortes e os jornalistas não estão a ser suficientemente sensacionalistas veja os videos.
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ptolomeu tem a representação do universo aristotélica.


A terra é o centro do sistema e o sol a estrela que se move.


Assistimos  , no livro , ao diálogo entre um representante de visão ptolomaica,  SIMPLICIO  e SALVATI , defensor das teses de Copérnico. Diz SALVATI :"...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nem Aristóteles nem vós podereis alguma vez provar que a Terra esteja «de facto» no centro do Universo&lt;/span&gt;"(p. 45).






Simplicio argumenta: "...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vós colocais em dúvida que as partes da Terra  se movem em direcção ao centro do mundo, como afirma Aristóteles, como se ele não tivesse demonstrado de forma concludente por uma argumentação em que põe em jogo os movimentos contrários..."&lt;/span&gt;





Hoje sabemos que Giordano Bruno, Galileu e Kepler seguiram o modelo de Copérnico.

A " argumentação" passou a ter um poderoso adversário: o telescópio( a observação).

O primeiro telescópio foi construído por Galileu, em Pizza, onde era professor de matemática.

A Santa Inquisição queimou Bruno na fogueira, condenou Galileu à retratação.

Esperto foi o amigo Descartes que nem tomou posição.

Mesmo assim , Galileu conseguiu sobreviver até aos 70 anos.

Era um diplomata.

Vejam como ele se dirigiu ao poder  real instituído para apresentar  "O diálogo dos dois sistemas"






&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sereníssimo Grão- Duque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aceitai-a pois alteza com vossa habitual benignidade;e, se nela encontrardes alguma coisa de onde os amantes da verdade possam recolher fruto de mais conhecimento e utilidade, reconhecei-a como vossa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com o que, rogando-vos prosperidade para crescer sempre nesta vossa pia e magnânime usança, vos faço humílima reverência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Vossa Alteza Sereníssima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humílimo e Devotadíssimo Servo e Vassalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Galileu Galilei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Esta "graxa" permitiu que Galileu vivesse até aos 70 anos.

Não evitou ser condenado como herege e dar o dito por não dito: Ou seja, a Terra é o centro do sistema.

Só lhe valeu a Justiça da História.E nós, que estamos aqui a defendê-lo.

E ainda bem que a minha terra é habitada por este espírito iluminado.


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3637205844251389547?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3637205844251389547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3637205844251389547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/09/poderosos-dilogo-dos-grandes-sistemas.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-6092043856322137264</id><published>2007-09-20T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:33:11.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descartes método'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos, começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer, para subir pouco a pouco, gradualmente, até ao conhecimento dos mais compostos, e admitindo mesmo certa ordem entre aqueles que não se prendem naturalmente uns com os outros" Discurso do Método, Descartes


Descartes, quase contemporâneo de G. Bruno, ainda acreditava (ou fingia, acreditar)na teoria heliocêntrica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-6092043856322137264?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6092043856322137264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6092043856322137264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/09/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4294365385141726225</id><published>2007-07-12T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:07.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giordano Bruno'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZE7quRn8I/AAAAAAAAA8g/I7tsAqdZE-k/s1600-h/velas_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZEaauRn7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lpIoxAEmwJk/s1600-h/fogoarte2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZDUauRn6I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/pRCfxT_jyPM/s1600-h/fogoCintrTorres.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giordano Bruno


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZCl6uRn5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/oqmkl7W5Uac/s1600-h/bg01600a-BrunoGiordano-1548MMDDb-16000217d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086326048347496338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZCl6uRn5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/oqmkl7W5Uac/s400/bg01600a-BrunoGiordano-1548MMDDb-16000217d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;div align="center"&gt; (1548-1600)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZAB6uRn2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/OPIiRLBGPmM/s1600-h/solarSistem2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086323230848950114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpZAB6uRn2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/OPIiRLBGPmM/s400/solarSistem2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;






&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpY7SauRn1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/KFoMtukgL30/s1600-h/Beckmann-Hell-of-Birds-detail-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086318016758652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RpY7SauRn1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/KFoMtukgL30/s400/Beckmann-Hell-of-Birds-detail-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;







&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maltrataram sempre os filosofos.&lt;/div&gt;






&lt;div&gt;Hoje, Giordano ( 1548-1600) . Ainda estamos no século XVII.&lt;/div&gt;





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&lt;div&gt;Descartes, contemporâneo de Bruno, ainda acreditava na teoria heliocêntrica. A Terra, planeta central do Universo (sistema solar) . Ou fingia que acreditava.&lt;/div&gt;






&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;






&lt;div&gt;Giordano Bruno por afirmar o contrário, nas suas "profecias" foi queimado pela Inquisição.&lt;/div&gt;






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&lt;div&gt;E o velho Galileu aos 70 anos, fora humilhado pela santa inquisição e desafiado a desmentir as suas afirmações de que era a Terra que girava em volta do Sol.&lt;/div&gt;






&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;






&lt;div&gt;Os tempos estavam maus para os cientistas. A aurora do Renascimento deixou muitos mártires para trás.&lt;/div&gt;






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&lt;div&gt;G Bruno era uma personalidade fascinante. Italiano, filósofo, poeta.&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;




&lt;div&gt;O Fogo corrompeu-o&lt;/div&gt;






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&lt;div&gt;Em breve vamos começar aqui o século XVIII tão importante para perceber as mentalidades de hoje. Animem-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7068007580601010033?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7068007580601010033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7068007580601010033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-breve-vamos-comear-aqui-o-sculo.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RoPJyRmJ8YI/AAAAAAAAA2k/OmzKx1p6Y9Q/s72-c/fogoartef%C3%ADcio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-971796357699237894</id><published>2007-06-20T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:45:59.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não me conformo a afirmação de que os amigos sejam apenas "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os filósofos que escreveram livros "&lt;/span&gt; como disse o meu  querido amigo René.

Também há os amigos René!, verdadeiramente... em que pudemos tocar, ouvir a voz ...

Ou não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-971796357699237894?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/971796357699237894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/971796357699237894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-me-conformo-afirmao-de-que-os-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-8550499733273573316</id><published>2007-06-19T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:08.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='images'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rne4TiVaaMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7WTMgYrwtpI/s1600-h/1quedivertido.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077729750657165506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rne4TiVaaMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7WTMgYrwtpI/s400/1quedivertido.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos, começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer, para subir pouco a pouco, gradualmente, até ao conhecimento dos mais compostos, e admitindo mesmo certa ordem entre aqueles que não se prendem naturalmente uns com os outros" Discurso do Método, Descartes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-8550499733273573316?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8550499733273573316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8550499733273573316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/06/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos_19.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rne4TiVaaMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7WTMgYrwtpI/s72-c/1quedivertido.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5178049712037201104</id><published>2007-06-19T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:08.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosidades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RneqWSVaaHI/AAAAAAAAAys/gAwFDDEVUJc/s1600-h/diamond-cone_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077714404739016818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RneqWSVaaHI/AAAAAAAAAys/gAwFDDEVUJc/s400/diamond-cone_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Preciosidades

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Ouro e pedras preciosas.

Quantas vidas estão nos escombros destas belezas?

Gostava de tê-las é certo ( não sei onde, nem para quê, mas enfim...)

Já as tenho, de certa maneira, aqui..

Quem me tem acompanhado na invernia que às vezes se solta nas "vidas"?

Qual é minha preciosidade ? (Não, quem é !)

Os livros escritos pelos amigos.

A propósito, sabem quem são os &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;filósofos&lt;/span&gt;?

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;«São amigos que escreveram livros»&lt;/span&gt;

A frase é uma preciosidade de Descartes e eu concordo.

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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;«O bom senso é a coisa mais bem partilhada do mundo, porque todos pensam possuí-la tanto que mesmo os mais difíceis de contentar em tudo o resto não costumam desejar mais que o que já têm»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decartes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7185633611666280035?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7185633611666280035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7185633611666280035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/06/esta-frase-de-descartes-mostra-bem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-793997137192695358</id><published>2007-06-05T07:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:09.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separador fim-de-semana'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rma6NiVaZ6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/u5nh5GJgH64/s1600-h/AGeorgeCluny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rma6NiVaZ6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/u5nh5GJgH64/s400/AGeorgeCluny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072946771997124514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Estão a passar-se coisas estranhas neste espaço da Halisse.

Mr.Google, então?

Ah! não tem nada  a ver com isso! Já calculava.

Mr. Servidor? Ah, também ,não?

Muda o dia do calendário.

Aparece um post e depois desaparece!

Este espaço está assombrado.

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rma6NiVaZ6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/u5nh5GJgH64/s1600-h/AGeorgeCluny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rma6NiVaZ6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/u5nh5GJgH64/s400/AGeorgeCluny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072946771997124514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Estão a passar-se coisas estranhas neste espaço da Halisse.

Mr.Clooney, então? Ao menos pedia licença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-793997137192695358?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/793997137192695358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=793997137192695358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/793997137192695358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/793997137192695358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/06/esto-passar-se-coisas-estranhas-neste.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rma6NiVaZ6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/u5nh5GJgH64/s72-c/AGeorgeCluny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-990427057345564753</id><published>2007-05-30T07:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:58:44.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida de Descartes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REGRAS PARA A DIRECÇÃO DO ESPÍRITO




(Décartes, Textos Filosóficos,ed 70)

                                        Regra 8ª

"Se, na série de objectos a procurar, deparamos com alguma coisa que o nosso entendimento não possa intuir suficientemente bem, há que deter-se aí, sem examinar o que se sgue e evitando um  trabalho supérfluo"

A Sorbonne condenará a obra de Descartes, em 1663...

" ou posto de outro modo,  a estupidez das Instituições já vem de longe"

Em 4 de  Junho de 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-990427057345564753?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/990427057345564753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=990427057345564753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/990427057345564753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/990427057345564753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/regras-para-direco-do-esprito-dcartes.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-5100223697573594253</id><published>2007-05-30T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:09.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animais cães'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 de Junho idiota do computador (ganhou uma vida autónoma)

os obje&lt;strong&gt;ct&lt;/strong&gt;os mais simples DE conhecer Emocionalmente são &lt;strong&gt;os&lt;/strong&gt;

 

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o obje&lt;em&gt;cto&lt;/em&gt; mais simpleS DE conhecer Emocionalmente  são os









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objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer são os&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5100223697573594253?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5100223697573594253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5100223697573594253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5100223697573594253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5100223697573594253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/os-objectos-mais-simples-de-conhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RmA3F9zpKCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/rxAcLao_qN0/s72-c/carafeiadeanimalsilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5190985698087802862</id><published>2007-05-30T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:09.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia da greve geral.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rl2YOtzpJ2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/GBUPQWgec-E/s1600-h/Carvalho+da+Silva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rl2YOtzpJ2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/GBUPQWgec-E/s400/Carvalho+da+Silva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070376134070839138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Aqui se assinala a greve geral.

Hoje o dia pertence a Carvalho da Silva. Vamos vê-lo, logo,logo!

Em França o &lt;strong&gt;delito&lt;/strong&gt; de coligação foi abolido, em 1864 e o direito à greve reconhecido  em 1946.

Em Portugal é comum reconhecer a existência de um direito de coligação, quase  como um direito natural, que se traduz  em criar grupos  mais ou menos organizados, que pressionam os políticos.

A pressão é tal que "o desgraçado"  (até um não político !) pode levar uma sova, daquelas que os cães não querem.



Sob o ponto de vista do direito, a greve provoca a suspensão do contrato de trabalho.
A greve será lícita se não tiver objectivos políticos.Ou se não se tratar de um excesso de protagonismo de um ou outro...

Seja qual for a lógica da greve é dominada por um paradoxo: os assalariados com mais recursos  retiram da greve mais proveito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5190985698087802862?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5190985698087802862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5190985698087802862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5190985698087802862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5190985698087802862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/aqui-se-assinala-greve-geral.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rl2YOtzpJ2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/GBUPQWgec-E/s72-c/Carvalho+da+Silva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7673583666502272701</id><published>2007-05-29T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:09.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia do vizinho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlxO39zpJyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SQT84DEeAkk/s1600-h/fav_88pineArrq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlxO39zpJyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SQT84DEeAkk/s400/fav_88pineArrq2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070014003903276834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




Dia do vizinho


 


Hoje é dia do vizinho

É um dia estúpido. Talvez nos bairros mais antigos de Lisboa...As mais velhas e menos  velhas assolam à janela .Bisbilhotar não é uma arte. É um artefício.É passar despercebido para mais tarde aparecer na caserna a contar novidades tão velhas como elas e eles.

Mas já imaginaram o que é ser "vizinho" ali, lá em cima?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7673583666502272701?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7673583666502272701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7673583666502272701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7673583666502272701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7673583666502272701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-do-vizinho-hoje-dia-do-vizinho-um.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlxO39zpJyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SQT84DEeAkk/s72-c/fav_88pineArrq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7898493568831239660</id><published>2007-05-23T02:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:10.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eleições o paradoxo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apenas uma mulher na campanha!Um paradoxo.

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O paradoxo:

Ontem HRoseta na  RTP2, disse de sua justiça.E não será  completamente injusta, tanto quanto me tenho apercebido.

Faço o reparo de entender  que HR  deve usar uma linguagem mais acassível ao grande público.

Por exemplo, utilizou mais do que uma vez a palavra paradoxo. Você sabe o que significa?

Vem do grego &lt;em&gt;paradoxos.&lt;/em&gt; .

Significa  uma contradição de ordem lógica.

A palavra é pejorativa, salvo quando se fala de obras célebres, como O &lt;em&gt;Paradoxo do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comediante&lt;/em&gt; (Diderot) onde se defende que para  comover alguém é preciso não estarmos comovidos.

Também o mentiroso convincente não deve acreditar na sua própria mentira. O difamador na difamação.

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Meditem  letrados!

A verdade está na intuição das coisas!

Aproveitem o fim de semana para ler, reflecir, amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-1626863904646037146?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/1626863904646037146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=1626863904646037146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/1626863904646037146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/1626863904646037146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/meditem-letrados-verdade-est-na-intuio.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlbvsNzpJjI/AAAAAAAAAro/aSqGCd7XEMM/s72-c/her%C3%B3igast%C3%A3ocontente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-6348252267672418437</id><published>2007-05-23T02:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:10.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlW7BtzpJdI/AAAAAAAAAq0/i2em-MT_z2s/s1600-h/Ren%C3%A9+caricatura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlW7BtzpJdI/AAAAAAAAAq0/i2em-MT_z2s/s400/Ren%C3%A9+caricatura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068162593825826258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



" Ja dissemos que só na intuição das coisas, quer simples, quer ligadas, é que não pode haver erro" 

 

"Além disso, na maioria dos casos sobre que discutem os letrados, trata-se, quase sempre, de uma questão de palavras."

p 85, 86 "Regras para a Direcção do Espírito" TF, ed .70

René Descartes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-6348252267672418437?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/6348252267672418437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=6348252267672418437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6348252267672418437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6348252267672418437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/ja-dissemos-que-s-na-intuio-das-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlW7BtzpJdI/AAAAAAAAAq0/i2em-MT_z2s/s72-c/Ren%C3%A9+caricatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2335907833355646480</id><published>2007-05-23T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T02:58:29.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos, começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer, para subir pouco a pouco, gradualmente, até ao conhecimento dos mais compostos, e admitindo mesmo certa ordem entre aqueles que não se prendem naturalmente uns com os outros" Discurso do Método, Descartes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2335907833355646480?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2335907833355646480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2335907833355646480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2335907833355646480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2335907833355646480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos_23.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-5553876213827578798</id><published>2007-05-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:32:57.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mordidos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos...", Discurso do Método, Descartes

Recordo duas frases de R Descartes que estão debaixo do meu travesseiro:

Uma:&lt;strong&gt; Feliz aquele que conseguiu passar despercebido.&lt;/strong&gt;

Não vou pôr aspas, pois estou a citar de memória ( debaixo do travesseiro !)

