<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:28:33.061Z</updated><category term='Arte'/><category term='Outros'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Matemática'/><category term='História'/><category term='Antiguidades'/><category term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>O Significado das Coisas</title><subtitle type='html'>The Meaning of Stuff * Die Bedeutung von Sachen * La Signification des Choses * Il Significato delle Cose * Det Menande av Saker  *  смысль вещей   *  De Betekenis van Dingen  * المعنى الأشيا  *  El Significado de las Cosas * כוונת הדברים</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-5801505487825515812</id><published>2011-09-23T19:32:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:27:08.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ouro do Douro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkQ38KuaaXs/TnzbmPGZXNI/AAAAAAAABIY/8crSNeIrvMM/s1600/ring.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkQ38KuaaXs/TnzbmPGZXNI/AAAAAAAABIY/8crSNeIrvMM/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655636682005372114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para uma cidade que normalmente se compraz com Verdi e Chopin, o passado fim-de-semana foi extraordinário para a cidade do Porto porque houve finalmente…música a sério: a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ring Saga, adaptação "Dove e Vick" do Anel do Nibelungo, de Wagner. Direcção musical de Peter Rundel e encenação de Antoine Gindt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um Wagner leve, camerista, intimista. Não interessa se o próprio iria gostar, sabemos a resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É um festival cénico admirável (e itinerante...passará agora por Estrasburgo, Paris, Saint-Quentin-en-Yvelines, Nimes, Caen, Luxemburgo e Reims).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-5801505487825515812?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5801505487825515812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5801505487825515812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5801505487825515812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5801505487825515812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-ouro-do-douro.html' title='O Ouro do Douro'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkQ38KuaaXs/TnzbmPGZXNI/AAAAAAAABIY/8crSNeIrvMM/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-674699098853358452</id><published>2011-08-16T23:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:39:04.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oDb6X7-Y6RY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O  CD deste Verão é ”Time Together”, onde ouvimos um velhote de 67  anos a chorar na sua suave música a cadela que perdeu. Queixa-se como  Vonnegut e é repetitivo como Jamal...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse extraordinário velhote é Michael Franks, neste vídeo em 1993, ao vivo, em Tóquio.    Precisamente nessa altura estava este blogger  “Down in Brazil”, mais concretamente no Recife, e que linda música se tocava…&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-674699098853358452?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/674699098853358452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=674699098853358452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/674699098853358452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/674699098853358452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/08/down-in-brazil.html' title='Down in Brazil'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oDb6X7-Y6RY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6576290096351105649</id><published>2011-05-09T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:44:15.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Je changerais d'avis</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="280" height="230" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/et82yRM3VTw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6576290096351105649?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6576290096351105649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6576290096351105649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6576290096351105649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6576290096351105649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2011/05/je-changerais-davis.html' title='Je changerais d&apos;avis'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/et82yRM3VTw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7158339854156456932</id><published>2011-05-08T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:03:22.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neil Hannon Show 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe width="280" height="230" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2u1nqJxCf2o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Novo marco. Desta vez sem vinho biológico, mas com três cervejas...e uma água.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neil Hannon ao vivo...a divina comédia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7158339854156456932?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7158339854156456932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7158339854156456932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7158339854156456932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="280" height="230" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JvX3M4bmtj8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The Certainty of Chance", ao vivo, em grande, com o texto (lúgubre...) de &lt;em&gt;La Dolce Vita&lt;/em&gt;, de Fellini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*...We need to live in a state of suspended animation like a work of art, in a state of enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;We have to succeed in loving so greatly that we live outside of time, detached...&lt;br /&gt;detached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7667900255810829559?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7667900255810829559/comments/default' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JvX3M4bmtj8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1436197855978406641</id><published>2010-11-28T21:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:40:42.512Z</updated><title type='text'>The Neil Hannon Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEixi67WjTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEixi67WjTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva o one-man show, Guimarães e o vinho biológico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1436197855978406641?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1436197855978406641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1436197855978406641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1436197855978406641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1436197855978406641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/11/neil-hannon-show.html' title='The Neil Hannon Show'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4059653714971778346</id><published>2010-11-26T23:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:56:17.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Prelude &amp; Liebestod, Wagner</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kujoQyRkKHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kujoQyRkKHQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfQXArtjB5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfQXArtjB5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4059653714971778346?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4059653714971778346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7018698957071961537</id><published>2010-11-20T18:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:45:05.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Schubert D 929</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7ixGAOwCiQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segundo andamento (Andante con moto) do D929 de Schubert, o segundo piano trio, opus 100, Novembro de 1827. Que bom, um metrónomo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arranjo mágico do filme "Barry Lyndon" (1975), de Stanley Kubrick. Ralph Holmes/violino, Moray Welsh/violoncelo, Anthony Goldstone/piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7018698957071961537?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7018698957071961537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7018698957071961537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7018698957071961537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7018698957071961537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/11/schubert-d-929.html' title='Schubert D 929'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2576595009783564446</id><published>2010-11-17T21:28:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:55:22.399Z</updated><title type='text'>Armide, de Lully</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-702vbQTG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Excerto de Armide (1686), de Lully (1632-1687). William Christie com as  Arts Florissants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aos 5:00 começa a passacaille (parte inicial).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;J'adore esta passacaille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Les plaisirs ont choisi pour asile,&lt;br /&gt;Ce séjour agréable et tranquille.&lt;br /&gt;Que ces lieux sont charmants pour les heureux amants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est l'amour qui retient dans ses chaînes,&lt;br /&gt;Mille oiseaux qu'en nos bois nuits et jours on entend,&lt;br /&gt;Si l'amour ne causait que des peines,&lt;br /&gt;Les oiseaux amoureux ne chanteraient pas tant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeunes coeurs tout vous est favorable,&lt;br /&gt;Profitez d'un bonheur peu durable,&lt;br /&gt;Dans l'hiver de nos ans, l'amour ne règne plus,&lt;br /&gt;Les beaux jours que l'on perd sont pour jamais perdus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2576595009783564446?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2576595009783564446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2576595009783564446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2576595009783564446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2576595009783564446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/11/armide-de-lully.html' title='Armide, de Lully'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-8023248491384692492</id><published>2010-10-17T19:26:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:24:45.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Why is live worth living: Uma versão</title><content type='html'>Eis as preferências "Why is live worth living" no ponto de vista espantosamente subjectivo e volúvel deste que vos posta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Actor Comédia: Victor Borge (1909-2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Desportista: Natalia Shaposhnikova (1961)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3 - Música Clássica: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ópera: Tristão e Isolda, de Richard Wagner (1813-1883) (gets me every time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOGs8TtnwoI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Instrumental: Piano Concerto Nº2, de Prokofiev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4- Música Popular: The way you look tonight (Kern, Fields, 1936)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5 - Cinema (categoria): Filmes franceses, com jovens starlettes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;6 – Livro: A Educação Sentimental, de Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), o livro mais recentemente lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Actor Drama: Kenneth Branagh (1960)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 – Cantor: Vinicius de Moraes (1913-1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Obra de Arte: Eduardo Viana (1881-1967), ou a pintura do início do século XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TLtMpyit1GI/AAAAAAAABHc/Tqj8Km73zTo/s1600/eduardo_viana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TLtMpyit1GI/AAAAAAAABHc/Tqj8Km73zTo/s320/eduardo_viana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529097248353145954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;10 - Prato Favorito: Bacalhau e Crepes Suzette (1895) no "Chancas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Regado com Mumm's...