A outra, a suas Magestades, &lt;strong&gt;Não quero cargos, quero apenas que me deixem escrever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5553876213827578798?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5553876213827578798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5553876213827578798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5553876213827578798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5553876213827578798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos_22.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-2936280559889240213</id><published>2007-05-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:10.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida de Descartes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlHSDNzpJPI/AAAAAAAAApE/AH3yazwO_lI/s1600-h/CH_Imagination32ilumina%C3%A7%C3%A3odivinac%C3%A9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlHSDNzpJPI/AAAAAAAAApE/AH3yazwO_lI/s400/CH_Imagination32ilumina%C3%A7%C3%A3odivinac%C3%A9u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067062008456226034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Decartes nasceu em Touraine. Morreu vítima de uma pneumonia, na fria Estocolmo para onde fora , a convite da rainha Cristina.

É preciso agradar aos poderosos....Lá foi o homem e morreu com quarenta e tal anos com toda a matemática na cabeça...onde a matemática nascera.

Detesto a Rainha Cristina.

Antes, tivera que escrever a sua tese, à Sorbonne, em latim, sob pena irredutível de não ser aceite.As Instituições Universitárias ....são o que eram!

Máxima estupidez!Latim para  Descartes era , digamos, mais ou menos estranho...

( embora se tivesse iniciado em  leis tal  era a profissão do pai)

Descartes tinha 22 anos. Com o fim de conhecer o "grande livro do mundo" iniciou a sua vida de soldado  nos exércitos holandeses, na luta contra oa espanhóis, em 1618.

Assim fugiu à boémia de Paris de que tanto gostava.Enclausurou-se para poder meditar.

Descartes nunca se casou.

Porém, teve uma filha que viria a morrer adolescente o que deixou uma ferida insarável no pai.

Contam os historiadores (Prof Gustavo Fraga , em prefácio, Meditações sobre a Filosofia Primeira, Almedina 1988)que no ano de 1619, em Outubro,Descartes teve três sonhos que lhe predisseram o futuro.Premonições.

Amanhão eu conto os sonhos.Vou pedir ao Freu, esta noite, que os analise.

Quando visitei a casa dele em França tive a sensação  de que já tinha passado por

 ali!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2936280559889240213?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2936280559889240213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2936280559889240213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2936280559889240213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2936280559889240213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/decartes-nasceu-em-touraine.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RlHSDNzpJPI/AAAAAAAAApE/AH3yazwO_lI/s72-c/CH_Imagination32ilumina%C3%A7%C3%A3odivinac%C3%A9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-8932674895827964969</id><published>2007-05-18T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:12.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atenção'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rk3DqNzpJDI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Q2OC7zSRQ9g/s1600-h/GataLOL%2520catLOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rk3DqNzpJDI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Q2OC7zSRQ9g/s400/GataLOL%2520catLOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065920285889864754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Ollhe que a história das «ideias claras» é interessante!

Vamos a acordar , menina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-8932674895827964969?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/8932674895827964969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=8932674895827964969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8932674895827964969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8932674895827964969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/ollhe-que-histria-das-ideias-claras.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rk3DqNzpJDI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Q2OC7zSRQ9g/s72-c/GataLOL%2520catLOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4405089912126763579</id><published>2007-05-18T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T04:20:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descartes: o retrato por Koyré




“As pessoas conheciam-se melhor. Descartes tinha vivido em Paris, frequentado os meios científicos, onde ainda se lembravam do homenzinho colérico e bizarro não suportava a contradição, levantava-se tarde e detestava as visitas que se costumava encontrar em casa de Mersenne, de Bérulle, de Gibieuf. Sabia-se que ele tinha bruscamente deixado Paris para se ir enterrar em qualquer buraco da Holanda.” (p.13-AKoyré ed.Presença, 92)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-4405089912126763579?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/4405089912126763579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=4405089912126763579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4405089912126763579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4405089912126763579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/descartes-o-retrato-por-koyr-as-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-3992027398818101221</id><published>2007-05-17T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:12.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evidência cartesiana'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkxXadzpJCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pEljDDN7gkU/s1600-h/CH_Imagination61janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkxXadzpJCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pEljDDN7gkU/s400/CH_Imagination61janela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065519793074414626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos, começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer, para subir pouco a pouco, gradualmente, até ao conhecimento dos mais compostos, e admitindo mesmo certa ordem entre aqueles que não se prendem naturalmente uns com os outros" Discurso do Método, Descartes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Pergunta a Descartes, sobre o método das « ideias claras »&lt;/strong&gt;

 em” Considerações sobre Descartes, A Koyré, Ed. Presença, 4ª edição 1992, pag .13)

“Quem é que com efeito, já alguma vez pôs em dúvida que o &lt;em&gt;filósofo&lt;/em&gt;,

 enquanto tal,não devesse submeter-se somente à evidência da razão? E quem é que até

 aos nossos dias, pelo menos alguma vez negou o valor superior da ideia clara sobre 

a obscura?”

-Ninguém. Responde Koyré.

“ &lt;strong&gt;Como ninguém nunca contestou o valor da ordem e a necessidade de começar pelas

 coisas simples e fáceis e não, inversamente, pelas, pelas mais difíceis e mais


 complicadas. São lugares comuns da filosofia.”&lt;/strong&gt;

“ Mas que clareza é essa que devemos procurar? Qual é essa ordem que devemos seguir? 

Quais são essas coisas simples e fáceis pelas quais devemos começar?”


«É na resposta a esta pergunta que reside a revolução Cartesiana»


Se está interessado em saber o que é a revolução Cartesiana, veja próximos post aqui, em Halisse Land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3992027398818101221?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3992027398818101221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3992027398818101221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3992027398818101221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3992027398818101221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos_17.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkxXadzpJCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pEljDDN7gkU/s72-c/CH_Imagination61janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2620484049171526787</id><published>2007-05-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:12.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descartes: racionalismo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RksbAtzpJAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qOWTuKpqwzU/s1600-h/torneirapingo_Imagination44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RksbAtzpJAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qOWTuKpqwzU/s400/torneirapingo_Imagination44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065171905018405890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos ????&lt;/strong&gt; Se o Discurso do Método, se Descartes não tivesse existido, tínhamos este cenário

 (de Montainge):




                                          (Descartes, segundo Koyré Ed Presença, 1999)









«Nada mais é, que opinião, num mundo incerto!

Porque se tudo é possível, é que nada é verdadeiro. E se nada é seguro, só o erro é certo.


Pouco a pouco a dúvida foi-se e vai-se instalando.


Montaigne fez o balanço do século XVI “ &lt;strong&gt;O homem nada sabe, porque o homem não é nada.”&lt;/strong&gt;

Que fazer? Tentar recoser o véu da ilusão?

O fofo traseiro da dúvida é muito duro. A longo prazo é intolerável. Veio a revolução Cartesiana.

Assim chegamos a Descartes, ao racionalismo, ao método, ás ideias claras.

E hoje, 2007? Trezentos e tal anos depois. Montaigne? Descartes?

Pergunto eu, Em que fluidos sociais navegamos? Idade Média ou racionalismo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2620484049171526787?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2620484049171526787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2620484049171526787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2620484049171526787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2620484049171526787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos_16.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RksbAtzpJAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qOWTuKpqwzU/s72-c/torneirapingo_Imagination44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2957235342127121243</id><published>2007-05-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:12.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomeações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RknQgVLVYlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RyISnUHv1XI/s1600-h/cerveja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RknQgVLVYlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RyISnUHv1XI/s400/cerveja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064808509813908050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Vamos comemorar?

Porquê esta abundância de dias nomeados em Maio?



No dia 17, quinta-feira é dia das Telecomunicações.

No dia 18, sexta, é dia Internacional dos Museus.

&lt;strong&gt;No dia 21 , segunda feira, Dia Mundial da Diversidade Cultural para o Desenvolvimento

No dia 22, terça é dia do Autor Português

e

Dia Internacional da Diversidade Biológica.&lt;/strong&gt; (Dia 26 é dia de comprar o expresso)


Nesta casa, vamos comemorar os dias de Maio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2957235342127121243?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2957235342127121243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2957235342127121243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2957235342127121243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2957235342127121243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/vamos-comemorar-porqu-esta-abundncia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RknQgVLVYlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RyISnUHv1XI/s72-c/cerveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7712481351393031574</id><published>2007-05-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:13.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki9YlLVYgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CRFKfD-pZ8A/s1600-h/Oppenheim%C3%89pica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki9YlLVYgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CRFKfD-pZ8A/s400/Oppenheim%C3%89pica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064506010972283394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki8RFLVYfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QBxqVOFiiys/s1600-h/Flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki8RFLVYfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QBxqVOFiiys/s400/Flower1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064504782611636722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Do outro lado do dia:

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki67VLVYeI/AAAAAAAAAko/jANMsmv8VZM/s1600-h/Flower3SH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki67VLVYeI/AAAAAAAAAko/jANMsmv8VZM/s400/Flower3SH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064503309437854178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki6slLVYdI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ra-fPKV6ys0/s1600-h/Flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki6slLVYdI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ra-fPKV6ys0/s400/Flower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064503056034783698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Obrigado pelas Tuas flores.
não sei se hoje me afastei de Ti
Mas senti-Te próximo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7712481351393031574?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7712481351393031574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7712481351393031574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7712481351393031574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7712481351393031574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/obrigado-pelas-tuas-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rki9YlLVYgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CRFKfD-pZ8A/s72-c/Oppenheim%C3%89pica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5717220750124629872</id><published>2007-05-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:13.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkSGslLVYZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lZqhQS9gPAc/s1600-h/maroleo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkSGslLVYZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lZqhQS9gPAc/s400/maroleo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063319981523296658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




O lado poético da vida. Ontem perguntava-me uma enfermeira : você é do país das maravilhas?
 
Sou! Respondi.

A senhora ficou espantada com a resposta e  corrigiu-me :" &lt;strong&gt;do país do faz de conta&lt;/strong&gt;"!

Penso:"Engraçado que não tenho a ideia de a conhecer. Como é que ela acertou no estilo do " meu " país?

Inspiro a primavera: Ah!... Sinto-me apátrida. Verdadeiramente.O meu país é onde estiver o mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5717220750124629872?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5717220750124629872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5717220750124629872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5717220750124629872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5717220750124629872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-lado-potico-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkSGslLVYZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lZqhQS9gPAc/s72-c/maroleo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-6353308723150204805</id><published>2007-05-10T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:13.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evidência cartesiana'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já cá está fora!!!

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkLuyFLVYVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5QNLn1fYsMo/s1600-h/sagentoluisgomes2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkLuyFLVYVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5QNLn1fYsMo/s400/sagentoluisgomes2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062871475268444498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Mesmo o que parece &lt;strong&gt;evidente &lt;/strong&gt; " &lt;em&gt;que o sargento Luis Gomes foi condenado por mudar fraldas  a uma criancinha que não nasceu em berço farto"  &lt;/em&gt;não  o é, evidente? Gostei de ouvir, hoje  a Maria Barroso a dizer que  tambem assim pensa!

Uma evidência "é" em termos absolutos, ou apenas "parece" em termos relativos? Neste último caso temos opiniões, não evidências.A interpretação da lei admite opiniões ?
Ou deve ser objectiva como uma evidência.Lembrem-se da Evidência Cartesiana.

Ainda bem sargento! Pela sua coragem um grande  beijo da Halisse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-6353308723150204805?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/6353308723150204805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=6353308723150204805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6353308723150204805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6353308723150204805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/mesmo-o-que-parece-evidente-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkLuyFLVYVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5QNLn1fYsMo/s72-c/sagentoluisgomes2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5631056176443425903</id><published>2007-05-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:14.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoções'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkHv-VLVYTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BBL1TP2wFJA/s1600-h/Gihist%C3%B3ria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkHv-VLVYTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BBL1TP2wFJA/s400/Gihist%C3%B3ria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062591310256759090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkHuhVLVYPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/v9VapXD-shM/s1600-h/dianeairbusmonstro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkHuhVLVYPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/v9VapXD-shM/s400/dianeairbusmonstro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062589712528924914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos..." Escrever o que as imagens me apetecem.Não, Não, mil vezes não!Irritação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5631056176443425903?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5631056176443425903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5631056176443425903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5631056176443425903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5631056176443425903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/conduzir-por-ordem-os-meus-pensamentos.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkHv-VLVYTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BBL1TP2wFJA/s72-c/Gihist%C3%B3ria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3986015323001043028</id><published>2007-05-08T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:14.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descartes: a dúvida metódica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O dia da dúvida:&lt;/strong&gt;

Por esta estrada vai o meu pensamento! Você vê-o? Não? Então, você não exite.

Concorda? Litigue. Resista. Use o método cartesiano e pense!

Duvide das frases, como "pela  estrada vai o meu pensamento"! Já duvidou hoje, de algo? E da frase duvidou ? E da conclusão ?

Vá amigo (a)faça um &lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt; com este título: do que eu duvidei hoje.Ou acreditou em tudo?

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkCVs1LVYJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4vaYuqU49r4/s1600-h/dageralipertoestrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkCVs1LVYJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4vaYuqU49r4/s400/dageralipertoestrada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062210578585837714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



«...&lt;em&gt;Que direi de mim, pergunto, que parece que concebo esta cera tão distintamente?.."....Porque se faço o juízo de que a cera existe, pelo facto de a ver, certamente se segue, com muito maior evidência, que eu também existo, em virtude de a ver.....Se faço o juízo de que a cêra existe porque lhe toco, tambem se segue de novo o mesmo, ou seja, que eu sou" &lt;/em&gt;Decartes(p 132, meditações sobre a filosofia primeira ,Almedina 1988)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3986015323001043028?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3986015323001043028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3986015323001043028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3986015323001043028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3986015323001043028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/por-esta-estrada-vai-o-meu-pensamento.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RkCVs1LVYJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4vaYuqU49r4/s72-c/dageralipertoestrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3222696150086798504</id><published>2007-05-07T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:14.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mãe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;À minha mãe:&lt;/strong&gt;





Eu sei que vai atrasada  (imagem do albúm). Mas vai!Lembraste do dia em que vestiste este glamorouso vestido?  Ficou no meu pensamento. O tempo corroeu-te.O tempo invade-nos o corpo.Depois a alma.Mas isto não é o teu tempo. É a nossa eternidade! 