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-8023248491384692492?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/8023248491384692492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=8023248491384692492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8023248491384692492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8023248491384692492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-is-live-worth-living-je.html' title='Why is live worth living: Uma versão'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TLtMpyit1GI/AAAAAAAABHc/Tqj8Km73zTo/s72-c/eduardo_viana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7879942473688710635</id><published>2010-10-16T00:44:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:23:12.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life worth living (lista)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TLjtQfdnC5I/AAAAAAAABHU/77wlB69i88Y/s1600/manhattan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TLjtQfdnC5I/AAAAAAAABHU/77wlB69i88Y/s280/manhattan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528429410176666514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inspirado no post anterior, “O Significado” vem propor a todos um momento de auto-reflexão cultural, através da indicação de preferências nas categorias (seguindo a ordem original):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is life worth living:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 - Actor Comédia:&lt;br /&gt;2 - Desportista:&lt;br /&gt;3 - Música Clássica:&lt;br /&gt;4 - Música Popular:  &lt;br /&gt;5 - Cinema (categoria):&lt;br /&gt;6 - Livro:&lt;br /&gt;7 - Actor Drama:  &lt;br /&gt;8 - Cantor: &lt;br /&gt;9 - Obra de Arte: &lt;br /&gt;10 - Prato Favorito: &lt;br /&gt;11 - Outro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7879942473688710635?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7879942473688710635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7879942473688710635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7879942473688710635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7879942473688710635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-is-life-worth-living-lista.html' title='Why is life worth living (lista)'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TLjtQfdnC5I/AAAAAAAABHU/77wlB69i88Y/s72-c/manhattan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1659786981647168076</id><published>2010-10-05T20:18:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:11:35.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life worth living</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woody Allen - Manhattan (1979) - Why is life worth living?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5owXCZ0CDg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Groucho Marx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Willie Mays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony [Mozart 1788] (andante cantabile)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prJ83R0Ev_8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Louie Armstrong's recording of 'Potatohead Blues' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UWVzmiYJq0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Swedish movies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 'Sentimental Education' by Flaubert...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- those incredible apples and pears by Cezanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TKt9-Cx0AXI/AAAAAAAABG0/Nxf69Pudfoc/s1600/cezanne+ma%C3%A7%C3%A3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TKt9-Cx0AXI/AAAAAAAABG0/Nxf69Pudfoc/s320/cezanne+ma%C3%A7%C3%A3s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524647872751206770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the crabs at Sam Wo's... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tracy's [Mariel Hemingway's] face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1659786981647168076?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1659786981647168076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1659786981647168076' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1659786981647168076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1659786981647168076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-is-life-worth-living.html' title='Why is life worth living'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TKt9-Cx0AXI/AAAAAAAABG0/Nxf69Pudfoc/s72-c/cezanne+ma%C3%A7%C3%A3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-707830778502432737</id><published>2010-10-03T20:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:23:15.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Educação Sentimental, de Flaubert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TKjWhJz3KMI/AAAAAAAABGI/fRYAp_1AfQs/s1600/sentimental+education.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TKjWhJz3KMI/AAAAAAAABGI/fRYAp_1AfQs/s320/sentimental+education.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523900808027384002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Que viagem. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Je veux faire l'histoire morale des hommes de ma génération ; sentimentale serait un plus vrai. C'est un livre d'amour, de passion; mais de passion telle qu'elle peut exister maintenant, c'est-à-dire, inactive." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GF, 1864&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-707830778502432737?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/707830778502432737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=707830778502432737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/707830778502432737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/707830778502432737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/10/educacao-sentimental-de-flaubert.html' title='A Educação Sentimental, de Flaubert'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TKjWhJz3KMI/AAAAAAAABGI/fRYAp_1AfQs/s72-c/sentimental+education.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-117929417018596072</id><published>2010-10-02T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:49:15.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olga Guryakova</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="Olga Guryakova  - Natacha's aria (War and Peace)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4a27c25184787e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4a27c25184787e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF6E388DEF70483019CBE8554B1119414999A3FD.7AF84D4455E0A5FB9BE4E7C51E253C7160A48E54%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4a27c25184787e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6dBim1O8BiS_SJzw5lXG-ZI_4u0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma interpretação moderna (que palavra tão bem escolhida) da ária de Natasha (Rostova!), pela talentosa soprano siberiana Olga Guryakova.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-117929417018596072?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4884232664636727016</id><published>2010-10-02T19:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:43:11.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Polina Semionova</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz2Gp7a38DM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz2Gp7a38DM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até se tolera a música, só para ver a linda, maravilhosa, Polina Semionova.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4884232664636727016?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4884232664636727016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4884232664636727016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4884232664636727016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4884232664636727016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/10/polina-semionova.html' title='Polina Semionova'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7989225600828313995</id><published>2010-09-20T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:52:01.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les feuilles mortes (3...), Yves Montand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqRSwcO38C4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes&lt;br /&gt;Des jours heureux où nous étions amis&lt;br /&gt;En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle,&lt;br /&gt;Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...&lt;br /&gt;Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,&lt;br /&gt;Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Et le vent du nord les emporte&lt;br /&gt;Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié&lt;br /&gt;La chanson que tu me chantais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble&lt;br /&gt;Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais&lt;br /&gt;Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble&lt;br /&gt;Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment&lt;br /&gt;Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit&lt;br /&gt;Et la mer efface sur le sable&lt;br /&gt;Les pas des amants désunis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7989225600828313995?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7989225600828313995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7989225600828313995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7989225600828313995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7989225600828313995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/10/les-feuilles-mortes-yves-montand.html' title='Les feuilles mortes (3...), Yves Montand'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7198429469676335623</id><published>2010-07-08T21:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:12:07.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Béla Bartók, Concerto para violino No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eg4a3Zp4Kq0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eg4a3Zp4Kq0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro concerto  para violino de Béla Bartók, escrito por volta de 1907-1908, mas só  publicado em 1956,  depois de sair da gaveta da violinista Stefi Geyer, a quem Bartók  dedicou a obra. . .&lt;br /&gt;Oistrakh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7198429469676335623?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7198429469676335623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7198429469676335623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7198429469676335623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7198429469676335623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/07/bela-bartok-concerto-para-violino-no1.html' title='Béla Bartók, Concerto para violino No.1'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1005136224040186838</id><published>2010-07-07T22:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:13:05.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Citações 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TDUYCbfbyxI/AAAAAAAABFo/vTSjZYWt87w/s1600/amorum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TDUYCbfbyxI/AAAAAAAABFo/vTSjZYWt87w/s320/amorum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491321750666595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il faut cultiver notre jardin", Voltaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1005136224040186838?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1005136224040186838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1005136224040186838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1005136224040186838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1005136224040186838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/07/citacoes-6.html' title='Citações 6'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/TDUYCbfbyxI/AAAAAAAABFo/vTSjZYWt87w/s72-c/amorum2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6658063730861563371</id><published>2010-06-18T22:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:29:16.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you look tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRYUlLY--Co&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRYUlLY--Co&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tão à Django&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6658063730861563371?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6658063730861563371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6658063730861563371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WrEpg-VS28&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WrEpg-VS28&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6887041165867272012?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6887041165867272012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2040417947663279422</id><published>2010-04-17T19:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:52:02.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou finalmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S-xKQHGMvXI/AAAAAAAABE4/Py2KYRYeakg/s1600/Fran%C3%A7ois+G%C3%A9rard+psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S-xKQHGMvXI/AAAAAAAABE4/Py2KYRYeakg/s320/Fran%C3%A7ois+G%C3%A9rard+psyche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470829287991721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salvé, mensageira de múltiplas cores,&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;que, com as tuas asas açafroadas,&lt;br /&gt;difundes nas minhas flores&lt;br /&gt;gotas de mel e orvalhos refrigerantes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na "Tempestade" do bardo de Avon...ou em Virgílio??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2040417947663279422?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2040417947663279422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2040417947663279422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2040417947663279422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>As bacantes, de Eurípedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNkoHDKy9vA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNkoHDKy9vA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, boa ideia deixar Dionísio entrar (pelo menos de vez em quando), senão as garotas partem isto tudo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2012048453895363981?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7444376680627857567</id><published>2010-04-01T00:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:28:03.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chardin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S7PaCn4L3HI/AAAAAAAABEo/zGwt4gYttOk/s1600/jean-baptiste+simeon+chardin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S7PaCn4L3HI/AAAAAAAABEo/zGwt4gYttOk/s320/jean-baptiste+simeon+chardin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454943312275037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chardin, por recomendação especial de Marcel Proust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7444376680627857567?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7444376680627857567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7444376680627857567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7444376680627857567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7444376680627857567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1cd4361a79e60d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A6148D3CD03AA156D903A49BC0030E3317AAE03.66C05FA7C72DCD81C7295A5949498B8333594B9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1cd4361a79e60d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOdYUJsqcKSJLkzspOUC0-5woFX0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leise flehen meine Lieder&lt;br /&gt;Durch die Nacht zu dir;&lt;br /&gt;In den  stillen Hain hernieder,&lt;br /&gt;Liebchen, komm zu mir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flüsternd  schlanke Wipfel rauschen&lt;br /&gt;In des Mondes Licht;&lt;br /&gt;Des Verräters  feindlich Lauschen&lt;br /&gt;Fürchte, Holde, nicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hörst die  Nachtigallen schlagen?&lt;br /&gt;Ach! sie flehen dich,&lt;br /&gt;Mit der Töne süßen  Klagen&lt;br /&gt;Flehen sie für mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie verstehn des Busens Sehnen,&lt;br /&gt;Kennen  Liebesschmerz,&lt;br /&gt;Rühren mit den Silbertönen&lt;br /&gt;Jedes weiche Herz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laß  auch dir die Brust bewegen,&lt;br /&gt;Liebchen, höre mich!&lt;br /&gt;Bebend harr' ich  dir entgegen!&lt;br /&gt;Komm, beglücke mich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2105257864554042045?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2105257864554042045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2105257864554042045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4440565743002655867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4440565743002655867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4440565743002655867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/03/badens-lapinha.html' title='Baden&apos;s lapinha'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-972284060310484522</id><published>2010-02-20T20:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:40:45.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Citações 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S4BIVwmVeYI/AAAAAAAABDw/nspCeGQbaY4/s1600-h/singlnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S4BIVwmVeYI/AAAAAAAABDw/nspCeGQbaY4/s320/singlnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440427888523704706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não há diferença entre beleza e felicidade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio chinês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-972284060310484522?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/972284060310484522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=972284060310484522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/972284060310484522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/972284060310484522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/02/citacoes-5.html' title='Citações 5'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S4BIVwmVeYI/AAAAAAAABDw/nspCeGQbaY4/s72-c/singlnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1442510777019333354</id><published>2010-02-01T22:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:40:20.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Queres iskebey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S2dlgWeI4_I/AAAAAAAABDo/MfByJbY-YZM/s1600-h/ketchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S2dlgWeI4_I/AAAAAAAABDo/MfByJbY-YZM/s320/ketchup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433423081908003826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há duas explicações para a origem da palavra "ketchup".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira, muito popular, afirma que "ketchup" resulta da palavra "kôe-chiap", do dialecto chinês Amoy (região de Fujian) e que significa "molho para peixe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda teoria conta com o apoio "científico" dos especialistas, antropólogos, historiadores de culinária, etc. e afirma que "ketchup" tem a mesma raiz etimológica que a palavra… portuguesa… "escabeche".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez, "escabeche", acredita-se, resulta da palavra árabe "iskebey", "molho de vinagre".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1442510777019333354?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1442510777019333354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1442510777019333354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1442510777019333354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1442510777019333354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-iskebey.html' title='Queres iskebey?'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S2dlgWeI4_I/AAAAAAAABDo/MfByJbY-YZM/s72-c/ketchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3682177722614587378</id><published>2010-01-28T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:15:29.997Z</updated><title type='text'>A Ilha, de Fausto - 1982</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7gtPdint-g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7gtPdint-g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos tudo em silêncio na linha da praia&lt;br /&gt;De olhos na noite suspensos do céu que desmaia;&lt;br /&gt;Ai lua nova de Outubro, trazes as chuvas e ventos,&lt;br /&gt;A alma a segredar, a boca a murmurar tormentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descem de nuvens de assombro taínhas e bagres&lt;br /&gt;Se as aves embalam os peixes em certos milagres;&lt;br /&gt;Levita-se o corpo da alma, no choro das ladainhas,&lt;br /&gt;Na reza dos condenados, nas pragas dos sitiados,&lt;br /&gt;Na ilha dos ladrões, quem sai?&lt;br /&gt;E leva este recado ao cais:&lt;br /&gt;São penas, são sinais. Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livra-me da fome que me consome, deste frio;&lt;br /&gt;Livra-me do mal desse animal que é este cio;&lt;br /&gt;Livra-me do fado e se puderes abençoado&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me a mim a voar pelo ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se houvesse um encanto, uma estranha magia,&lt;br /&gt;O sol lentamente flutua nas margens do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Despe o meu corpo corsário, seca-me a veia maruja,&lt;br /&gt;Morde-me o peito aos ais, das brigas, dos punhais,&lt;br /&gt;Da ilha dos ladrões, quem sai?&lt;br /&gt;E leva este recado ao cais:&lt;br /&gt;São penas, são sinais. Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos nus e descalços, amantes, sedentos&lt;br /&gt;Se o véu da noite se deita na curva do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ai lua nova de Outubro,&lt;br /&gt;Os medos são medos das chuvas e ventos,&lt;br /&gt;Da alma a segredar, da boca a murmurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3682177722614587378?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3682177722614587378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3682177722614587378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3682177722614587378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3682177722614587378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/01/ilha-de-fausto-1982.html' title='A Ilha, de Fausto - 1982'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-8807633817778780374</id><published>2009-12-09T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:28:18.669Z</updated><title type='text'>O capitalismo popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S2IKaFIR7aI/AAAAAAAABDg/w58STHXgIlI/s1600-h/MCS+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S2IKaFIR7aI/AAAAAAAABDg/w58STHXgIlI/s320/MCS+395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431915543732022690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou hoje o jogo online "Monopoly City Streets", e com ele a febre imobiliária deste blogger, em que aprendeu mais neste jogo do que em muitas simulações de gestão...incluindo as que organizou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim, e apesar do mês de atraso inicial, um agradável 2º lugar nacional (1º com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;business ethic&lt;/span&gt;) e o 395º lugar do ranking mundial...em 5 milhões de jogadores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, saudades das corridas no Alasca e no Sudão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-8807633817778780374?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/8807633817778780374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=8807633817778780374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8807633817778780374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8807633817778780374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-capitalismo-popular.html' title='O capitalismo popular'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S2IKaFIR7aI/AAAAAAAABDg/w58STHXgIlI/s72-c/MCS+395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4746802702437546686</id><published>2009-11-02T20:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:43:33.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Dá pé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Su9gXF322II/AAAAAAAABDY/SXEG4hGG72c/s1600-h/languageofthefeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Su9gXF322II/AAAAAAAABDY/SXEG4hGG72c/s320/languageofthefeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399640428070230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curiosa a presença do pé em palavras onde não seria de suspeitar…Com base na raiz Indo-Europeia “ped-“ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podium(pedium?