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rj9ItVLVYGI/AAAAAAAAAho/uCE7Yrc4jSs/s1600-h/mulher+de+vermelhops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rj9ItVLVYGI/AAAAAAAAAho/uCE7Yrc4jSs/s400/mulher+de+vermelhops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061844449803722850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos...., começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3222696150086798504?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3222696150086798504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3222696150086798504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3222696150086798504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3222696150086798504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/minha-me-eu-sei-que-vai-atrasado.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rj9ItVLVYGI/AAAAAAAAAho/uCE7Yrc4jSs/s72-c/mulher+de+vermelhops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5034259606105225266</id><published>2007-05-03T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:15.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia do sol'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpuFLVYAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5OZMwnXroGM/s1600-h/dia+de+nevoiero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpuFLVYAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5OZMwnXroGM/s400/dia+de+nevoiero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060332634200432642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpTFLVX_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/h32WgKVLnEA/s1600-h/dia+de+nevoeiro6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpTFLVX_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/h32WgKVLnEA/s400/dia+de+nevoeiro6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060332170343964658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpH1LVX-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/6R2adgkehlQ/s1600-h/dia+de+nevoeiro5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpH1LVX-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/6R2adgkehlQ/s400/dia+de+nevoeiro5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060331977070436322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;strong&gt;Dia do Sol&lt;/strong&gt;:





A melhor maneira de sentir as coisas é não as ter:ter o nevoeiro em vez do sol é como ter saudades.

No nevoeiro há uma beleza misteriosa!Um enigma para resolver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5034259606105225266?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5034259606105225266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5034259606105225266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5034259606105225266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5034259606105225266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-do-sol-melhor-maneira-de-sentir-as.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjnpuFLVYAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5OZMwnXroGM/s72-c/dia+de+nevoiero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-505034650976173039</id><published>2007-05-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:16.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta'/><title type='text'>Em maio: mundos tranquilos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj971LVX8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/bxbImgYiMOQ/s1600-h/mundo+tranquilo+e+divertidocorbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060073385679478722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj971LVX8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/bxbImgYiMOQ/s400/mundo+tranquilo+e+divertidocorbis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj9nlLVX7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UaEZX1tZxIY/s1600-h/marlugar+de+paz+corbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060073037787127730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj9nlLVX7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UaEZX1tZxIY/s400/marlugar+de+paz+corbis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj9PVLVX6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/txNrEBCkoWM/s1600-h/maiomarabaixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060072621175300002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj9PVLVX6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/txNrEBCkoWM/s400/maiomarabaixo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos, começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer, para subir pouco a pouco, gradualmente, até ao conhecimento dos mais compostos, e admitindo mesmo certa ordem entre aqueles que não se prendem naturalmente uns com os outros" Discurso do Método, Descartes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-505034650976173039?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/505034650976173039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=505034650976173039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/505034650976173039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/505034650976173039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/em-maio-mundos-tranquilos.html' title='Em maio: mundos tranquilos'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rjj971LVX8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/bxbImgYiMOQ/s72-c/mundo+tranquilo+e+divertidocorbis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2769122300587540343</id><published>2007-05-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:16.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gestos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjeIc1LVX2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/50vILiPYF9U/s1600-h/nÃ£osaltecorbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059662735266373474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjeIc1LVX2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/50vILiPYF9U/s400/n%C3%A3osaltecorbis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Salto no desconhecido:
Salta
Mais uma vez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2769122300587540343?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2769122300587540343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2769122300587540343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2769122300587540343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2769122300587540343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/05/salto-no-desconhecido-salta-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjeIc1LVX2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/50vILiPYF9U/s72-c/n%C3%A3osaltecorbis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5091846248799728389</id><published>2007-04-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:17.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'>Distorção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjZQ51LVX1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/aIXFb3HtlG0/s1600-h/cravo25deabril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059320185854713682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjZQ51LVX1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/aIXFb3HtlG0/s400/cravo25deabril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Distorção : o cravo!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5091846248799728389?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5091846248799728389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5091846248799728389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5091846248799728389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5091846248799728389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/distoro.html' title='Distorção'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RjZQ51LVX1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/aIXFb3HtlG0/s72-c/cravo25deabril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2336268257420072158</id><published>2007-04-24T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:17.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='armas de fogo américa'/><title type='text'>violência (cont)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ri3eneqvFCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZSOlO-X8YY4/s1600-h/herÃ³iamÃ©ricadonortecombandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056942726435509282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ri3eneqvFCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZSOlO-X8YY4/s400/her%C3%B3iam%C3%A9ricadonortecombandeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;W:Phillips, 60, anos, ( ver post anterior ) matou David Beverly, a tiro dizendo &lt;em&gt;" És aquele que me vai despedir"&lt;/em&gt; pouco antes de o matar na a tiro, na sexta-feira.

Uma má avaliação terá "irritado" Philips que se barricou durante 4 horas com uma refém, nas instalações da NASA.

Philips levava uma pistola quando entrou no gabinete do Engeheiro responsável pelo cotrole de qualidade no Centro Espacial Johnson. Após matar o engeheiro, Phillips amarrou a mulher a uma cadeira. Foi nessa posição que permaneceu durante 4 horas, até Phillips se suicidar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ri3e7eqvFDI/AAAAAAAAAew/EDEHRYMlskA/s1600-h/atirador2armadefogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056943070032892978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ri3e7eqvFDI/AAAAAAAAAew/EDEHRYMlskA/s400/atirador2armadefogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;América!Mr. Bush :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou armam todos ou desarmam todos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Mantêm a tradição de respeito pelos direitos humanos, sem dúvida.

Na gestão empresarial são um mimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2336268257420072158?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2336268257420072158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2336268257420072158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2336268257420072158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2336268257420072158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/wphillips-60-anos-ver-post-anterior.html' title='violência (cont)'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ri3eneqvFCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZSOlO-X8YY4/s72-c/her%C3%B3iam%C3%A9ricadonortecombandeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2505037435608942413</id><published>2007-04-22T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:17.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social patologia'/><title type='text'>Violência ao domicílio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Risz9OqvE7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/-676tJ5x774/s1600-h/NasaviolÃªncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056192133655892914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Risz9OqvE7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/-676tJ5x774/s400/Nasaviol%C3%AAncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasa/ Phillips, 61 anos, fez:



".... matou a tiro um colega
fez um

refém

e se suicidou"

&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente-se que há um «poder» a esmagar as pessoas।&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
Sociólogos precisam-se!

Criminologistas precisam-se!

Reflexão sobre as democracias !

Expliquem-nos , esta violência।

Ajudem as pessoas a compreender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2505037435608942413?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2505037435608942413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2505037435608942413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2505037435608942413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2505037435608942413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/violncia-ao-domiclio.html' title='Violência ao domicílio'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Risz9OqvE7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/-676tJ5x774/s72-c/Nasaviol%C3%AAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3090345245074361661</id><published>2007-04-22T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:17.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social patologia'/><title type='text'>Violência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RisuR-qvE6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z07hxGqqidQ/s1600-h/presidente+do+PRN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056185893068411810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RisuR-qvE6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z07hxGqqidQ/s400/presidente+do+PRN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;a cada pais a sua! Revivalismos nazis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3090345245074361661?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3090345245074361661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3090345245074361661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3090345245074361661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3090345245074361661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/violncia.html' title='Violência'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RisuR-qvE6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z07hxGqqidQ/s72-c/presidente+do+PRN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3305503036102067640</id><published>2007-04-20T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:26:57.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social patologia'/><title type='text'>Globalização dos ataques suicidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8WDEHrlHoM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3305503036102067640?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3305503036102067640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3305503036102067640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3305503036102067640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3305503036102067640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_20.html' title='Globalização dos ataques suicidas'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-8390777958900485450</id><published>2007-04-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:18.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta'/><title type='text'>O komplexo planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RiY4kxXC73I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-9-EfP2qBdE/s1600-h/GalleryPlayer-11_Earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RiY4kxXC73I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-9-EfP2qBdE/s400/GalleryPlayer-11_Earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054789836146405234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


" conduzir por ordem os meus pensamentos, começando pelos objectos mais simples e mais fáceis de conhecer, para subir pouco a pouco, gradualmente, até ao conhecimento dos mais compostos, e admitindo mesmo certa ordem entre aqueles que não se prendem naturalmente uns com os outros" Discurso do Método, Descartes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-8390777958900485450?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/8390777958900485450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=8390777958900485450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8390777958900485450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8390777958900485450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-planeta.html' title='O komplexo planeta'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RiY4kxXC73I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-9-EfP2qBdE/s72-c/GalleryPlayer-11_Earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5609732638419933546</id><published>2007-04-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:18.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canibalismo D Phittas'/><title type='text'>Campanha negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RhunMGCnXCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wt60XdiA8vw/s1600-h/S%C3%B3crtes+cria%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+um+sistema+infegrado+de+seguran%C3%A7a+interna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RhunMGCnXCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wt60XdiA8vw/s400/S%C3%B3crtes+cria%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+um+sistema+infegrado+de+seguran%C3%A7a+interna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051815233247992866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Sócrates

Não se deixou envolver e fêz bem. Mande os jornalistas pentear macacos. Boa sorte para a entrevista.Provas, provas, provas.Tipo Inimigo Público "Se não é  estúpido podia ser" "Se é engenheiro podia não ser" " senão é engenheiro podia ser"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5609732638419933546?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5609732638419933546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5609732638419933546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5609732638419933546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5609732638419933546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/campanha-negra.html' title='Campanha negra'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RhunMGCnXCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wt60XdiA8vw/s72-c/S%C3%B3crtes+cria%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+um+sistema+infegrado+de+seguran%C3%A7a+interna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2633048291788598248</id><published>2007-04-03T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:18.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='औतोरेस premiados'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RhOJBbwTVyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wHwFxDBM4Sc/s1600-h/antonio+lobo+antunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RhOJBbwTVyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wHwFxDBM4Sc/s400/antonio+lobo+antunes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049530264935683874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Por ausência forçada, só hoje posso dar os parabens pelo Prémio Pesssoa.
Um abraço, sincero e atrasado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2633048291788598248?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2633048291788598248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2633048291788598248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2633048291788598248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2633048291788598248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/04/antunes.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RhOJBbwTVyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wHwFxDBM4Sc/s72-c/antonio+lobo+antunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5375553286688519410</id><published>2007-03-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:18.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia do consumidor'/><title type='text'>O Dia do Consumidor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Estou, desde manhã cedo a ouvir repetida e enfáticamente que estão a ser apreendidos explosivos , digo, pescado e pão, por perigo de rebentamento, digo, por faltas menores.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Cuidado consumidores! Com tanta gana vamos passar de consumidores a vítimas de" terrorismo"!É o pânico Sen&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfljApcohmI/AAAAAAAAAag/fLJGpAax6CU/s1600-h/ZÃ©pelintrapirata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042170120595080802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="121" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfljApcohmI/AAAAAAAAAag/fLJGpAax6CU/s400/Z%C3%A9pelintrapirata.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5375553286688519410?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5375553286688519410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5375553286688519410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5375553286688519410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5375553286688519410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-dia-do-consumidor.html' title='O Dia do Consumidor'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfljApcohmI/AAAAAAAAAag/fLJGpAax6CU/s72-c/Z%C3%A9pelintrapirata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3343074453111972712</id><published>2007-03-14T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:18.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bento XVI'/><title type='text'>Dar o testemunho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RffTP5cohlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5A8TAkWeDlY/s1600-h/Bento+XVI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041730577936975442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RffTP5cohlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5A8TAkWeDlY/s400/Bento+XVI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Papa pede a políticos católicos que rejeitem aborto, eutanásia e uniões gay
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;«O culto a Deus nunca é um acto meramente privado, requer um testemunho público (....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3343074453111972712?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3343074453111972712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3343074453111972712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3343074453111972712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3343074453111972712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/dar-o-testemunho.html' title='Dar o testemunho'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RffTP5cohlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5A8TAkWeDlY/s72-c/Bento+XVI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5348117107254817053</id><published>2007-03-14T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:19.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violência doméstica'/><title type='text'>Tribunal Relação Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RffPJJcohkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lNfY-481Xn4/s1600-h/violÃªncia+domÃ©tica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041726063926347330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RffPJJcohkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lNfY-481Xn4/s400/viol%C3%AAncia+dom%C3%A9tica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ver DN.14-03-07&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Um homem foi acusado pelo MP de maus tratos à mulher por lhe ter dado dois socos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Homem absolvido depois de duas agressões à mulher.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Os cidadãos não percebem os tribunais.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;os tribunais não percebem os cidadãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5348117107254817053?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5348117107254817053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5348117107254817053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5348117107254817053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5348117107254817053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/tribunal-relao-porto.html' title='Tribunal Relação Porto'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RffPJJcohkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lNfY-481Xn4/s72-c/viol%C3%AAncia+dom%C3%A9tica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2238688791123804985</id><published>2007-03-13T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:19.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canibalismo D Phittas'/><title type='text'>Dom Phittas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfZ3V5coheI/AAAAAAAAAZg/unwF1Bvn6pI/s1600-h/grande+olho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041348050969724386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfZ3V5coheI/AAAAAAAAAZg/unwF1Bvn6pI/s400/grande+olho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfZ2i5cohdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_AOhAKxDBzk/s1600-h/canibalmenu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347174796395986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfZ2i5cohdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_AOhAKxDBzk/s400/canibalmenu.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Será que tens assim tanto apetite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refiro-me ao Goya. Ao quadro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas estou a pensar em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou mesmo a olhar para ti:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dom Phittas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quê tanta mentira?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;és um canibal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2238688791123804985?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2238688791123804985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2238688791123804985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2238688791123804985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2238688791123804985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/dom-phittas.html' title='Dom Phittas?'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfZ3V5coheI/AAAAAAAAAZg/unwF1Bvn6pI/s72-c/grande+olho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4641519453576146854</id><published>2007-03-12T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:19.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albúm de viagens'/><title type='text'>Compra, moça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfV37JcohcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HVzKeyIWf7g/s1600-h/cultura5_salvador_artesanato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041067215943140802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfV37JcohcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HVzKeyIWf7g/s400/cultura5_salvador_artesanato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfV3nZcohbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/S13xa7QPETY/s1600-h/cultura5_salvador_mercado_modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041066876640724402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfV3nZcohbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/S13xa7QPETY/s400/cultura5_salvador_mercado_modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;a arte e o artesanato do baiano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-4641519453576146854?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/4641519453576146854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=4641519453576146854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4641519453576146854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4641519453576146854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/compra-moa.html' title='Compra, moça'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfV37JcohcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HVzKeyIWf7g/s72-c/cultura5_salvador_artesanato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7987492416722805834</id><published>2007-03-11T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:20.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens baia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brasil'/><title type='text'>Vá lá um bolinho dona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRwpcohYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Axct_K7JzeE/s1600-h/cultura5_salvador_comidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040603041647592834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRwpcohYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Axct_K7JzeE/s400/cultura5_salvador_comidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRhpcohXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/j2dum952yMg/s1600-h/cultura5_salvador_capoeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040602783949555058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRhpcohXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/j2dum952yMg/s400/cultura5_salvador_capoeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRVpcohWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9S3cS_1G2Qo/s1600-h/cultura5_salvador_fita_bonfim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040602577791124834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRVpcohWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9S3cS_1G2Qo/s400/cultura5_salvador_fita_bonfim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Proteja-se com o seu orixá dona. A dança de guerra dos escravos. Hoje, é um magnifíco exercício, espectáculo proximo da dança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7987492416722805834?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7987492416722805834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7987492416722805834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7987492416722805834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7987492416722805834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='Vá lá um bolinho dona'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfPRwpcohYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Axct_K7JzeE/s72-c/cultura5_salvador_comidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3890103650865048324</id><published>2007-03-10T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:20.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><title type='text'>É tua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfL9S5cohVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4Fyo-EijF-U/s1600-h/GalleryPlayer-4_Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040369434081396050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfL9S5cohVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4Fyo-EijF-U/s400/GalleryPlayer-4_Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;para quem provar que merece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3890103650865048324?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3890103650865048324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3890103650865048324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3890103650865048324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3890103650865048324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/tua.html' title='É tua'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfL9S5cohVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4Fyo-EijF-U/s72-c/GalleryPlayer-4_Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5175859954350942776</id><published>2007-03-08T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:21.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recordações de viagem'/><title type='text'>D. Fitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfFzYpcohTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DrmAMkd5xdw/s1600-h/fitasnavertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039936325284300082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfFzYpcohTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DrmAMkd5xdw/s400/fitasnavertical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfFzAJcohSI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-iwa67PqwmU/s1600-h/fitasnavertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039935904377505058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfFzAJcohSI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-iwa67PqwmU/s400/fitasnavertical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saúdo-te daqui, D.Fitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já fintas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;há meses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi bom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mando-te este postal da Baia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que o Jesus do Bom fim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( religião local)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zele por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5175859954350942776?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5175859954350942776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5175859954350942776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5175859954350942776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5175859954350942776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/d-fitas.html' title='D. Fitas'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfFzYpcohTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DrmAMkd5xdw/s72-c/fitasnavertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3283456880527475619</id><published>2007-03-08T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:21.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfAw9NnlIVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VaHNNDGxrDg/s1600-h/tristemulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039581811213410642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfAw9NnlIVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VaHNNDGxrDg/s400/tristemulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfAwGdnlIUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i0DnCjHUNTk/s1600-h/bruxa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039580870615572802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfAwGdnlIUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i0DnCjHUNTk/s400/bruxa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há poucas centenas de anos eram queimadas no Terreiro do Paço&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;sob a acusação de bruxaria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora é mais violência doutro tipo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a luta continua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3283456880527475619?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3283456880527475619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3283456880527475619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3283456880527475619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3283456880527475619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RfAw9NnlIVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VaHNNDGxrDg/s72-c/tristemulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4720838052296008784</id><published>2007-03-06T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:40:06.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disciplina alunos + de 18 anos'/><title type='text'>Disciplina alunos</title><content type='html'>Acima dos 18. Os outros não conheço.