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Antípoda: literalmente, o tem os pés no lado oposto. &lt;br /&gt;2. Pecado: um tropeçar…&lt;br /&gt;3. Pedigree: As linhas de sucessão são parecidas com o pé de uma ave (grou)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menções honrosas: Pedal, Expediente, Impecável, Impedir. . .&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4746802702437546686?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4746802702437546686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4746802702437546686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4746802702437546686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4746802702437546686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-pe.html' title='Dá pé'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Su9gXF322II/AAAAAAAABDY/SXEG4hGG72c/s72-c/languageofthefeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-395279294032831972</id><published>2009-09-07T22:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:22:26.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto de Vinicius 2</title><content type='html'>Não Comerei da Alface a Verde Pétala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SqWB82dud1I/AAAAAAAABCE/6sSqXGyyvg4/s1600-h/alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SqWB82dud1I/AAAAAAAABCE/6sSqXGyyvg4/s320/alicia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378848212376254290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blogbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não comerei da alface a verde pétala&lt;br /&gt;Nem da cenoura as hóstias desbotadas&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei as pastagens às manadas&lt;br /&gt;E a quem mais aprouver fazer dieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cajus hei de chupar, mangas-espadas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pouco elegantes para um poeta&lt;br /&gt;Mas pêras e maçãs, deixo-as ao esteta&lt;br /&gt;Que acredita no cromo das saladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci ruminante como os bois&lt;br /&gt;Nem como os coelhos, roedor; nasci&lt;br /&gt;Omnívoro; dêem-me feijão com arroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um bife, e um queijo forte, e parati&lt;br /&gt;E eu morrerei, feliz, do coração&lt;br /&gt;De ter vivido sem comer em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes (1913-1980), Los Angeles 1947&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-395279294032831972?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/395279294032831972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=395279294032831972' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/395279294032831972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/395279294032831972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/09/soneto-de-vinicius-2.html' title='Soneto de Vinicius 2'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SqWB82dud1I/AAAAAAAABCE/6sSqXGyyvg4/s72-c/alicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3978281814156671039</id><published>2009-08-31T22:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:51:47.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SpxDgqi5h9I/AAAAAAAABB8/Bkh6vvukuT0/s1600-h/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SpxDgqi5h9I/AAAAAAAABB8/Bkh6vvukuT0/s320/spa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376246283629070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qualquer hotel hoje em dia não passa sem um “spa”, designação que a alude a actividades “saudáveis” como a natação, a sauna, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que a palavra "spa" deriva da expressão latina "salute per aqua", que traduzindo à letra significa "saúde pela água".&lt;br /&gt;Alguns &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sites&lt;/span&gt; de internet avançam com outras explicações para o acrónimo:  "Salus Per Aquam”, "Sanitas Per Aquam", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É etimologia popular.  Na verdade, a palavra advém do topónimo Spa, a célebre estância termal belga (Aquae Spadanae para os romanos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that: este blogger já correu, em competição, no circuito de Spa-Francorchamps!&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fpt.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FCircuit_de_Spa-Francorchamps&amp;amp;ei=30GcStqzFYnSjAee18zbDQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHEJEhHS7Jflc-hxPcWRumwuE5u4g&amp;amp;sig2=Snuos208lAe8zlgN04TkXA" class="l" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','res','1','AFQjCNHEJEhHS7Jflc-hxPcWRumwuE5u4g','&amp;amp;sig2=Snuos208lAe8zlgN04TkXA')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3978281814156671039?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3978281814156671039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3978281814156671039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3978281814156671039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3978281814156671039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/07/spa.html' title='Spa'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SpxDgqi5h9I/AAAAAAAABB8/Bkh6vvukuT0/s72-c/spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2537227418441275061</id><published>2009-08-22T20:51:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:23:22.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade do passado recente</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjeEqBKhGW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que nos é dito, 1989 foi um ano muito mais importante que 1968. Em 1989 caiu o muro e foi inventada a www. Dois acontecimentos condicionantes da vida mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É curioso como parece que tudo se passou há pouco tempo, e não, efectivamente, há vinte anos. A voragem do tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste filme, Vinicius canta uma saudade de um tempo apenas dezasseis anos anterior ao da canção. A primeira parte é “Carta ao Tom 74”, de Vinicius e Toquinho. A segunda parte da canção é a “Carta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; Tom”, a resposta de António Carlos Jobim, em 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A “Rua Nascimento Silva, 107” era a residência de Jobim. Este ensaiava com a cantora Elisete Cardoso as canções de “Canção do Amor Demais”.&lt;br /&gt;Ora este disco - pedra fundamental da bossa nova - é de 1958. A saudade do Rio que se perdeu é cantada por Vinicius em 1974. Dezasseis anos.&lt;br /&gt;O que se diria hoje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2537227418441275061?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2537227418441275061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2537227418441275061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2537227418441275061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2537227418441275061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/08/vinicius-tom.html' title='Saudade do passado recente'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3172940811912487969</id><published>2009-08-02T00:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:39:34.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Citações 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Snc851uQZ2I/AAAAAAAABBs/x2KIQnLp4aE/s1600-h/BobbyRobson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Snc851uQZ2I/AAAAAAAABBs/x2KIQnLp4aE/s320/BobbyRobson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365824445406537570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to die sooner rather than later. But then everyone has to go sometime and I have enjoyed every minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert (Bobby) Robson&lt;br /&gt;1933 - 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3172940811912487969?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3172940811912487969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3172940811912487969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3172940811912487969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3172940811912487969'/><link rel='alternate' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjCm4_L9g60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" width="280" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjCm4_L9g60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tarde en Itapoã es una curiosa canción, la hicimos Toquinho y yo en una tarde de total vagabundaje por esta maravillosa playa de Bahía, que ya fue celebrada por el gran Caymmi en una cancion inmortal que ustedes probablemente conocen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una cancion que habla de un dia, de una tarde en que paseamos Toquinho y yo por esta playa en shorts de baño, chupando una cachaçita, si, a veces beviendo una agua de coco y despues, con la mirada perdida en el encuentro de cielo y mar, bien despacito …. parece que sentimos toda la tierra rodar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introdução de Vinicius a "Tarde em Itapoã", La Fusa de Buenos Aires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7310200159547775310?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7310200159547775310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7310200159547775310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7310200159547775310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7310200159547775310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowscriptaccess="always" width="280" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EYbdEUOvByQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que o Tokarev hoje em dia já não é pequeno e apresenta-se como pianista profissional, de grande sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena o esforço?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1831537918565323274?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1831537918565323274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1831537918565323274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Prokofiev</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9iDbiVZolI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9iDbiVZolI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha ajuda o pobre do Andrei, que, para quem está tão mal, canta muito bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-751864225138029452?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2988264648987788923</id><published>2009-05-21T01:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:03:44.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Canon de Pachelbel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stCKjZniMsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stCKjZniMsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, Teresinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3778244028012978931</id><published>2009-05-09T00:01:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:39:02.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev 2  (1946?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc51afc5f2d00f09" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc51afc5f2d00f09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46E5A2E66BFFA1FA48C08B81BDA161B85B6ABCE8.5854535F43541C8436F5B66E2179D99B1694C9CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc51afc5f2d00f09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWS6331G8OkR5AoQ3pLxHJPmIEY4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A equipa de reportagem encontra Prokofiev na sua dacha, a tocar a valsa da cena 5 de “Guerra e Paz”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergei Sergeyevich, talvez possa falar aos nossos espectadores sobre o seu trabalho? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, neste momento estou a trabalhar numa suite sinfónica de valsas, que irá incluir três valsas de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderela&lt;/span&gt;, duas valsas de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guerra e Paz&lt;/span&gt; e uma valsa da banda sonora do filme "Lermontov."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guerra e Paz&lt;/span&gt; foi brilhantemente produzida em Leninegrado, onde o compositor Chishko fez uma actuação especialmente digna de registo como tenor, com um desempenho soberbo no papel de Pierre Bezukhoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além desta suite, estou a trabalhar numa sonata para violino e piano, e, uma vez concluída, darei continuidade ao trabalho na sexta sinfonia, que comecei o ano passado.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de concluir três suites do ballet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderela&lt;/span&gt; e irei agora entregar a partitura aos copistas para escrita das partes, pelo que provavelmente as suites irão já ser tocadas no início do Outono. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New 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É, como se diz agora, um país “incontornável”, no que à porcelana da China de exportação diz respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente aparece entre nós uma obra sobre este tema com a qualidade que se exige: “Portugal na porcelana da China, 500 anos de comércio”, de A. Varela Santos. Trata-se de uma edição bilingue, em vários volumes e em grande formato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingleses, norte-americanos e holandeses, entre outros, publicam já há mais de 40 anos obras deste fôlego, sempre "puxando a brasa à sua sardinha" na descrição das diversas peças e no relevo que lhes é atribuído.&lt;br /&gt;Deseja-se que estes livros tenham boa divulgação para que possam servir de “embaixadores de Portugal no Mundo”, nas palavras do seu muito simpático autor, que hoje conheci pessoalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta edição é também um exemplo para os académicos autores de livros de arte em Portugal, os tais escritos exclusivamente em português e que uma vez abertos se racham logo a meio …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SgDe5K-UU2I/AAAAAAAABBU/zYAF2XmTsN4/s72-c/0002_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-546694843130221862</id><published>2009-04-17T00:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:56:04.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aria</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5944ab486444a5e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6373029610418811368</id><published>2009-04-09T23:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:38:27.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Sd54b25zkzI/AAAAAAAABBM/KpCB7rXKupg/s1600-h/Imagem001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Sd54b25zkzI/AAAAAAAABBM/KpCB7rXKupg/s320/Imagem001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322824229588276018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto da ISS (Estação Espacial Internacional), que nos apareceu na varanda, a NW.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, Sith Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/Sd54b25zkzI/AAAAAAAABBM/KpCB7rXKupg/s72-c/Imagem001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-8665545193207745452</id><published>2009-04-01T23:24:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:19:48.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SdPw4kkbdrI/AAAAAAAABA8/kGE27uOrJmc/s1600-h/sergei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SdPw4kkbdrI/AAAAAAAABA8/kGE27uOrJmc/s320/sergei2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319860439534499506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O original, individual, "scherzo-ish", incondescendente, cidadão, servidor do povo, formalista, moderno, genial, Sergei Prokofiev (1891-1953).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-8665545193207745452?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/8665545193207745452/comments/default' title='Enviar 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left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SdFOsGFNPpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C1vv0FIRfZE/s320/exemplo+chrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319119154354929298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keats (1795 -1821), no seu poema épico sobre Endymion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:&lt;br /&gt;Its loveliness increases; it will never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass into nothingness; but still will keep&lt;br /&gt;A bower quiet for us, and a sleep&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilustração: Prato raso circular em porcelana da China de exportação, Companhia das Índias. Dinastia Qing, Reinado de Qianlong (1736-1795).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-237500532676424872?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/237500532676424872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=237500532676424872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/237500532676424872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/237500532676424872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/03/citacoes-2.html' title='Citações 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D300b88798d037736%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E2366A29221353E564EFA7F05B7F2B45E4A742D.76E8CED66B10444A4B26A5772CA9B3FC4BFD59B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D300b88798d037736%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaniF2LjzYtnKAzibcTeD9jsMDm8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Serge Gainsbourg.&lt;br /&gt;A canção que poderia durar para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;et tes larmes n'y pourront rien changer&lt;br /&gt;comm'dit si bien Verlaine "au vent mauvais"&lt;br /&gt;je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu t'souviens des jours anciens et tu pleures&lt;br /&gt;tu suffoques, tu blémis à présent&lt;br /&gt;qu'a sonné l'heure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des adieux à jamais&lt;br /&gt;oui je suis au regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d'te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;oui je t'aimais, oui, mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;tes sanglots longs n'y pourront rien changer&lt;br /&gt;comm'dit si bien Verlaine "au vent mauvais"&lt;br /&gt;je suis venu d'te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu t'souviens des jours heureux et tu pleures&lt;br /&gt;tu sanglotes, tu gémis à présent&lt;br /&gt;qu'a sonné l'heure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des adieux à jamais&lt;br /&gt;oui je suis au regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d'te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;car tu m'en as trop fait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais&lt;br /&gt;et tes larmes n'y pourront rien changer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/03/je-suis-venu-te-dire-que-je-men-vais.html' title='Je suis venu te dire que je m&apos;en vais'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6690142804051875971</id><published>2009-03-05T17:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:59:51.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Porto, 1979</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SbASng-Vn8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/PPV7-Yaz_mU/s1600-h/eletricos+porto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SbASng-Vn8I/AAAAAAAAA_c/PPV7-Yaz_mU/s320/eletricos+porto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309764430745411522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interessante viagem à cidade do Porto (Portugal), no distante ano de 1979, através das fotografias de Olle S. Nevenius, um fotógrafo sueco interessado por transportes públicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceder a este &lt;a href="http://www.sparvagssallskapet.se/forum/viewtopic.php?f=3&amp;amp;t=5149&amp;amp;p=41619&amp;amp;hilit=portugal"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Sith Lord e Aureliano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6690142804051875971?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6690142804051875971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6690142804051875971' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6690142804051875971'/><link 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type='text'>As fundações</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuHhLiRkxNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuHhLiRkxNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3361209950992585161?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3361209950992585161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3361209950992585161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3361209950992585161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3361209950992585161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-fundacoes.html' title='As fundações'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7522658264901289248</id><published>2009-02-22T02:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:41:01.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Du bist die Ruh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUvfkWxsxZY;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUvfkWxsxZY;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist die Ruh, tu és a tranquilidade.&lt;br /&gt;De Schubert (1797-1828)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7522658264901289248?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7522658264901289248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7522658264901289248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7522658264901289248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7522658264901289248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/02/du-bist-die-ruh.html' title='Du bist die Ruh'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-5721285561994117589</id><published>2009-02-14T23:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:07:02.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Im Frühling, 1959 e 1978</title><content type='html'>Deixa-se à consideração de todos o efeito da passagem do tempo pelo amado barítono Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau. Neste exemplo vemos "Im Frühling", Deutsch 882, de Franz Schubert, em 1959 e 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb5cbcecbafb7bac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb5cbcecbafb7bac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B85262AE4A5EF38D9507EAC9F1E15EDF039E094.65F89AB9000DD21D8AFE70F0255A3C59715ECC80%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb5cbcecbafb7bac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqxGlHQEta9oEhqv0k0IgdGmXOuI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="280" height="230" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb5cbcecbafb7bac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B85262AE4A5EF38D9507EAC9F1E15EDF039E094.65F89AB9000DD21D8AFE70F0255A3C59715ECC80%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb5cbcecbafb7bac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqxGlHQEta9oEhqv0k0IgdGmXOuI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescZDFo_2SL0a8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já quanto ao acompanhamento, deve ser unânime que Ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescZDFo_2SL0a8"&gt;rald M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescZDFo_2SL0a8"&gt;oor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescZDFo_2SL0a8"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;deixa muitas saudades. 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/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Wo ich an ihrer Seite ging&lt;br /&gt;    So traulich und so nah,&lt;br /&gt;    Und tief im dunklen Felsenquell&lt;br /&gt;    Den schönen Himmel blau und hell&lt;br /&gt;    Und sie im Himmel sah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Sieh, wie der bunte Frühling schon&lt;br /&gt;    Aus Knosp' und Blüte blickt!&lt;br /&gt;    Nicht alle Blüten sind mir gleich,&lt;br /&gt;    Am liebsten pflückt ich von dem Zweig,&lt;br /&gt;    Von welchem sie gepflückt!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Denn alles ist wie damals noch,&lt;br /&gt;    Die Blumen, das Gefild;&lt;br /&gt;    Die Sonne scheint nicht minder hell,&lt;br /&gt;    Nicht minder freundlich schwimmt im Quell&lt;br /&gt;    Das blaue Himmelsbild.