No Regulamento deveria constar:

Não levar o boné para a aula.
Desligar os telemóveis.
Desligar despertadores.
Não jogar às cartas, durante as aulas.
Não beber  refrigerantes.
Não colocar preservativos, em cima da secretária da professor(a).
Não combinar com claques desportivas virem concentrar-se perto da janela, onde a aula decorre, a gritar sobre desporto.
Não andar a zanzar a volta do professor, com falsas questões.
Não sentar em cima das secretárias dos colegas.
Esperar pelo intervalo para namorar.
Não agredir  fisicamente o professor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-4720838052296008784?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/4720838052296008784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=4720838052296008784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4720838052296008784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4720838052296008784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/03/disciplina-alunos.html' title='Disciplina alunos'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-3333838949935623146</id><published>2007-02-27T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:22.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albumfamília'/><title type='text'>Para as minhas filhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReS0y-sNDNI/AAAAAAAAATY/KKdi0VDFH18/s1600-h/alicesombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036349071221918930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReS0y-sNDNI/AAAAAAAAATY/KKdi0VDFH18/s400/alicesombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReS0cesNDMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FzwtRdD_494/s1600-h/asirmÃ£s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036348684674862274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReS0cesNDMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/FzwtRdD_494/s400/asirm%C3%A3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReSz3OsNDLI/AAAAAAAAATI/CYZ6oXBnzBw/s1600-h/asduasirmÃ£s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036348044724735154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReSz3OsNDLI/AAAAAAAAATI/CYZ6oXBnzBw/s400/asduasirm%C3%A3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReSzhOsNDKI/AAAAAAAAATA/3CZnvOhqWuI/s1600-h/aliceasduas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036347666767613090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReSzhOsNDKI/AAAAAAAAATA/3CZnvOhqWuI/s400/aliceasduas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReSzTOsNDJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pxumod31OrQ/s1600-h/alicedooutroladoespelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036347426249444498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReSzTOsNDJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pxumod31OrQ/s400/alicedooutroladoespelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3333838949935623146?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3333838949935623146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3333838949935623146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3333838949935623146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3333838949935623146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/02/para-as-minhas-filhas.html' title='Para as minhas filhas'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReS0y-sNDNI/AAAAAAAAATY/KKdi0VDFH18/s72-c/alicesombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3806141610870165700</id><published>2007-02-27T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:23.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postais'/><title type='text'>postal para halisse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReRBlusNDDI/AAAAAAAAARw/FaZd4VpYfPQ/s1600-h/Andysuperhomem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036222399751457842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReRBlusNDDI/AAAAAAAAARw/FaZd4VpYfPQ/s400/Andysuperhomem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não me andes a trocar os móveis da casa. E que ideia é essa de seres administrador?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao menos assina com o teu nome. Somos irmãs, gosto muito de ti, mas tudo tem limites!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Portanto, oh!" adm." se queres colaborar, tudo bem. Mas vamos a "postar"!Com limites. Não quero nem religião, nem sexo tipo sexolândia, nem política. De resto, escolhe.E que mania é essa de fechares o blog a comentários?Assume um comportamento + urbano. Certo?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um beijo para ti, miúda ( adm se é muito importante para ti!)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico à espera do post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3806141610870165700?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3806141610870165700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3806141610870165700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3806141610870165700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3806141610870165700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/02/postal-para-halisse.html' title='postal para halisse'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/ReRBlusNDDI/AAAAAAAAARw/FaZd4VpYfPQ/s72-c/Andysuperhomem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7427301394375995070</id><published>2007-02-22T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:23.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rd152usNC7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7iq04AsUtTc/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034313939623414706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rd152usNC7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7iq04AsUtTc/s400/a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;O louvor


Eu sou trabalhador
Pintor profissional
Amador, às vezes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinto, outras, minto
Mas respeitem
Eu sou um trabalhador
Às vezes, finjo,
Outras, fujo,
Mas respeitem a pintura
Debruada com mestria,
Pendurada com louvor
Louvada pelos chefes
E pelo Trabalhador
meu Superior
Às vezes finto,
Mas, por  causa nobre.
Sou pobre,
Sou triste,
Não me venham com o bastão, em riste
Se minto, ou mato,
É pró bife.
Respeitem a pintura,
Pendurada com louvor
Cas crianças querem comer
Dia a dia
Os velhos querem viver
E eu pinto e minto
E mato sem pavor




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7427301394375995070?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7427301394375995070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7427301394375995070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7427301394375995070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7427301394375995070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-louvor-eu-sou-trabalhador-pintor.html' title=''/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rd152usNC7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7iq04AsUtTc/s72-c/a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5662649715859052586</id><published>2007-02-19T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:24.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video artes Bill Viola'/><title type='text'>Influência do Islão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RdreuOsNC4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1OAJOOrWdaY/s1600-h/BillViolafogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033580419338800002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RdreuOsNC4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1OAJOOrWdaY/s400/BillViolafogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RdreuOsNC4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1OAJOOrWdaY/s1600-h/BillViolafogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033580419338800002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RdreuOsNC4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1OAJOOrWdaY/s400/BillViolafogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bill Violla

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5662649715859052586?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5662649715859052586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5662649715859052586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5662649715859052586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5662649715859052586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/02/incendiado.html' title='Influência do Islão'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RdreuOsNC4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1OAJOOrWdaY/s72-c/BillViolafogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-8589139048740621541</id><published>2007-02-02T06:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:24.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintores C Soutine'/><title type='text'>Soutine - peça de bife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcmyW1HTq8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/QRl-t_S5fRw/s1600-h/ChaimeSoutinebocado+de+bife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028746564220464066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcmyW1HTq8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/QRl-t_S5fRw/s400/ChaimeSoutinebocado+de+bife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1893-1943)
Soutine ultrapassa Picasso e Renoir leilão Sotheby`s, Londres
o quadro mais caro 13,2 milhões de euros &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-8589139048740621541?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/8589139048740621541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=8589139048740621541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8589139048740621541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8589139048740621541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/02/soutine-bife.html' title='Soutine - peça de bife'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcmyW1HTq8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/QRl-t_S5fRw/s72-c/ChaimeSoutinebocado+de+bife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7272000263739402247</id><published>2007-02-02T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:24.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monalisa Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rcih4lHTq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/N1NTo2QKNBU/s1600-h/monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028446977366666162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rcih4lHTq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/N1NTo2QKNBU/s400/monalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Há uma profunda tendência para "fazer Monas" .... Compartilhar o Enigma do olhar? Aqui não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A banalização do esforço de embelezamento, em série. A ridicularização da post meia idade, a flacidez barbuda, o cabeleirero do bairro?Já vi "esta beleza" muitas vezes. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7272000263739402247?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7272000263739402247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7272000263739402247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7272000263739402247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7272000263739402247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/02/monalisa-land.html' title='Monalisa Land'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rcih4lHTq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/N1NTo2QKNBU/s72-c/monalisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-8468976853451318090</id><published>2007-02-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:25.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintores-Picka realismo'/><title type='text'>andar a cavalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026943034438429586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcNKDlHTq5I/AAAAAAAAAME/_5TW7AkC3eA/s400/TamaradeLempicka+cavaleira.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;retrato de duquesa de salle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tamara de Lempicka
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1898-1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como eu hoje me lembrei de ti querida Tamara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando vi a senhora ! Uma alucinante alucinação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Manhã: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Traje de equitação que lhe dá um ar andrógino. Acabou a sua rotina equestre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobe a escadaria forrada de passadeira vermelha. Mas antes posa. Olha de lado. Esc&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcNIl1HTq3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dxlXKdac9DY/s1600-h/Tamaraguiandoseucarrinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026941423825693554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="54" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcNIl1HTq3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dxlXKdac9DY/s400/Tamaraguiandoseucarrinho.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onde a cara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reconhecida? Nem pensar.Veja-se como domina a cidade. Poderosa Lempicka: os prédios atabalhoados à esquerda.O centro é o seu próprio sexo , aqui envolto em tecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olha com um olhar alternativo: "&lt;em&gt;se abrir a boca vai dizer palavrões&lt;/em&gt;", penso. "&lt;em&gt;Pensa mal &lt;/em&gt;"pensa ela. E eu oiço-a a pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minutos antes vinha no seu carrito. Ninguem diria que ainda não tinha mudado o traje de equitação. Ai Lempicka, Lempicka! Quem diria que te podias pintar a ti própria com ar de santinha. Tu querida Duquesa, que tens o ar de um ditator sul- americano.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026942201214774146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="62" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RcNJTFHTq4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/DuoaC6A-ZNk/s400/Tamaracom+ar+santa.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela, a Julieta, aproximou-se, aparentemente sã, aparentemente aparente. "&lt;em&gt;E a conversa, pensei,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;lá vem ela&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;



Ei-la!!!! .................
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"&lt;em&gt;Você sabia que a Manuela foi namorada do Pichy&lt;/em&gt;?" Disparou a Julieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
"&lt;em&gt;Ela própria me contou&lt;/em&gt;", disse eu, sem espanto.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ah, mas a fulana casou-se com outro, um que é engenheiro, que tem a mania de ir à caça e deixa-a para trás. Vai daí, ela deixou-o, o marido&lt;/em&gt;" e acrescentou à socapa," &lt;em&gt;e até comprou uma nova casa na Amadora, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas o marido fica sempre com a filha na casa de Oeiras e sabe-se lá, se ela se encontra lá, na Amadora com o Pichy?".&lt;/em&gt; Fez uma pausa orgulhosa consigo própria.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Oh Julieta, diga lá, o que é que eu tenho a ver com isso?&lt;/em&gt;Perguntei alto e bom som tentando sorrir, como quando se ouve uma anedota, que a Julieta é perigosa. Sabe tudo e vê tudo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A Julieta retroquiu com um ar, já enjoado: " &lt;em&gt;Ela anda a dizer de si, o piorio!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E continuou:"&lt;em&gt;Assim você antecipa-se e diz mal dela&lt;/em&gt;" Acrescentou " &lt;em&gt;Eu fico, ao seu lado, quando falar, vou dizendo que sim com a cabeça..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensei : "T&lt;em&gt;u estás a querer vender-me uma intriga&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;em&gt; Julieta! mas para que te quero intriga?."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quanto custa essa história?" &lt;/em&gt;perguntei, alto e bom som, fingindo-me interessada e denunciando a descoberta da intenção.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Por ser para si é de graça"&lt;/em&gt; disse ela, enigmática e, em principio, sorridente&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Então e se eu não comprar?&lt;/em&gt; Perguntei.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; A Julieta respondeu firme&lt;em&gt;. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vou dá-la ao Director&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt; E acrescentou&lt;em&gt; ." Como a Manuela e o Pichy trabalham cá os dois, nunca se sabe ... quando vai ser preciso ... tal e coisa, embrulha-se isto!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rb9jL0b6khI/AAAAAAAAALA/BZcKuMvWZs8/s1600-h/raio.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025844763874202130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rb9jL0b6khI/AAAAAAAAALA/BZcKuMvWZs8/s400/raio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terá o Director chegado a comprar a intriga&lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;É que a Julieta morreu atropelada na semana seguinte . Ter tempo para bolar uma intriga é essencial. Neste caso, não sabemos. O tempo escorregou?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rb9fvUb6kfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vi-tlxZvItg/s1600-h/GAtopretosegredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025840975713047026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rb9fvUb6kfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vi-tlxZvItg/s400/GAtopretosegredo.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rb9fvUb6kfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vi-tlxZvItg/s1600-h/GAtopretosegredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/34060735-222292206617136225?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/222292206617136225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=222292206617136225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/222292206617136225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/222292206617136225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-tempo-escorregou.html' title='O tempo escorregou?'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rb9gZUb6kgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k4-kXa3Xkvw/s72-c/salvadordaliMeltingClock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4054433100403972278</id><published>2007-01-26T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:05:59.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condutas desviantes'/><title type='text'>Sou o avô cantigas, gosto de  rapazes e raparigas! ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A empresa onde o Director trabalhava tinha uma creche. Esse facto beneficiava todos. A Tereza- rabo- de- palha, tinha lá o neto , a Antónia, a Elvira a Suzana, os filhos, enfim toda a maralha comia barato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certo dia, rebentou mais um escândalo. O Director mandava usar da maior disciplina para com todas as crianças. Eram viradas para a parede com orelhas de burro, beliscadas até fazer sangue, comiam com o nariz fechado e de um só trago. Se se engasgavam, batiam-lhes nas costas com tal violência que ficavam quase desmaiadas. Os miúdos andavam tristes, pálidos, átonos e ou agressivos! Á tarde, o jardineiro ia às salas , a pretexto de rezar com as crianças.... descobriram que tinha tentado abusar sexualmente de uma delas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instado o Director ripostou : &lt;em&gt;"E assim que os pais e os avós tratam os filhos&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O marido da Suzana comentou petrificado"&lt;em&gt;Parecem pessoas, mas enganam" Agora está tudo de pé atràs...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A porteira já andava alarmada mas nada dizia. Ousou sussurar " &lt;em&gt;Era por isso que se ouvia uma criança chorar tanto, coitadinha! ." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Não&lt;/em&gt;!", arguiu a Antónia "&lt;em&gt;Essa era mal tratada pelo avô, quando chegava aqui de manhã, parece que estava tudo cego. Nem diziam nada à polícia&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Eu quando fui funcionário prisional"&lt;/em&gt; rematou o Director para final de conversa&lt;em&gt; "a polícia fechava os olhos , às bofetadas aos pontapés e socos, às coronhadas e outros mimos. " Portanto, vocês também têm de aguentar!" É a vida, já dizia o outro!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E dizendo isto, atirou uma valente escarradela para o lenço. Virou as costas e recomeçou com as suas gargalhadas femininas, enquanto ia ouvindo a anedota do jardineiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o céu estava lamacento. Como aquelas alminhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-4054433100403972278?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/4054433100403972278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=4054433100403972278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4054433100403972278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4054433100403972278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/sou-o-av-cantigas-gosto-de-rapazes-e.html' title='Sou o avô cantigas, gosto de  rapazes e raparigas! ....'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-7920251864327449575</id><published>2007-01-25T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:26.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficção rabosdepalha'/><title type='text'>O rabo de palha  da Teresa- take 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbjQh0b6kZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-r5IOJ6aCwI/s1600-h/Ron+Mueche+o+director.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023994663761777042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbjQh0b6kZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-r5IOJ6aCwI/s400/Ron+Mueche+o+director.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ron Mueck
escultura



&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Director tinha 61 anos quando começaram a chover denúncias. &lt;strong&gt;Na presença da mulher&lt;/strong&gt;, em lágrimas e dos filhos disse que se teria ido embora imediatamente se a consciência o acusasse ou se alguém o considerasse culpado, mas alguém de responsabilidade.

Reafirmou-se inocente e garantiu ser vítima da “vingança” das ex-funcionárias.

Insistiu na sua inocência e em lutar com todas as forças para o provar.

Para além de vítima das funcionárias considera ainda estar a ser “ linchado” pelos Sindicatos e Comissões de Trabalhadores.

Os sindicatos fazem correr um abaixo-assinado a defender a virtude das funcionárias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
O Director acusa os Sindicatos de terem interesses  não profissionais .

Entretanto, os Sindicatos fazem, propõe, a escolha do novo Director, que por coincidência é familiar da Teresa ( a mulher do rabo de palha, o centro da nossa história, afinal)

Entretanto, a Teresa continua a enganar (com o GMF, Grande -Mal -Feitor) o companheiro, com quem vive em união de facto, há mais de 20 anos, o Sr. Abílio, separado  de uma respeitabilíssima empregada doméstica que usava buço e com quem tinha selado matrimónio religioso e tido vários  filhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Srº Abílio não merecia tal deslealdade porque  era e é  um grande trabalhador.Tirando uma coisita ou outra. Mas a história para o Srº Abílio vai amargar. Porque a  Teresa-rabo-de-palha quando descobrir vai ser implacável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7920251864327449575?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7920251864327449575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7920251864327449575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7920251864327449575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7920251864327449575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-rabo-de-palha-take-4.html' title='O rabo de palha  da Teresa- take 4'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbjQh0b6kZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-r5IOJ6aCwI/s72-c/Ron+Mueche+o+director.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2370405391187472596</id><published>2007-01-24T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:26.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escultura'/><title type='text'>O Director acossado- take 3</title><content type='html'>Depois de ouvir a estória da D. Antónia. A minha associação de ideias e imagens :aqui fica.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rbd24Ub6kVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaXRnwbMCsI/s1600-h/Ron+Muech+Big+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ron Mueck
Big Man
escultura
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rbd24Ub6kVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaXRnwbMCsI/s1600-h/Ron+Muech+Big+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023614619285623122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="107" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rbd24Ub6kVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaXRnwbMCsI/s400/Ron+Muech+Big+Man.jpg" width="346" 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/34060735-2370405391187472596?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2370405391187472596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2370405391187472596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2370405391187472596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2370405391187472596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-director-acossado-take-3.html' title='O Director acossado- take 3'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rbd24Ub6kVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kaXRnwbMCsI/s72-c/Ron+Muech+Big+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-1175090540699502384</id><published>2007-01-24T03:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:27.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficção'/><title type='text'>O Director morto - take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdMeEb6kSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KnPzJ0V79zQ/s1600-h/Daniel+Spoerri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023567988825690402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdMeEb6kSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KnPzJ0V79zQ/s400/Daniel+Spoerri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdMLUb6kRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/t_0D3H36NOY/s1600-h/CClosepeixealmoÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023567666703143186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdMLUb6kRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/t_0D3H36NOY/s400/CClosepeixealmo%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; O assédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;Quatro colaboradoras acusaram o Director de assédio.Uma delas acusou-o de violação. Quem eram elas?&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;D. Antónia&lt;/strong&gt;, arquivista e cuidadora das plantas do piso. As outras três : uma atendia público, outra ninguém sabia o que fazia, ao certo para além de subir e descer escadas e a quarta era responsável por uma base de dados. Tambem arranjava as unhas às colegas, vendia perfumes, brincos e coisas assim. A D. Antónia era uma virtuosa do canto. Por vezes, a sua fina voz trespassava a parede e perdia-se na paisagem visível da janela. Costumavam fazer café e ofereciam ao Director, com direito a bolinhos. Um dia uma levou-lhe flores. O homem fazia anos. Mas as flores foram directas para o lixo. O homem estava mal disposto e tinha mais que fazer ..." &lt;em&gt;Que horror &lt;/em&gt;" pensei. Era normal atirar quase tudo o que elas faziam para o lixo, com referências "elogiosas". As mulheres comentavam à boca pequena:"&lt;em&gt; é um anormal&lt;/em&gt;". Nesta pequena palavra caia tudo, de facto. Por seu turno, o Director quando se referia a elas dizia "&lt;em&gt;São uns estupores&lt;/em&gt;!"
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na altura, parti para o Brasil. Não sei se ele chegou a ser acusado formalmente. Se havia provas ou apenas conluio entre as quatro. Mas que o acusavam, acusavam! Era só ter paciência para ouvir. Ou finjir a paciência, como eu, às vezes, fazia. Que as histórias eram mirambulantes, eram!Estupores com todas as letras, concordo, salvo melhor prova. Que será feito do Director ? Terá morrido?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdYCkb6kTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Tkv3m9Fmuqs/s1600-h/Ron+MueK+pai+morto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023580710518821170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="100" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdYCkb6kTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Tkv3m9Fmuqs/s400/Ron+MueK+pai+morto.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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"pai morto"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ron MuecK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1958&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Londres, Staachi Gallery
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-1175090540699502384?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/1175090540699502384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=1175090540699502384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/1175090540699502384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/1175090540699502384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-director-take-2.html' title='O Director morto - take 2'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdMeEb6kSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KnPzJ0V79zQ/s72-c/Daniel+Spoerri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-7816619269275326594</id><published>2007-01-24T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:27.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficção da vida real'/><title type='text'>O Director -a queda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdAW0b6kQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HT3SpuzUcIE/s1600-h/Ron+Muech+o+director.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023554670132105474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdAW0b6kQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HT3SpuzUcIE/s400/Ron+Muech+o+director.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rbc__kb6kPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cF7YkvGboz4/s1600-h/Daniel+Spoerri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023554270700146930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Rbc__kb6kPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cF7YkvGboz4/s400/Daniel+Spoerri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um dia, a primeira mulher do Director apareceu nas instalações sanitárias  da empresa, parte feminina,  trazendo consigo  "collants", chapeús de chuva, etc, pequenas mercadorias  para vender às senhoras empregadas. Identificou-se como a mulher do Director para gaudio geral . Divorciada "a tiro" do dito, mas a quem ele não pagava um cêntimo de alimentos. E tinham dois filhos  a estudar. Gémeos. Mostrou as fotografias  dos  rapazolas, como que a demonstrar a veracidade da sua história.O mulherio  à espera de vez, de entrar na casinha, estremeceu, um frémito de amor pelo escândalo trespassou o ar ....Ahhh! Um desabafo colectivo, um odor a intimidades alheias com a pose do Director a esvair-se... Ah! Ah! grunhiu uma obesa. Pensei " &lt;em&gt;A ti não te assediou ele, de certeza".&lt;/em&gt; As mulheres iam saindo e entrando, como formigas. Queriam vê-la! Vê-la!Que coragem, anh? dizia a Elvira. "Que coragem" repetia pelo corredor, com aquele ar sempre  estremunhado!!! Mas o Director não fez nada. Deve ter pago o que devia e a  divorciada mandou o mulherio maldizente às urtigas. Mas, naquele dia, partiu-se-lhe a imagem de santo, com asinhas e tudo...

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-7816619269275326594?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/7816619269275326594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=7816619269275326594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7816619269275326594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/7816619269275326594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-director-queda.html' title='O Director -a queda'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbdAW0b6kQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HT3SpuzUcIE/s72-c/Ron+Muech+o+director.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4258490352831647606</id><published>2007-01-23T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:28.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='referendo aborto'/><title type='text'>Takka-Takka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbZCPUb6kOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/po_hzu9Wcxg/s1600-h/Roy+Lichtenstein+taka+taka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023275265329631458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbZCPUb6kOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/po_hzu9Wcxg/s400/Roy+Lichtenstein+taka+taka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;post halisse 23-01-07

(Roy Lichtenstein, 1923 N.Y.-1997N.Y)



-a guerra "Takka-Takka" " &lt;em&gt;The exhausted soldiers, sleepless for five and six days at a time, always hungry for decent chow, suffering from the tropical fungus infections, kept fighting"
&lt;/em&gt;
Eu olho para o discurso do referendo ao aborto e também ouço Takka-Takka......
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbY74Ub6kNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KZZmx2iQu14/s1600-h/olhoRoyLichtenstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023268273122873554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbY74Ub6kNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KZZmx2iQu14/s400/olhoRoyLichtenstein.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Olho à volta e.................................... Takka-Takka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que também me dá ganas de chorar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-4258490352831647606?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/4258490352831647606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=4258490352831647606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4258490352831647606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4258490352831647606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-halisse-23-01-07-roy-lichtenstein.html' title='Takka-Takka'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbZCPUb6kOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/po_hzu9Wcxg/s72-c/Roy+Lichtenstein+taka+taka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5334290638771344801</id><published>2007-01-19T07:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:28.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desbunda social'/><title type='text'>Admira a âmbulância do Santa Maria! E Odemira?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbX29Ub6kKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DgGAjeT5OLM/s1600-h/ambulÃ¢ncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023192492719902882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbX29Ub6kKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DgGAjeT5OLM/s400/ambul%C3%A2ncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje é 23-Jan de 2007&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lufa-lufa. Acordei às 7. Preparei o pequeno almoço para a minha mãe.O resto da casa dormia. Horários de trabalho desencontrados.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saí com a cadela uma hora depois. Na entrada do prédio está uma senhora de mais de oitenta anos, a lavar a entrada. "&lt;em&gt;Bom-dia&lt;/em&gt;". Lá fora há um vizinho, baixote, que assobia...Sempre o mesmo vizinho. Que fará ali o homem se nem sequer fuma?....À frente. A cadelita faz o seu chi-chi. Linda esta cadelita. Uma Opel está parada em frente com dois jovens sentados, macambúzios. Inexpressivos. Olham para mim?... À frente. vamos até ao canteiro com a cadelita. Mais um presentito mal cheiroso para eu apanhar! Já está! Prá frente!... "&lt;em&gt;Esta praceta é um parque de estacionamento&lt;/em&gt;" penso. Do outro lado uma jovem , encostada a um carro espera alguém. Passa o dono do café da estrada de benfica, do lado de lá da praceta." &lt;em&gt;Queres dinheiro, pergunta ela?".&lt;/em&gt; Voz alta."&lt;em&gt;Estranho! Não costuma ser ao contrário, neste país de fruta.....?"&lt;/em&gt; Lembro-me do apito dourado. E da fruta. Volto para casa do outro lado. Entretanto estaciona ao lado da Opel, uma ambulância, com inscrição do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hospital de Santa Maria&lt;/span&gt;, bom carro, vidros fumados, modelo superactual. Saem 3 ou 4 homens com uma cadeirinha de lona alaranjada mais tipo praia."&lt;em&gt;Onde será, perguntam uns aos outros?"&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;em&gt;É na porteira, diz um&lt;/em&gt;!" "&lt;em&gt;Não tem porteira diz o outro."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Apetecia-me ficar ali parada a ver a produtividade dos meios de salvamento nacionais. &lt;/strong&gt;Mas com as duas carrinhas paradas , não ouso ( ambulância, inclusa, claro) não ouso, decididamente.Tanto homemzarrão a ..."trabalhar" complica e eles implicam que se olhe!!!&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Subo os sete andares de elevador e vou à janela para tirar uma fotografia à desbunda. E não é &lt;em&gt;que a ambulância tinha desaparecido, num minuto?"Em menos de um minuto encontraram o doente?" Penso:"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estes senhores andam a brincar. Enganaram-se na morada, iam visitar alguém que se mudou?"E em Odemira morrem pessoas por falta de assistência urgente. Muito mal Senhor Ministro. Excelente distribuição de recurso.&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/34060735-5334290638771344801?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5334290638771344801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5334290638771344801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5334290638771344801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5334290638771344801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/admira-mbulncia-do-santa-maria-e.html' title='Admira a âmbulância do Santa Maria! E Odemira?'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbX29Ub6kKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DgGAjeT5OLM/s72-c/ambul%C3%A2ncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-6981774532880221635</id><published>2007-01-19T07:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:28.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retratos de  famílias'/><title type='text'>Memórias soltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbTeOEb6kJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kKoZz3Zt9wg/s1600-h/Daniel+Spoerricadernos+de+secrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022883817715306642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbTeOEb6kJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kKoZz3Zt9wg/s400/Daniel+Spoerricadernos+de+secrever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbTd10b6kII/AAAAAAAAAGk/uuvwJaubbp8/s1600-h/Daniel+Spoerri+2+sofÃ¡s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022883401103478914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbTd10b6kII/AAAAAAAAAGk/uuvwJaubbp8/s400/Daniel+Spoerri+2+sof%C3%A1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando os sofás se esvaziam com o tempo ficam as memórias e os cadernos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vocês não os vêem a eles, mas eu vejo-os perfeitamente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No sofá, lá está o Srº Mendes, mais à esquerda, o Srº Director ao meio e ao lado o Drº Gomes . Acabo de me sentar no outro sofá .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As palavras-pensamentos voam para os cadernos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Classifico-os:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tipo decente é o Drº. Gomes o terceiro da fila, no primeiro sofá. Magro, alto, homem bonito em tempos, sempre reservado e sem acreditar na bondade dos homens (mulheres incluídas). Consta que tem um casamento desfeito e é amante de uma enfermeira( cuidados e caldos de galinha nunca fizeram mal a ninguém) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Srº Mendes logo o primeiro sentado, é viciado no acto de falar. Olhando para ele dir-se-ia que os maxilares foram concebidos para tal. Falar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Director senta-se no meio. É uma espécie de pai-morto. De facto, ninguém lhe negou nunca a inteligência ( mais fama que proveito a meu ver!) .Trabalhador incansável e nunca cansado tem uma grande apetência por papeís. São a sua realização pessoal, tal como a tela o é para o artista. O seu momento semanal de enorma prazer é encher uma sala sem móveis, com papeis, dezenas deles, ordenados, criteriosamente limpos, logotipos visíveis e se possível carimbos, tipo fotografia, onde cai o carimbo pára a História Universal e todos se inclinam perante a Prova de que o carimbo foi posto.Ou seja. perante ele próprio. A sua existência. Talvez seja a essência do funcionalismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É baixote. Magro.Careca.Dizem que a mulher dele é louca. Ele diz que a senhora, a que trata por Isabelocas, tem uma grave depressão. O homem gosta de se rir à gargalhada, por tudo e por nada. Mas é um esganiçar de voz , no feminino, que sai estridente, insuportável. Penso que é natural que a mulher tenha enloquecido.Nunca fala do filho que, diz-se é autista ou coisa assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Director gosta de tudo o que se relaciona com trabalho. Trabalhadores incluídos e trabalhadoras. Gosta de exibir solidariedade, mas é um homem cheio de maldade. Como veremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-6981774532880221635?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/6981774532880221635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=6981774532880221635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6981774532880221635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/6981774532880221635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/memrias-soltas.html' title='Memórias soltas'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbTeOEb6kJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kKoZz3Zt9wg/s72-c/Daniel+Spoerricadernos+de+secrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-832868675317674548</id><published>2007-01-19T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:29.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficção'/><title type='text'>O pacote do Engº Cravinho e o GMF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbSq37uDMDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hrxFVFwrbis/s1600-h/nuvensachegadadatempestade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022827362325311538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbSq37uDMDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hrxFVFwrbis/s320/nuvensachegadadatempestade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbSp-ruDMCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iBhXucnwIUo/s1600-h/nuvenssolexplosÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022826378777800738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbSp-ruDMCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iBhXucnwIUo/s320/nuvenssolexplos%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a estória do Grande –Malfeitor (GMF)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sumário

Ainda hoje tenho pesadelos com o GMF. Como a noite passada.