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Es wandeln nur sich Will und Wahn,&lt;br /&gt;    Es wechseln Lust und Streit,&lt;br /&gt;    Vorüber flieht der Liebe Glück,&lt;br /&gt;    Und nur die Liebe bleit zurück,&lt;br /&gt;    Die Lieb und ach, das Leid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    O wär ich doch ein Vöglein nur&lt;br /&gt;    Dort an dem Wiesenhang,&lt;br /&gt;    Dann blieb ich auf den Zweigen hier,&lt;br /&gt;    Und säng ein süsses Lied von ihr,&lt;br /&gt;    Den ganzen Sommer lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-5721285561994117589?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81a21db8b2af6335&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb5cbcecbafb7bac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5721285561994117589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5721285561994117589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5721285561994117589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5721285561994117589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-fruhling-1959-e-1978.html' title='Im Frühling, 1959 e 1978'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3456685814069970495</id><published>2009-02-14T22:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:04:44.289Z</updated><title type='text'>O ornitorrinco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SZdGW_BI7mI/AAAAAAAAA_E/T01nxpiCG9I/s1600-h/ornitorrinco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SZdGW_BI7mI/AAAAAAAAA_E/T01nxpiCG9I/s320/ornitorrinco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302784446939328098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O ornitorrinco (do grego: ornitho, ave e rhynchus, bico) é um mamífero semi-aquático natural da Austrália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou a Inglaterra o primeiro espécime empalhado do ornitorrinco, em 1799, a comunidade científica não teve dúvidas: alguém, possivelmente algum taxidermista asiático, tinha costurado um bico de pato sobre o corpo de um animal semelhante a um castor.&lt;br /&gt;Uma óbvia fraude, um embuste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obrigado Henrique pela dica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3456685814069970495?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3456685814069970495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3456685814069970495' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3456685814069970495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3456685814069970495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-ornitorrinco.html' title='O ornitorrinco'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SZdGW_BI7mI/AAAAAAAAA_E/T01nxpiCG9I/s72-c/ornitorrinco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-5702023575433794810</id><published>2009-02-08T18:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:28:31.798Z</updated><title type='text'>ZX81</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SY8jlS27OyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/LQTNfqdfmQU/s1600-h/zx81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SY8jlS27OyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/LQTNfqdfmQU/s320/zx81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300494410062707490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Houve um tempo em que era possível conhecer completamente um computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis o poderoso ZX81, com 1 KB (1024 bytes) de RAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-5702023575433794810?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5702023575433794810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5702023575433794810' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5702023575433794810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5702023575433794810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/02/zx81.html' title='ZX81'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SY8jlS27OyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/LQTNfqdfmQU/s72-c/zx81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3191665976056202689</id><published>2009-02-06T23:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:46:38.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Sa jeunesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96ee3e9bcdcaa154" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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/&gt;Il faut boire jusqu'à l'ivresse&lt;br /&gt;Sa jeunesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car tous les instants&lt;br /&gt;De nos vingt ans&lt;br /&gt;Nous sont comptés&lt;br /&gt;Et jamais plus&lt;br /&gt;Le temps perdu&lt;br /&gt;Ne nous fait face,&lt;br /&gt;Il passe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvent en vain on tend les mains, et l'on regrette,&lt;br /&gt;Il est trop tard, sur son chemin, rien ne l'arrête!&lt;br /&gt;On ne peut garder sans cesse&lt;br /&gt;Sa jeunesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant que ne sourire et nous quittons l'enfance,&lt;br /&gt;Avant que ne savoir la jeunesse s'en fuit.&lt;br /&gt;Cela semble si court que l'on est tout surpris qu'avant que ne comprendre&lt;br /&gt;On quitte l'existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3191665976056202689?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7396608115803038984</id><published>2009-02-06T21:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:17:48.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary World</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_aCPEBKNJrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_aCPEBKNJrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo ordinário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7396608115803038984?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7396608115803038984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7396608115803038984' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7396608115803038984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7396608115803038984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/02/ordinary-world.html' title='Ordinary World'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-709240818139006662</id><published>2009-02-04T22:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:26:01.408Z</updated><title type='text'>New Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jiUu8od_I8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jiUu8od_I8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande Jimmy Durante (1893-1980) explica a receita para vencer a crise, em 1933.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-709240818139006662?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/709240818139006662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=709240818139006662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/709240818139006662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/709240818139006662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-deal.html' title='New Deal'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-681944915526230642</id><published>2009-01-24T16:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:59:49.176Z</updated><title type='text'>British Racing vs Rosso Corsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SXtIpkG0zSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/i-D3vMhjiys/s1600-h/blue+ferrari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SXtIpkG0zSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/i-D3vMhjiys/s320/blue+ferrari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294905665808289058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando começaram as corridas de automóveis, houve necessidade de agrupar os carros por cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou assim estabelecido que todos os automóveis alemães seriam brancos, todos os ingleses verdes (daí a cor "British Racing"), todos os franceses azuis e todos os italianos vermelhos (Rosso Corsa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta regra só começou a ser abandonada em 1970, com o início dos patrocínios nas corridas internacionais. Ainda assim, muitos fabricantes, por amor à tradição, continuam ainda a usar este esquema de cores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine-se o mundo com outra convenção.&lt;br /&gt;Audi's verdes? Jaguares vermelhos? Ferraris azuis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:black;"    lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-681944915526230642?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/681944915526230642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=681944915526230642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/681944915526230642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/681944915526230642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/01/british-racing-vs-rosso-corsa.html' title='British Racing vs Rosso Corsa'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SXtIpkG0zSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/i-D3vMhjiys/s72-c/blue+ferrari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-5013721285470114139</id><published>2009-01-18T21:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:11:48.765Z</updated><title type='text'>Estrela da Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SXUkxMaKfpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/uvfp5gRl0CA/s1600-h/V%C3%A9nus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SXUkxMaKfpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/uvfp5gRl0CA/s320/V%C3%A9nus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177364607041170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ary dos Santos (7 de Dezembro de 1937  - 18 de Janeiro de 1984, há 25 anos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardes que me acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperava por ti, tu não vinhas, tardavas e eu entardecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde, tão tarde, que a boca, tardando-lhe o beijo, mordia&lt;br /&gt;Quando à boca da noite surgiste na tarde tal rosa tardia&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando nós nos olhámos tardámos no beijo que a boca pedia&lt;br /&gt;E na tarde ficámos unidos ardendo na luz que morria&lt;br /&gt;Em nós dois nessa tarde em que tanto tardaste o sol amanhecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde de mais para haver outra noite, para haver outro dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que o luar te amanheça e o meu corpo te guarde&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Foi a noite mais bela de todas as noites que me adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;Dos nocturnos silêncios que à noite de aromas e beijos se encheram&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite em que os nossos dois corpos cansados não adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;E da estrada mais linda da noite uma festa de fogo fizeram&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Foram noites e noites que numa só noite nos aconteceram&lt;br /&gt;Era o dia da noite de todas as noites que nos precederam&lt;br /&gt;Era a noite mais clara daqueles que à noite amando se deram&lt;br /&gt;E entre os braços da noite de tanto se amarem, vivendo morreram&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu não sei, meu amor, se o que digo é ternura, se é riso, se é pranto&lt;br /&gt;É por ti que adormeço e acordo e acordado recordo no canto&lt;br /&gt;Essa tarde em que tarde surgiste dum triste e profundo recanto&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite em que cedo nasceste despida de mágoa e de espanto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Meu amor, nunca é tarde nem cedo para quem se quer tanto!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-5013721285470114139?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5013721285470114139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5013721285470114139' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5013721285470114139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5013721285470114139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/01/estrela-da-tarde.html' title='Estrela da Tarde'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SXUkxMaKfpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/uvfp5gRl0CA/s72-c/V%C3%A9nus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1769899198827949987</id><published>2009-01-08T21:55:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:09:37.881Z</updated><title type='text'>O Índice do Preço do Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWZ2WBJFkXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/EH-WOjIopWQ/s1600-h/12days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWZ2WBJFkXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/EH-WOjIopWQ/s320/12days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289044933028974962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;A divertida canção de Natal “Os doze dias do Natal” é uma canção &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cumulativa&lt;/span&gt; que termina com:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;No décimo segundo dia de Natal o meu verdadeiro amor deu-me: doze tocadores de tambor, onze gaiteiros a tocar, dez lordes a saltar, nove senhoras a dançar, oito criadas a ordenhar, sete cisnes a nadar, seis gansos a chocar, cinco anéis dourados, quatro melros a cantar, três galinhas francesas, duas rolas e uma perdiz numa pereira...