Porquê agora esta recordação bafienta? Não sei.

A Teresa tinha um rabiosque, de respeito. Devia pesar 1/3 do resto do corpo dela.

“Parece um rabo-de-palha, raio da mulher” pensava eu.

. O GMF era do PS (pobre PS) .

Certamente é, por isso, que o Eng.º Cravinho diz a propósito do pacote da corrupção que o PS tem rabos de palha. É que o rabo da Teresa era do GMF. Ou ele pensava que era. Será a este pacote que o Engº Cravinho se refere, perdão a este rabo-de-palha!

&lt;/span&gt;A estória

Há muitos anos que o não vejo. Todavia, ontem lá estava ele a prestar depoimento? Testemunho, ou era apenas uma sessão, mais uma sessão de má-língua? O grande mal – feitor!!! Quem diria!

O GMF sempre agiu na sombra, cobardemente, mas insultando ”os cobardes” a plenos pulmões. E os cobardes eram todos os que não eram ele. Na altura, eu pensei por mais de uma vez que a Criatura tinha pavor da sua própria cobardia. Nunca conheci ninguém tão vingativo. Tinha um nível de auto-estima tão baixo ou elevado (nem sei!) que vomitava desprezo por tudo e por todos. Depois de uma relação de convívio superficial, onde a criatura exibia o Ego de uma forma tão enfatuada, fiquei à espera que rebentasse!

Mas não.

Apenas me convidou para tomar uma bebida em casa dele. Eu estava cheia de pressa, de desinteresse e a bebida ficou, no copo… “Então, vamos combinar ir a uma discoteca, um dia destes?” Disse o GMF. A criatura tinha tudo menos vulto de dançarino. “Uma discoteca? Perguntei eu? “ Boa ideia, mas agora, vamos embora …”

Se a criatura ficou frustrada não o demonstrou e abandonou a casa dele fechando a porta meticulosamente.” A Teresa que o ature, pensei. Afinal já eram amigos, antes de os conhecer”.

O GMF era indubitavelmente um ganhador falante, com um perdedor agarrado às cordas vocais.

A certa altura aqueles almoços rotineiros tornaram-se insuportáveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Eu e ele, o cara -de -osga! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Havia qualquer ânsia libidinosa, no avançar sub-reptício da Criatura que pesava como uma noite mal dormida. “ É um colega, apenas um colega, um pouco louco”, pensava eu, a principio para me acalmar, mas o pressentimento irrompia, como erva daninha, no meu espírito.

Soube que a Criatura telefonava frequentemente para uma casa de prostituição, em frente da colaboradora, da Teresa, no escritório. Dava pulinhos de excitação. Quase roncava, ao telefone...Isto contaram-me. Uma pessoa muito chegada. Ou seja, a própria Teresa que tudo via e ouvia dele.” Ela que o aturasse que o homem era visivelmente carente” pensei várias vezes.

Um dia, eu emprestei à Teresa a chave de uma casa que eu estava a vender e servia para despejar bugigangas várias. Ela depois contou-me que tinha tido um encontro romântico com ele naquela casa, com o GMF.!!!! “Romântico, como? perguntei” “ “Fizemos amor” respondeu a Teresa. Pensei “Que falta de gosto! O homem parece uma osga”. A Teresa era quarentona solteira e mal-amada.

Percebi, depois que havia, ali, uma associação de interesses. “Ah, bom Teresa, eu percebo, o encontro de duas grandes carências às vezes dá jeito”… “blá, blá que se faz tarde” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais tarde confidenciou-me “ Ele queria atirar-se da janela abaixo depois de …”
“Ele é um psicótico!” avisei a Teresa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Quando eu percebi que não me iria safar dos almoços com a Criatura, contei ao meu marido a grande maçada. “Eu também vou a um almoço, convidado surpresa, e o homenzinho põe-se a milhas.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
E assim foi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
Primeiro vieram as apresentações: “ O meu colega GMF , ( pausa) o meu marido E…” “ Você tem um casaco horrível grunhiu o GMF” ao meu marido. Mas o almoço não era mesmo para correr bem. E eu liguei à terra. Eles falaram o tempo todo, nem sei de quê. Penso que de política.

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ainda hoje tenho pesadelos com o GMF. Como a noite passada.

Porquê agora esta recordação bafienta? Não sei.

A Teresa tinha um rabiosque, de respeito. Devia pesar 1/3 do resto do corpo dela.

“Parece um rabo-de-palha, raio da mulher” pensava eu.

. O GMF era do PS (pobre PS).

Certamente é, por isso, que o Eng.º Cravinho diz a propósito do pacote da corrupção que o PS tem rabos de- palha. É que o rabo da Teresa era do GMF. Ou ele pensava que era. Será a este pacote que o Eng.º Cravinho se refere, perdão a este rabo-de-palha! &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/34060735-832868675317674548?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/832868675317674548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=832868675317674548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/832868675317674548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/832868675317674548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-pacote-do-eng-cravinho-e-o-gmf.html' title='O pacote do Engº Cravinho e o GMF'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbSq37uDMDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hrxFVFwrbis/s72-c/nuvensachegadadatempestade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-4751430472377118916</id><published>2007-01-19T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:29.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintores'/><title type='text'>Estranhos realismos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbDf17uDMAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zJsM2iMJklM/s1600-h/MaxBeckmaann`s+self-portrai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021759702175002626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbDf17uDMAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zJsM2iMJklM/s320/MaxBeckmaann%60s+self-portrai.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Max Beckmann&lt;/span&gt; ( 1884-1950) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;auto-retrato ( sem smoking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beckamann liga a escolha do smoking como traje para a sua pintura através de uma utopia que ele descreveu nesse mesmo ano como a pintura incluída num artigo intitulado &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ O Artista do Estado&lt;/span&gt;”: &lt;em&gt;« Os novos sacerdotes destes novos centros culturais têm da aparecer de fatos escuros, ou em ocasiões de cerimónia, de gravata branca e casaca, se não conseguirmos inventar uma forma mais precisa e mais elegante de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;estuário masculino. …»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbDgoLuDMBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q24PMJ2QB-o/s1600-h/Balthus+rapariga+Ã"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbDgoLuDMBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q24PMJ2QB-o/s1600-h/Balthus+rapariga+Ã"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021760565463429138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 679px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="90" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbDgoLuDMBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q24PMJ2QB-o/s320/Balthus+rapariga+%C3%A0+janela.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(rapariga à janela, interpretação minha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ver o invisível através do visivel,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;interpretação minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Balthus, 1908-2001)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&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/34060735-4751430472377118916?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/4751430472377118916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=4751430472377118916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4751430472377118916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/4751430472377118916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/estranhos-realismos.html' title='Estranhos realismos'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RbDf17uDMAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zJsM2iMJklM/s72-c/MaxBeckmaann%60s+self-portrai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3087116489589553573</id><published>2007-01-18T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:29.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>folha em branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ra-YZ7uDL9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EFKhcuOgXxA/s1600-h/DieteMar++canetas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021399680836382674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ra-YZ7uDL9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EFKhcuOgXxA/s320/DieteMar++canetas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ainda não escrevi, hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3087116489589553573?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3087116489589553573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3087116489589553573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3087116489589553573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3087116489589553573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/folha-em-branco.html' title='folha em branco'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/Ra-YZ7uDL9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EFKhcuOgXxA/s72-c/DieteMar++canetas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-523715821844377101</id><published>2007-01-15T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os emprateleirados e o J.Expresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RauyZruDL2I/AAAAAAAAADM/wXO0ZwlGW6E/s1600-h/carroalgemas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020302363936894818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RauyZruDL2I/AAAAAAAAADM/wXO0ZwlGW6E/s320/carroalgemas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Os Emprateleirados e o jornal Expresso
&lt;/span&gt;
Li este fim-de-semana, no Expresso, a seguinte interpretação desculpabilizante, a propósito da pena de emprateleiramento na CP, que fez correr tinta, toda a semana: “&lt;em&gt;para dançar o tango são precisos dois”.

&lt;/em&gt;Isto significa que o jornalista, cujo nome, não recordo, admite que houve cumplicidade no emprateleiramento  do Administrador da CP, o Emprateleirado, que esteve a cumprir nos últimos seis anos pena de emprateleiramento, infracção tipo “ indefinido ….” e o Emprateleitador que não sabemos quem seja.

Na motivação do crime social e moral de Emprateleiramento terão estado razões do foro psicológico do Empreteleirador que não sabemos quais, mas gostávamos de saber.

Na opinião do jornalista do Expresso, o Emprateleirado esteve, pois, de livre vontade nessa situação…para dançar o tango são precisos dois, diz ele, mix de desculpa e graçola! Como na gravidez!...Ora com franqueza, senhor jornalista!

Com efeito, sabendo nós que o Emprateleirado não era um jovem, em principio, ou meio- de- carreira, admitimos que o que menos instabilidade traria para sua vida pessoal seria esperar pela data da reforma. Foi o que fez. É certo que poderia (ou não) ter movido um tráficozito de influências para escorregar para um lugar dourado (ao sol), noutra empresa Pública ( ou seja, comer mais do mesmo!) Eticamente seria mais aceitável? Poderia ter feito queixa à Procuradoria – Geral da República, por gestão danosa do sector público (no caso CP). Sim, poderia. Mas deveria?

Alguém acredita que a serena melancolia dos pinheiros, por um instante, bulisse, ainda que tivesse feito?

Não, ao Emprateleirado, restaria sempre cumprir o seu destino. Acreditam que ao Tribunais Administrativos, afogados , como estão, movessem um dedinho qualquer, caso a eles tivesse recorrido?

Porém, se vivemos numa democracia transparente, sem penas morais privadas, sem coutadas, e em que há sempre um Responsável ( nem que seja o Senhor Ministro) agora o Senhor PGR, Dr. Pinto Monteiro devia mandar abrir um inquérito à situação.

Arranjar outra Maria José Morgado e começar a "bater" este campo minado.

Os contribuintes que pagaram o ordenado do senhor merecem uma explicação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
A meu ver é assim, que se cria uma &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cultura Política&lt;/span&gt; – em que as cumplicidades “marotas”vêem ao de cima. É dentro deste espírito de transparência que se combate outra cumplicidade muito discreta, a corrupção p.p.

Não é criando um Big-Brother, dimensão 1, que será fiscalizado pelo BB2 e a seguir BB3… infinitamente até às nuvens (e nós a pagarmos) que se cria uma cultura de transparência. Aparecem mais uns tipos a vender telejornais, com um ar muito misterioso, segredo para aqui e para ali…!

E a nós, ninguém nos explica nada?

É respondendo taco a taco à opinião pública, separando o trigo do joio, a denúncia honesta da outra, procurando, enfim, que os procuradores encontram o seu papel na democracia. Sem alarmes, sem escandaleiras inúteis, que só servem para vender telejornais.

Só procurando é que se encontra. E ás vezes nem é preciso procurar. As coisas caem do céu aos trambolhões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-523715821844377101?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/523715821844377101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=523715821844377101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/523715821844377101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/523715821844377101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/os-emprateleirados-e-o-jexpresso.html' title='Os emprateleirados e o J.Expresso'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RauyZruDL2I/AAAAAAAAADM/wXO0ZwlGW6E/s72-c/carroalgemas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-748374799561238871</id><published>2007-01-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:01:42.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valores familiares'/><title type='text'>Valores Sociais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Os valores da família&lt;/span&gt;

Outro dia li , numa crónica do Expresso, assinada pelo Sousa Tavares onde ele dizia que a publicidade da TV-Cabo atingia o respeito devido às famílias. Só concordo com esta opinião, se essa família estiver fragilizada, por razões profundas. Ou mais profundas que as do anúncio. A reacção mais banal será mesmo, sorrir, que é grande o disparate.

Mais chocante é a Wolkswagen andar a publicitar a compra de um determinado modelo, como &lt;strong&gt;pretexto&lt;/strong&gt; (sic) para &lt;strong&gt;textos&lt;/strong&gt; demasido sérios, tais como ter filhos, casar, .... pois que cabem , agora, enfim, todos neste magnífico automóvel...

Aqui está uma excelence razão para comprar este modelo, e a seguir, por isso mesmo "encomendar um bébé"!

Lindíssima esta lógica .

Mas, hoje o &lt;strong&gt;Tal e Qual transcende-se no mau gosto.&lt;/strong&gt;Vem um grande anúncio P/20 que diz

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Morena, Espectacular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito amor para dar, técnica apurada, carinhosa, 65 anos de experiência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como vê, vendemos qualquer coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tel: xxxxxxxxx ( vá lá ver)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perante este &lt;strong&gt;desrespeito pelos idosos&lt;/strong&gt;, valia uma coima aplicada pela ERCS. Não sei se é possivel, pois ainda não li a lei que cria esta entidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De facto, há brincadeiras que se não têm e muito menos se estimulam. As chamadas brincadeiras de mau gosto. Como matar a Gisberta, atear fogo aos sem-abrigo, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resta-me a certeza de pensar que o "jornalista" em causa, estaja a falar da "vóvó" dele. Alguma patologia pessoal há aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas as crianças não são, ou não deviam ser "obrigadas" a ler isto, caso topem com o jornal, pois não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-748374799561238871?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/748374799561238871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=748374799561238871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/748374799561238871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/748374799561238871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/valores-sociais.html' title='Valores Sociais?'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-5556113477473996359</id><published>2007-01-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:30.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='igai'/><title type='text'>Atenção ao dinheiro dos contribuintes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT9gbuDLzI/AAAAAAAAACo/UxKmF7u9Rs8/s1600-h/cavaloÃ¡rabedagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018414618436120370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT9gbuDLzI/AAAAAAAAACo/UxKmF7u9Rs8/s320/cavalo%C3%A1rabedagi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT9QruDLyI/AAAAAAAAACg/2GzRVFa66f4/s1600-h/soldadodaGNR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018414347853180706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT9QruDLyI/AAAAAAAAACg/2GzRVFa66f4/s320/soldadodaGNR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT88buDLxI/AAAAAAAAACY/fFrzoHH-Rqg/s1600-h/bicicleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018413999960829714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT88buDLxI/AAAAAAAAACY/fFrzoHH-Rqg/s320/bicicleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Igai conclui investigação aos casos de tiroteio no Porto”, in Público&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caro Igai&lt;/span&gt;: aqui está &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outra coisa&lt;/span&gt; que merece ser investigada.

Ontem, dois cavalinhos da GNR faziam patrulha no Alto de Santo Amaro (cujo piso é calçada - basalto/ subidas íngremes e descidas pronunciadas). Dois soldados glamorosos no alto das suas fardas e dos cavalinhos, lá seguiam seu destino matinal.

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Repare Igai&lt;/span&gt;: o risco dos cavalinhos derraparem naquele piso é enorme. Podem assustar-se com carros, motas e ainda com os sons  agudos dos amola-facas-tesoiras,  frequentes nos bairros velhos (melhor antigos!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

Patrulhas a cavalo no meio da cidade velha (para vegetação, só sobra a janela para o alecrim)???

Se os cavalos se acidentarem esta patrulha vai ficar cara, caríssima. E se os cavalos se acidentarem os cavaleiros também podem ficar magoados.

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Igai: atenção ao dinheiro dos contribuintes. Diga aos  garbosos soldados que  sigam o exemplo da motorola.

Transcrevo: ( Público/ Sociedade/ 25) :« O director-Geral da Motorola , Ed Zander, chegou ao palco da CES numa bicicleta amarela e explicou que a empresa estava em controlo de custos»

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; ( o cavalo árabe é da galeria da Gi)
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5556113477473996359?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5556113477473996359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5556113477473996359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5556113477473996359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5556113477473996359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/ateno-ao-dinheiro-dos-contribuintes.html' title='Atenção ao dinheiro dos contribuintes'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RaT9gbuDLzI/AAAAAAAAACo/UxKmF7u9Rs8/s72-c/cavalo%C3%A1rabedagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-8604665431200604628</id><published>2007-01-09T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:18:53.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desbunda social'/><title type='text'>Prateleiras douradas, no público</title><content type='html'>Ex-Administrdor parado há seis anos sai da CP.
Este é o título do Público/ Economia.
A notícia lambe alguns casos de prateleiras douradas na CP (4.000 Euros com dispensa de assiduidade ou sem ela, conforme se queira  adoecer mais rápidamente o visado.
Estes crimes que causam danos  irreverssíveis nos visados ocorrem por mero arbítrio de um carrasco com suficiente sorte e maldade  que se quer "safar" sem concorrência.
Nas empresas com dinheiros públicos esta situação é uma desgraça que grassa sem cessar!
Muito bem Senhor Jornalista  Carlos Cipriano.
É pena que o Srº Engº Sócrates  que parece ser sério e querer pôr alguma ordem nesta coisa ainda não tenha "acordado" para esta forma de exclusão,esta forma de adoecer pessoas e delapidar o dinheiro dos contribuintes, descaradamente.
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dê um abanão aos seus Ministros para esta realidade "surreal" .Aconselharia mesmo um puxão de orelhas aos mesmos!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prateleiras douradas só mesmo no mobiliário!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-8604665431200604628?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/8604665431200604628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=8604665431200604628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8604665431200604628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8604665431200604628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/prateleiras-douradas-no-pblico.html' title='Prateleiras douradas, no público'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-2519344046002722681</id><published>2007-01-02T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:30.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dali, surrealista (1904-1989) citação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZ5rGeKetDI/AAAAAAAAABw/FY5tGLreKUc/s1600-h/salvadormalitelefonecomlagostim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016564793857717298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZ5rGeKetDI/AAAAAAAAABw/FY5tGLreKUc/s320/salvadormalitelefonecomlagostim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZ5q2eKetCI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZodLcAvsv08/s1600-h/salvadordalibombanho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016564518979810338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZ5q2eKetCI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZodLcAvsv08/s320/salvadordalibombanho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A única diferença entre mim e um louco é que não estou louco"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salvador Dali
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2519344046002722681?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2519344046002722681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2519344046002722681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2519344046002722681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2519344046002722681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/dali-surrealista-1904-1989-citao.html' title='Dali, surrealista (1904-1989) citação'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZ5rGeKetDI/AAAAAAAAABw/FY5tGLreKUc/s72-c/salvadormalitelefonecomlagostim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-3766856758459262858</id><published>2007-01-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:31.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Ano 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZqH6iC_BSI/AAAAAAAAABc/dcJU8MzQhTk/s1600-h/Sousa+Tavares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015470574671955234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZqH6iC_BSI/AAAAAAAAABc/dcJU8MzQhTk/s320/Sousa+Tavares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Desejos que formulo depois das férias: Bom Ano&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Regresso a Lisboa.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Leio o jornal expresso, distribuído, gratuitamente no avião.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;" 50 desejos para Portugal" por M Sousa Tavares .&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Li todos . Ressalto dois:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;19. " &lt;em&gt;Que as juventudes partidárias e as claques de futebol sejam extintas por decreto."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. " Que a polícia de trânsito deixe de ser parte interessada nas multas que cobra- apenas a benefício da sua credibilidade"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Assim seja!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Que o fascismo não  passe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-3766856758459262858?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/3766856758459262858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=3766856758459262858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3766856758459262858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/3766856758459262858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2007/01/bom-ano-2007.html' title='Bom Ano 2007'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RZqH6iC_BSI/AAAAAAAAABc/dcJU8MzQhTk/s72-c/Sousa+Tavares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-2058485091932430602</id><published>2006-12-15T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T06:26:50.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portos'/><title type='text'>Orientações para os portos, Jor de Negócios</title><content type='html'>Ana Paula Vitorino, Secretária de Estado dos Transportes

" Modelo concorrencial dos portos tem de ser definido pelo Estado"
"A maior surpresa, desde já, é haver orientações estratégicas, porque desde que foi apresentado o Livro Branco para o sector, em 1998, toda a gente fez diagnósticos, mas nada foi feito de facto para alterar o estado das coisas"

Dou ordem para aplaudir,  Senhora SET.

E quem disser que o governo não faz nada é porque mente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2058485091932430602?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2058485091932430602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2058485091932430602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2058485091932430602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2058485091932430602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/12/orientaes-para-os-portos-jor-de-negcios.html' title='Orientações para os portos, Jor de Negócios'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-2268102363397677093</id><published>2006-12-04T08:38:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:31.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas a Catarina Salgado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RYAo1gt3zfI/AAAAAAAAABI/9H7ogORSawM/s1600-h/tiopatinhasdinheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008047685416504818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RYAo1gt3zfI/AAAAAAAAABI/9H7ogORSawM/s320/tiopatinhasdinheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Excerto:

“ Dizia-me o Jorge Nuno que era preciso dar uma lição ao doutor Mário Bexiga (….) Com as suas ligações ao submundo, o Jorge sabia quem é que deveria contratar para bater ao vereador socialista (…) O serviço custava dez mil euros (…) Quando lá cheguei o doutor Lourenço Pinto disse: “Parabéns, minha querida, mas ele ficou a falar”

Atenção imprensa e blogues:

-O que não sabemos:

1-O que tinha feito o doutor Mário Bexiga para ser enquadrado?
2-A que propósito é que o doutor Pinto Lourenço tratava a Carolina por ”minha querida”? telenovela mexicana? Isto é que interessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-2268102363397677093?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/2268102363397677093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=2268102363397677093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2268102363397677093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/2268102363397677093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/12/perguntas-catarina-salgado.html' title='Perguntas a Catarina Salgado'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RYAo1gt3zfI/AAAAAAAAABI/9H7ogORSawM/s72-c/tiopatinhasdinheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-8846722003512771178</id><published>2006-12-04T08:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:31.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educação'/><title type='text'>Violência nas Escolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXhFM3KAJAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s3S5UcL_908/s1600-h/escolasviolÃªncia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005827073088955394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXhFM3KAJAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s3S5UcL_908/s320/escolasviol%C3%AAncia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXhE9HKAI_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/w7gs4iKB9JA/s1600-h/escolasviolÃªncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005826802506015730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXhE9HKAI_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/w7gs4iKB9JA/s320/escolasviol%C3%AAncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Lido em DN

Violência nas escolas

Excerto

“A polícia alemã encontrou ontem o cadáver de um estudante de 18 anos que, ao que tudo indica, é o jovem que estava a ser procurado na região de Baden –Wuerttengerg, por ter ameaçado desencadear um tiroteio na escola.”
…
“ A ameaça …” (feita através de um site)” “ foi levada muito a sério pelas autoridades policiais. Até porque, há duas semanas, outro jovem de 18 anos feriu 17 pessoas a tiro numa escola secundária de Emsdetten, antes de se matar…”

Halisse pergunta: e quer a Sr.ª da Educação, em Portugal, pôr os professores a “educar” …e os pais a supervisionar os professores?

A esta solução chama-se autismo social.

E não me digam que em Portugal existem brandos costumes e na Alemanha não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-8846722003512771178?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/8846722003512771178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=8846722003512771178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8846722003512771178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/8846722003512771178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/12/violncia-nas-escolas.html' title='Violência nas Escolas'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXhFM3KAJAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s3S5UcL_908/s72-c/escolasviol%C3%AAncia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-5135207437819122154</id><published>2006-12-04T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:45:38.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Projecto de integração de deficientes

&lt;/strong&gt;Lido, hoje, no” Diário do Real”


Apoio até &lt;strong&gt;2048&lt;/strong&gt; - abrem mais 18 lugares em serviços de apoio domiciliário.

Formação até &lt;strong&gt;2109 &lt;/strong&gt;- Criação de um programa de e-learning para autarcas em matéria de acessibilidades.

Residências :Os deficientes com maior grau de autonomia podem usar 1 residência até &lt;strong&gt;2027&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-5135207437819122154?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/5135207437819122154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=5135207437819122154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5135207437819122154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/5135207437819122154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/12/optimismo.html' title='Optimismo'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-561473696829457155</id><published>2006-12-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:35:32.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='images'/><title type='text'>Para onde queres ir, Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXVPu4eqC1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GFOBPQ6at9M/s1600-h/alicegato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004994227745721170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXVPu4eqC1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GFOBPQ6at9M/s320/alicegato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Alice e o Gato

«Começou a lembrar-se de todas as crianças que conhecia e que podiam muito bem passar por porcos e continuou a pensar para consigo:«Se ao menos uma pessoa soubesse a melhor maneira de os transformar…», quando se sentiu um pouco sobressaltada ao ver o Gato de Cheshire, sentado no ramo de uma árvore, a alguns metros de distância.
O Gato ao ver Alice, apenas sorriu. Ela achou que ele tinha aspecto de ser boa pessoa. No entanto, tinha as unhas muito compridas e uma boca cheia de dentes; por isso achou que seria melhor tratá-lo com respeito.
-Gatinho Cheshire- começou Alice, timidamente, pois não sabia se ele ia gostar do nome; mas ele pôs-se a rir, mostrando ainda mais os dentes. «Bom, até agora parece estar satisfeito», pensou Alice e continuou a falar: -Diga-me, por favor, a partir daqui que caminho é que devo seguir?
-Isso depende bastante do sítio para onde queres ir, respondeu o Gato.
-Pouco me importa para onde -disse Alice.
-Então não tem importância para que lado vais disse o Gato.
-Contanto que vá dar a qualquer parte acrescentou Alice, explicando-se melhor.
-Ah, isso é que vais, de certeza, se andares o suficiente… »(lc p.69)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-561473696829457155?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/561473696829457155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=561473696829457155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/561473696829457155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/561473696829457155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-onde-queres-ir-alice.html' title='Para onde queres ir, Alice'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNZO69EflXs/RXVPu4eqC1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GFOBPQ6at9M/s72-c/alicegato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060735.post-116490245245059287</id><published>2006-11-30T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:10:18.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E os, então, amigos de Césariny</title><content type='html'>Almada Negreiros ( entre infinitas coisas) escreveu
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Sobre os burgueses.                                      Pintou Fernando Pessoa 

Os burgueses

«&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ó Horror! Os burgueses de Portugal/ têm de pior que os outros/ o serem portugueses&lt;/span&gt;!» (A Cena do Ódio)

A classe burguesa é, sem dúvida, a maior inimiga, mas ao mesmo tempo a maior incitadora do movimento futurista português.


Grande parte dos escritos é feita, em parte, para irritar o burguês.

Almada critica-os severamente, em obras como a "Cena do Ódio", "A Engomadeira" e "K4 O Quadrado Azul".

Na sua fase de descrição de atmosferas de uma época, Almada apresenta o pequeno-burguês alfacinha, com a sua esposa insatisfeita, mas também outra mulher, mais nova por conta (...) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que leva a consorte ao domingo a um restaurante de Sintra, e faz a sua conquista fácil num jardim público; que perde o seu chapéu de coco (e a companhia da amante) nos entusiasmos de uma súbita manifestação contra os Alemães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (in História Ilustrada das Grandes Literaturas - Literatura Portuguesa VIII, 1ª edição, 2º Volume, Lisboa, Editorial Estúdios Cor, 1973, p. 693).
Segundo Almada deveriam morrer todos "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;os Vaz, os Estrela, os Lacerda, os Lucena, os Rosa, os Costa, os Almeida, os Camacho, os Cunha, os Carneiro, os Barros, os Silva, (...) os Lopes, os Peixotos, os Motta, os Godinho, os Teixeira, os Câmara, os diabo que os leve, os Constantino, os Tertuliano, os Grave, os Mântua, os Bahia, os Mendonça, os Brazão, os Matos, os Alves, os Alburqueques, os Sousa e todos os Dantas que houver por aí!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (in ALMADA Negreiros, Manifesto Anti-Dantas, 1915)
In CITI (trancrição de excertos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116490245245059287?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.halisse-land.blogspot.com/' title='E os, então, amigos de Césariny'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116490245245059287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116490245245059287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116490245245059287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116490245245059287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-os-ento-amigos-de-csariny.html' title='E os, então, amigos de Césariny'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116472912474624200</id><published>2006-11-28T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:52:04.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda, Césariny</title><content type='html'>O Raul Leal era
O único verdadeiro doido do "Orpheu".
Invejava-a eu.
Três fortunas gastou, outras três deu
Ao que da vida não se espera
E à que na morte recebeu.
O Raul Leal era
O único não-heterónimo meu.
Eu nos Jerónimos ele na vala comum
Que lhe vestiu o nome e o disfarce
(Dizem que está em Benfica) ambos somos um
Dos extremos do mal a continuar-se.
Não deixou versos? Deixei-os eu,
Infelizmente, a quem mos deu.
O Almada? O Santa-Ritta? O Amadeo?
Tretas da arte e da era.
O Raul era Orpheu.
"O Virgem Negra" por M. C. V. (Mário Cesariny).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116472912474624200?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116472912474624200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116472912474624200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116472912474624200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116472912474624200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/ainda-csariny.html' title='Ainda, Césariny'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116472852022814263</id><published>2006-11-28T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:42:00.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Césariny (1923-2006)</title><content type='html'>sem título
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="55" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/MCVasconcellospinturasem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.0.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116472852022814263?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116472852022814263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116472852022814263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116472852022814263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116472852022814263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/csariny-1923-2006.html' title='Césariny (1923-2006)'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116464310391410925</id><published>2006-11-27T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T04:01:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/iParisHilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/iParisHilton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/britnayeparisemgatas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/britnayeparisemgatas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/BritneySpears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/BritneySpears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Promoção tipo fixe

Britney Spears e Paris Hilton são namoradas.
E o” marrido abadonado” de Miss Spears afirma que ela queria sexo a 3.
Chamem o diácono Remédios para comentar.
Cá por mim a afirmação ou é

"Rataliação"
Marketing
Cosco-velhice


Em qualquer hipótese, pena é que este tipo de promoção, seja cada vez mais ” tipo fixe”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116464310391410925?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116464310391410925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116464310391410925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116464310391410925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116464310391410925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/paris-hilton-britney-spears.html' title='Paris Hilton Britney Spears'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116430154684352776</id><published>2006-11-23T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:05:47.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O labirinto solitário de Sotto-Mayor Cardia</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Em Portugal os mortos são todos bons e os vivos todos maus.A explicação é simples : tudo é escasso, os bens são escassos, logo cada vivo ocupa um lugar a mais, o lugar que poderia ser o meu."&lt;/em&gt;

Lido /Público
JPacheco Pereira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116430154684352776?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.halisse-land.blogspot.com/' title='O labirinto solitário de Sotto-Mayor Cardia'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116430154684352776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116430154684352776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116430154684352776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116430154684352776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-labirinto-solitrio-de-sotto-mayor.html' title='O labirinto solitário de Sotto-Mayor Cardia'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116429263700316822</id><published>2006-11-23T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:37:17.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>não me olhes nos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/1600/596740/nuvensrecebemsolpregui??oso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/320/714783/nuvensrecebemsolpregui%3F%3Foso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/1600/48729/nnnnuvensrecebemsolpregui??oso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/320/1033/nnnnuvensrecebemsolpregui%3F%3Foso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/1600/494213/nnnnuvensrecebemsolpregui??oso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/320/231157/nnnnuvensrecebemsolpregui%3F%3Foso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/1600/322901/nnuvensrecebemsolpregui??oso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/320/138735/nnuvensrecebemsolpregui%3F%3Foso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;






Vou citar as nuvens de cor
Como os cegos
Depois de ouvirem o vento
Trazer-lhes
Notícias dessas irmãs das brumas.

A minha lembrança de um sol preguiçoso
a deitar-se baixo, no horizonte, a minha mão
A apanhá-lo, queimada para a eternidade!

É disso que eu me lembro,
Quando eu sabia que tinha olhos de serviço!

Perguntei-te há tempo, num verão:
“Será um incêndio, lá ao fundo?”
“E tu não vês que é o sol?”
Respondias!

É verdade:
o sol desmanchava-se,
todos os dias
Deitava-se,
Num laranja imenso
de fogo cansado
Numa cópula perfeita
Entre nuvens e pinheiros
. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/1600/649833/nnuvensrecebemsolpregui??oso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 10px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5166/3323/320/955190/nnuvensrecebemsolpregui%3F%3Foso.jpg" width="143" 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/34060735-116429263700316822?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116429263700316822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116429263700316822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116429263700316822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116429263700316822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-me-olhes-nos-olhos.html' title='não me olhes nos olhos'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116404260468047565</id><published>2006-11-20T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:10:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filhos de Bresnhev : a poliferação!</title><content type='html'>Lido
Dn12


Ex-espião crítico de Putin envenenado em Londres :Alexandre Litvinenco, de 44 anos, começou a sentir-se mal.... depois de ter almoçado num restaurante japonês e ...morreu.

Um contacto Italiano ter-lhe-á entregue notícias sobre Anna Politkovsaya, assassinada a tiro em Moscovo, no mês passado.

Lembram-se de ViKtor Iuchtchenko?

Os nomes dos filhos de Bresnhev estão muito aportuguezados : Alexandre, Anna,Victor!!!

E os métodos dos filhos de Bresnhev já percorrem as ruas de Lisboa ( não me refiro aos écrans, tipo Bond 007)?

Já aí estão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116404260468047565?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116404260468047565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116404260468047565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116404260468047565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116404260468047565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/filhos-de-bresnhev-poliferao.html' title='Filhos de Bresnhev : a poliferação!'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116369773709247224</id><published>2006-11-16T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:45:25.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halisse Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/abortomiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/abortomiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/Brezhnev`schildren.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/Brezhnev%60schildren.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Lido: revista sábado

Calúnias- resumo

Como as mentiras podem destruir as pessoas

-M Sousa Tavares explica os efeitos da acusação anónima de plágio na sua vida: “&lt;em&gt;Quando saio de um café sinto que tenho fogo nas costas”
&lt;/em&gt;-Fernanda Serrano descobriu o rapazinho que pôs a circular na Internet um filme pornográfico “com ela”
-Mário Soares foi acusado, em Novembro de 1985, de ter pisado a bandeira portuguesa
-Pedro Santana Lopes – de dívidas ao fisco em 1999 e em 2003
-Bagão Félix- Apaixonou-se pela sua assessora Jacinta Oliveira
-Francisco Sá Carneiro Dívidas ao BES
-Emídio Rangel envolvimento com Filipa Garnel
-José Sócrates Obter financiamentos para o PS , no licenciamento do Free-Port
-Laura Diogo (das Doce) - Um funcionário do Hospital de Santa Maria terá relatado pormenores de um relação sexual que Laura alegadamente tivera com um futebolista
-Calado e Melão que eram “maricas”

Halisse já ouviu destas e outras pessoas “coisas” muito sórdidas e até hoje ainda não acreditou em nada do que ouviu.

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A dúvida metódica aqui funciona bem.

Leiam o “Discurso do Método”, de René Descartes&lt;/span&gt;.

A título de consolo para todos: lembrem-se que nos estados totalitários estas “ brincadeiras-de- mau-gosto” eram protagonizadas pelas próprias “autoridades”.Temos o exemplo da Rússia de Breznheve, onde a polícia política enlouquecia os opositores do regime, através dos manicómios oficiais, cujos manuais são religiosamente cumpridos pelas máfias .

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rezemos, pois, à Nossa Senhora da Democracia. Mas qualquer Santa de Serviço vai ter disponibilidade, certamente, para nos proteger.
&lt;/span&gt;Assim seja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116369773709247224?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116369773709247224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116369773709247224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116369773709247224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116369773709247224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/halisse-land.html' title='Halisse Land'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116352394318358387</id><published>2006-11-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:15:13.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De atalaia às serpentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/serpentespessoacomcarapu??o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/serpentespessoacomcarapu%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/serpentedoriograndesul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/serpentedoriograndesul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/serpente2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/serpente2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Alice no País das Maravilhas, excerto
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-Serpente! gritou a Pomba.

- Eu não sou nenhuma serpente!-disse Alice, toda indignada.-Deixa-me em paz!
-Serpente, repito!- disse de novo a Pomba, mas num tom mais calmo, e acrescentou, numa espécie de soluço:-Tentei de todas as maneiras e nada parece satisfazê-las!
-Não faço a menor ideia do que está a falar-disse Alice.
-Já tentei as raízes das árvores, as encostas, as sebes-continuou a Pomba, sem lhes prestar atenção-, mas aquelas serpentes... não há nada que as satisfaça!
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-Como se já não bastasse o trabalho de chocar os ovos-disse a Pomba-, ainda por cima tenho de estar, noite e dia, de atalaia às serpentes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116352394318358387?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116352394318358387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116352394318358387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116352394318358387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116352394318358387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/de-atalaia-s-serpentes.html' title='De atalaia às serpentes'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116343640318569201</id><published>2006-11-13T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:46:43.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas ao post-congresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/S??cratealegressimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/S%3F%3Fcratealegressimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/bandeirapsocm??osem"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/bandeirapsocm%3F%3Fosem%20dedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/bandeiraportuguesasoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/bandeiraportuguesasoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntas ao post-Congresso?

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1-Só a bandeira nacional?Onde estava a bandeira do PS, que Halisse não viu!
2-Parecia termos voltado à União Nacional.
3-Sócrates, estavas tão contente pá, e o Alegre &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="21" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/Manuel%20Alegre.jpg" width="54" border="0" /&gt;
também?Não se ouviu!



4-Alegre volta, mas para dizer a Liberdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116343640318569201?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116343640318569201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116343640318569201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116343640318569201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116343640318569201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/perguntas-ao-post-congresso.html' title='Perguntas ao post-congresso'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116317528551025193</id><published>2006-11-10T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:44:06.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang-bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5166/3323/1600/bushpastilhael??stica.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5166/3323/320/bushpastilhael%3F%3Fstica.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5166/3323/1600/ESredeocupada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5166/3323/320/ESredeocupada.jpg" width="89" 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/34060735-116317528551025193?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116317528551025193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116317528551025193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116317528551025193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116317528551025193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/bang-bang.html' title='bang-bang'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116308813439220060</id><published>2006-11-09T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:14:24.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice - o parto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/alicecogumelo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/alicecogumelo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alice dormia, ou melhor, dormitava ao pé da irmã. Estava uma tarde de calor. O livro não tinha ilustrações. De repente, Alice viu um coelho muito bem vestido com um relógio na mão que passava, dizendo "&lt;em&gt;tenho pressa, tenho pressa&lt;/em&gt;...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alice seguiu o coelho. Então,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caaaaaiu numa toca.... Queda imensa! Foi milagre Alice ter sobrevivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caía, caía ,....até que chegou a uma sala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aí estava um frasco que dizia" bebe-me". Alice bebeu-o e começou a crescer de tal maneira que já não cabia na toca, nas suas pequeníssimas portas. Depois comeu cogumelos redondos. Quando comia o lado esquerdo diminuia.Quando comia o lado direito crescia. Ela desceu às profundidades da terra.Sofreu, sem dúvida.Foi um parto mas ao contrário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como saiu?Com quem falou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanhã eu conto.Vamos conhcer a Lagarta e a Duquesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota:para os que ignoravam, fiquem a saber.O autor desta história é Lewis Carrol, matemático inglês do século passado. E dizem, que os cogumelos a que ele se referia, na história, eram alucinógéneos. Ele próprio, quando sob o efeito dos ditos, escreveu esta história da Alice.Lembram dos Beattles e o LSD, décadas volvidas? Yelow submarine?É uma coisa parecida. Por vezes, ser criativo custa. Pois é meus meninos, então, até amanhã!Cá teremos a Lagarta e a Duquesa, como disse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116308813439220060?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116308813439220060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116308813439220060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116308813439220060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116308813439220060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/alice-o-parto.html' title='Alice - o parto'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116300358933690917</id><published>2006-11-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:33:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contos de fadas &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/fadinha%20a%20voar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/fadinha%20a%20voar.0.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

O pinóquio era um menino de madeira

Um dia uma fada (Sininho?)

Transformou-o num menino de verdade,
Então, tornou-o vulnerável à mentira.
Pois só quando se é de verdade,
Se pode ser não verdadeiro.

Então, Pinóquio não era melhor teres ficado
Pelo episódio da baleia?
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/pin??quio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/pin%3F%3Fquio.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Essa parte, foi bué radical, meu?!
Porquê que tu cresce-te, Pinóquio?

Vou ter deixar que te levem, Menino de Verdade,
Agora que já tens pêlo, bigode e barba de fazer
Tantas opiniões!
Vai para o teu país
De homens de pau e pedra…
É o etermo retorno.

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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/fadacasamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/fadacasamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/TomCruise.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/TomCruise.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/fada.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/fada.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/Brade%20Peet.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/Brade%20Peet.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

1
As mulheres jovens e belas (mesmo que momentaneamente pobres, caso de Cinderela) estão situadas em campo neutro
Por definição, basta-lhes dormir
Para vir ter com elas um cavaleiro
Que anda por ali
2
As fadas só existem para abrir o espaço à acção às bruxas.
3
As bruxas, essas, nunca são as protagonistas
São personagens acessórias,
São instrumentos de narrativa

4.-Exemplos
Bela Adormecida
e Branca de Neve

o sono

Na Bela Adormecida (BA)
No dia do nascimento, baptizado, apresentação à sociedade,
Uma bruxa maldisse-lhe a vida: vais dormir!

Vantagens do sono

Convenhamos que a bruxa podia ter sido pior.
Foi poupada a BA às borbulhas, a uma gravidez adolescente,
ao conflitos de gerações
(Olha, o exemplo da pobre Diana de Gales)

Um beijo é o prémio

E no fim há uma cena erótica
A fadada a dormir linda, lindíssima
E um Tom Cruise qualquer
A dar-lhe uma beijoca luminosa
Nos lábioszinhos polpudinhos
E a menina a acordar para a vida
Isto é, acordar para ao amor.

5.
Na branca de neve (BN) a bruxa portadora da maçã
É apenas outro sedativo adequado
à história de vida da fadada.

Os 7 anões têm toda a aparência de serem isentos de líquidos seminais
Que cheiram mal como os diabos (os líquidos)
Só cantam.”Eu vou…, Eu vou…”
E não vão, o que é Óptimo!
Depois lá aparece Brad Peet
Faz acordar a moça
E também zela para por ela
Pela eternidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116291610017467770?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116291610017467770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116291610017467770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116291610017467770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116291610017467770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/onde-falhou-o-seu-casamento.html' title='Onde falhou o seu casamento?'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116281663863095281</id><published>2006-11-06T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:45:15.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve o planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/1600/salvar%20a%20terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/71/3748/320/salvar%20a%20terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The Children of Men

É um filme tipo "salve o planeta". Fomos ( as gerações, é um filme global) arrasados por uma epidemia: infertilidade das mulheres. Tipo vírus da gripe das aves ( de 2007 a 2027)

Assim sendo, o tempo passa e só vai havendo velhos.Ou quase, porque as tropas dizimam as populações, estão bem alimentadas, fortes, esbeltas e fazem uma volumosa e barulhenta matança ....

Dylan, 18 anos, o mais jovem do planeta azul, morrera há 20 anos + ou -. A agonia do pai arrasta-se, no presente .

No meio das bombas, execuções e cremações nasce, por milangre, um novo Dylan ( uma menina negra, a que todos beijam os pés, devotamente)

As cenas de guerra passam-se ( presumívelmente) em países árabes. Muita nebelina muito fumo e lixo ( o futuro é sujo) ! Londres foi invadida por árabes e outros emigrantes que são tratados ao nível do Holocausto.

Saímos de lá a pensar que o melhor era não liberalizar o aborto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34060735-116281663863095281?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116281663863095281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116281663863095281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116281663863095281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116281663863095281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/salve-o-planeta.html' title='Salve o planeta'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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-34060735.post-116256910397604004</id><published>2006-11-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:46:45.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homens que violam mulheres , público, Sociedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;são as vítimas mais novas e as que os homens conhecem as que, assumem um comportamento provocante. Por esse motivo os agressores consideram que estas mulheres não evidenciam sofrimento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Pergunta da jornalista Tânia Laranjo, à autora do estudo (tese de mestrado, Universidade do Porto) Francisca Rebocho

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;em&gt;Acredita então que os resultados ..."( &lt;strong&gt;entrevistas aos presos condenados)"...&lt;/strong&gt; poderão ajudar no combate ao fenómeno?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Halisse pensa depois de ler o texto da entrevista&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atendendo a que só foram &lt;strong&gt;disponibilizados 140 reclusos...???" &lt;/strong&gt;Não sei, não sei"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dica:Lutemos pela credibilidade destes estudos que podem enjaular, queria dizer ,ajudar , no futuro dos futuros , estes predadores à solta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estudiosos! Procurem universos quantitativamente convicentes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digo eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim seja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/34060735-116256910397604004?l=halisse-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/feeds/116256910397604004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34060735&amp;postID=116256910397604004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116256910397604004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34060735/posts/default/116256910397604004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halisse-land.blogspot.com/2006/11/homens-que-violam-mulheres-pblico.html' title='homens que violam mulheres , público, Sociedade'/><author><name>astrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765874405827177322</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>