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Com base nesta canção, o banco norte-americano PNC calcula, todos os anos, o indicador económico “Índice do Preço do Natal”. A compra do cabaz segue a ordem da canção, começando com a perdiz na pereira, no dia 25 de Dezembro, e terminando com a contratação dos 12 tocadores de tambor, a 5 de Janeiro. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Em 2008, o índice subiu 8,1% relativamente a 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Em geral, os preços têm acompa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;nhado o índice geral de preços para o consumidor e reflectem a realidade da economia, com o preço dos bens em queda e o preço dos serviços em grande subida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Os sete cisnes são o artigo mais caro da lista. A perdiz é o artigo mais barato da lista e em 2008 podia comprar-se por 20 USD. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;O índice também apresenta a alternativa de compra dos 364 “artigos” pela internet. Por esta via, o conjunto fica cerca de 2% mais ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;ro, devido aos custos de transporte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Aguarda-se a todo o momento a publicação dos números de 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1769899198827949987?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1769899198827949987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1769899198827949987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1769899198827949987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1769899198827949987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='O Índice do Preço do Natal'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWZ2WBJFkXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/EH-WOjIopWQ/s72-c/12days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6317299896772512706</id><published>2009-01-06T22:57:00.033Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:15:26.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Cristovam Colon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWPyHOzv08I/AAAAAAAAA70/fi3JXyVLUvs/s1600-h/book_cover+colombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWPyHOzv08I/AAAAAAAAA70/fi3JXyVLUvs/s320/book_cover+colombo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288336593511240642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cristobal Colombo é, em rigor, Cristovam Colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Kõlon é "membro", em grego, Cristo-vam Colon, um nome falso, quer dizer "membro dos que vão por Cristo", ou seja, um membro da Ordem de Cristo, do grande D. João II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma das várias pistas para desvendar o maior "cover up" da história, apresentadas no livro "O Mistério Colombo Revelado", de Manuel Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este livro desmonta com precisão as versões alternativas e desastradas de historiadores estrangeiros, notavelmente desconhecedores da História de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas haverá alguém que ainda acredite que (depois de um conveniente naufrágio) deu à costa um italiano ignaro, que de repente fica culto, escreve em português (ou em castelhano aportuguesado) e em latim?&lt;br /&gt;Um plebeu que acede a grandes segredos de estado e que, sem mais, faz parte da elite do Portugal Templário?&lt;br /&gt;Um modesto tecelão de lã que casa com uma nobre de sangue real  e melhor partido da corte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWPxu3o7mnI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jyqUxtn2clU/s1600-h/columbus_signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWPxu3o7mnI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jyqUxtn2clU/s320/columbus_signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288336174974999154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6317299896772512706?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6317299896772512706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6317299896772512706' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6317299896772512706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6317299896772512706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/01/cristo-vam-colon.html' title='Cristovam Colon'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SWPyHOzv08I/AAAAAAAAA70/fi3JXyVLUvs/s72-c/book_cover+colombo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4846323605718185289</id><published>2009-01-05T23:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:19:16.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath after Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPxc8YOYjok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPxc8YOYjok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente, fez parte da banda sonora deste Ano Novo a curiosa mistura entre os que duram, duram (como diria o Luis) e  Milton Nascimento.&lt;br /&gt;Canta Milton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama! Dança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhora musa da paz&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça&lt;br /&gt;me carrega no teu andor&lt;br /&gt;Dormir no colo da dor&lt;br /&gt;Amiga, arrasa!&lt;br /&gt;A tua mão desenhou&lt;br /&gt;O sonho na areia&lt;br /&gt;Agora, entrega de vez&lt;br /&gt;Meu rumo&lt;br /&gt;E vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga uma palavra alegre&lt;br /&gt;Manda um recado&lt;br /&gt;Que seja agora&lt;br /&gt;Faz o mundo ficar novo&lt;br /&gt;E dancar no colo do tal de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga uma palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Cara bem alegre&lt;br /&gt;Corre, manda logo um recado&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça&lt;br /&gt;Faz um clima doce&lt;br /&gt;Me arrepia!&lt;br /&gt;Chega de sufoco!&lt;br /&gt;Me põe louco!&lt;br /&gt;Me faz diamante&lt;br /&gt;Teu amante&lt;br /&gt;Dança ao som do vento&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina&lt;br /&gt;Basta de sufoco&lt;br /&gt;Nao faz jogo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um teledisco inesquecível, de mau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4846323605718185289?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4846323605718185289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4846323605718185289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4846323605718185289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4846323605718185289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2009/01/breath-after-breath.html' title='Breath after Breath'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4530834384384425845</id><published>2008-12-18T19:33:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:03:14.383Z</updated><title type='text'>O Pechiché</title><content type='html'>Nenhum outro site da internet se debruçou sobre a rica temática do pechiché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Esta é mais uma oportunidade para "O Significado das Coisas" preencher uma grave lacuna e dizer qual…humm…o significado desta coisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;O pechiché, no português de Portugal, é um móvel. Sim, aquele que está nos nossos quartos, com um espelho a meio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Pechiché vem do francês psyché, um móvel com um grande espelho inclinável, para reflexão inteiriça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpLLQlezI/AAAAAAAAA7E/uqKHX4cQ0tU/s1600-h/Psych%C3%A9_artdeco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpLLQlezI/AAAAAAAAA7E/uqKHX4cQ0tU/s320/Psych%C3%A9_artdeco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281219522511338290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Os "psyché" estavam na moda nos anos 20 e 30 do século passado, bem ao estilo "art déco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;A França é o país do art déco. O estilo deve o seu nome à &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exposition Internationale des Arts Décoratifs et Industriels Modernes&lt;/span&gt;, realizada em Paris, em 1925.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;A este móvel deu-se o nome de Psyché (Psiquê, em português). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpbt-qGSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-yStiOFCu5Y/s1600-h/Psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpbt-qGSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-yStiOFCu5Y/s320/Psyche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281219806709291298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Psiquê é, na mitologia grega, a bela mortal por quem Eros, o nosso conhecido Cupido, se apaixonou – espetou-se acidentalmente por uma das suas próprias setas, o pobre. Na foto: "Psiquê resgatada por Eros", de William Bouguereau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(1825-1905).&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Importa salientar aqui a diferença entre um psyché e uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coiffeuse&lt;/span&gt;. Uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coiffeuse&lt;/span&gt; é um móvel que surgiu muito antes, no período regência (1700-1730), com a feminização do mobiliário. As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coiffeuses&lt;/span&gt; apresentam um espelho mais pequeno, muitas vezes tríptico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpvjRuQ5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/u__o3QAIxpQ/s1600-h/Coiffeuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpvjRuQ5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/u__o3QAIxpQ/s320/Coiffeuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281220147433849746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Enfim, o que temos em nossas casas não será um psyché, mas sim - é uma suposição - uma coiffeuse ou, em português,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;...um toucador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4530834384384425845?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4530834384384425845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4530834384384425845' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4530834384384425845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4530834384384425845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-pechich.html' title='O Pechiché'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUqpLLQlezI/AAAAAAAAA7E/uqKHX4cQ0tU/s72-c/Psych%C3%A9_artdeco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-8208218936972124002</id><published>2008-12-17T23:02:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:53:14.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Before Sunrise, Before Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUmPdEA_HuI/AAAAAAAAA60/yokQLzkWUWo/s1600-h/before+sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUmPdEA_HuI/AAAAAAAAA60/yokQLzkWUWo/s320/before+sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909767525474018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/span&gt; (2004) é o filme que continua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/span&gt; (1995). Os actores são os mesmos, Ethan Hawke (1970) e Julie Delpy (1969).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUmPh10GuuI/AAAAAAAAA68/0q_iqQmeYs8/s1600-h/before+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUmPh10GuuI/AAAAAAAAA68/0q_iqQmeYs8/s320/before+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909849612696290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A acção (?) decorre em tempo real, e em tempo real passaram nove anos desde a última vez que os personagens se encontraram. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;, com Viena por cenário, é o filme romântico que as pessoas mais amam ou odeiam, a julgar pelas opiniões do círculo mais próximo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/span&gt;, passado em Paris, não terá o condão de converter as opiniões mais arreigadas, mas desperta, talvez, outro tipo de ideias. Interessante, o efeito da passagem do tempo nos actores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não haja dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;É totalmente diferente ter 25 anos ou 34 anos…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-8208218936972124002?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/8208218936972124002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=8208218936972124002' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8208218936972124002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8208218936972124002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-sunrise-before-sunset.html' title='Before Sunrise, Before Sunset'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SUmPdEA_HuI/AAAAAAAAA60/yokQLzkWUWo/s72-c/before+sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4317901786884913154</id><published>2008-12-16T23:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:16:00.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Para dizer adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3542c291e1dc623" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3542c291e1dc623%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF9031A557E25EBA8DBC6A1F8400727C02ADB910.735A87FD1C0C2B09BC3962F05849CCEB3C3E19F2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3542c291e1dc623%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8cRcCboWVrOn1KDNsutnEnuvTyA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="280" height="230" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3542c291e1dc623%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF9031A557E25EBA8DBC6A1F8400727C02ADB910.735A87FD1C0C2B09BC3962F05849CCEB3C3E19F2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3542c291e1dc623%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8cRcCboWVrOn1KDNsutnEnuvTyA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta a jovem promessa Maria Bethânia, de 23 anos, da Bahia. Raulzinho no trombone.&lt;br /&gt;Música de Edu Lobo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4317901786884913154?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e3542c291e1dc623&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4317901786884913154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4317901786884913154' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4317901786884913154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5105413308676579906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5105413308676579906' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5105413308676579906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5105413308676579906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/12/encontro-improvvel.html' title='Encontro improvável'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4280783133745768212</id><published>2008-12-07T21:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:44:58.675Z</updated><title type='text'>Diana Damrau</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2ODfuMMyss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2ODfuMMyss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Damrau (1971), uma maravilhosa "Rainha da Noite".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4280783133745768212?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4280783133745768212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4280783133745768212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4280783133745768212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4280783133745768212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/12/diana-damrau.html' title='Diana Damrau'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2125510799654332955</id><published>2008-11-13T21:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:37:27.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo foleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SRyjEm6T65I/AAAAAAAAA6E/VTLFMY-WUHE/s1600-h/foles+de+%C3%B3rg%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SRyjEm6T65I/AAAAAAAAA6E/VTLFMY-WUHE/s320/foles+de+%C3%B3rg%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268264963676564370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toda aquela tubaria (ou canaria) de um órgão de igreja precisa de ar para funcionar. Hoje em dia usam-se motores elécticos para accionar os foles. Antigamente, os enormes foles eram accionados manualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Este trabalho era muito pesado.   &lt;p&gt;Para esta tarefa de baixa qualificação contratavam-se uns pobres trabalhadores indiferenciados, os foleiros. Pode dizer-se que os foleiros tinham um trabalho foleiro.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Foleiro, na linguagem popular do português de Portugal, passou a significar: de baixo nível, piroso, bera (também com "definição" neste blog). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2125510799654332955?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2125510799654332955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2125510799654332955' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2125510799654332955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2125510799654332955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/11/mesmo-foleiro.html' title='Mesmo foleiro'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SRyjEm6T65I/AAAAAAAAA6E/VTLFMY-WUHE/s72-c/foles+de+%C3%B3rg%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6325731918253242484</id><published>2008-11-04T00:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:28:23.050Z</updated><title type='text'>El método sueco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQ-U7ADWl5I/AAAAAAAAA58/xw8xxOhy0cE/s1600-h/sweden+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQ-U7ADWl5I/AAAAAAAAA58/xw8xxOhy0cE/s320/sweden+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264590230766655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma temporada na Suécia. Que será feito do time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da direita para a esquerda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Nilsson; T. Johansson, D. Nilsson, A. Nilsson, N. Andersson,&lt;br /&gt;M. Johansson, B. Andersson, M. Nilsson, B. Johansson,&lt;br /&gt;M. Andersson, B. Nilsson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6325731918253242484?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6325731918253242484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6325731918253242484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6325731918253242484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6325731918253242484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-mtodo-sueco.html' title='El método sueco'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQ-U7ADWl5I/AAAAAAAAA58/xw8xxOhy0cE/s72-c/sweden+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2368648464745440474</id><published>2008-10-23T19:08:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:30:01.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As time goes by - 1ª parte</title><content type='html'>As actrizes que, in illo tempore, contaram. É a metamorfose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Rampling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDB5-8nSVI/AAAAAAAAA40/mo4Umaw9qsY/s1600-h/CharlotteRampling_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDB5-8nSVI/AAAAAAAAA40/mo4Umaw9qsY/s320/CharlotteRampling_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417566662674770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDCDpvbHaI/AAAAAAAAA48/QLUInehZnvg/s1600-h/charlotte_ramplingold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDCDpvbHaI/AAAAAAAAA48/QLUInehZnvg/s320/charlotte_ramplingold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417732768898466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDCnVAtzKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HOB9TzpLDSM/s1600-h/clairebloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDCnVAtzKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HOB9TzpLDSM/s320/clairebloom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418345679572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDCuzdxQaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/R1vAa-ODZrY/s1600-h/clairebloom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDCuzdxQaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/R1vAa-ODZrY/s320/clairebloom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418474113581474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Seagrove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDPUL0IA2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/2MQmqHKcHhk/s1600-h/jenny_seagrove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDPUL0IA2I/AAAAAAAAA5c/2MQmqHKcHhk/s320/jenny_seagrove1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260432310444491618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDPfTINr_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/QqCcsdGoUrM/s1600-h/jenny-seagrove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDPfTINr_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/QqCcsdGoUrM/s320/jenny-seagrove2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260432501386358770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDP80uSYQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/lSn4R7dQtvQ/s1600-h/Sean_Young+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDP80uSYQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/lSn4R7dQtvQ/s320/Sean_Young+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260433008620626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDQIyAKuxI/AAAAAAAAA50/OEvqas0VSCk/s1600-h/seanyoung3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDQIyAKuxI/AAAAAAAAA50/OEvqas0VSCk/s320/seanyoung3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260433214048746258" 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/8105005742567697196-2368648464745440474?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2368648464745440474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2368648464745440474' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2368648464745440474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2368648464745440474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-time-goes-by-1-parte.html' title='As time goes by - 1ª parte'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SQDB5-8nSVI/AAAAAAAAA40/mo4Umaw9qsY/s72-c/CharlotteRampling_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2084335886024666445</id><published>2008-10-05T22:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:03:11.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Khatia Buniatishvili</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahPY0e0xs7g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahPY0e0xs7g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantasia de Schumann e a emoção da georgiana Khatia Buniatishvili (1987).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2084335886024666445?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2084335886024666445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2084335886024666445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2084335886024666445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2084335886024666445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/10/khatia-buniatishvili.html' title='Khatia Buniatishvili'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7284084873400036350</id><published>2008-09-27T22:56:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:47:49.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeu e Julieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-118f18acf2879e79" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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O Kirov decidiu não avançar com a produção. Os coreógrafos do Bolshoi disseram "assim não". Trabalhar sobre um final feliz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prokofiev decidiu alterar o final, mantendo o final trágico de Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mudou.&lt;br /&gt;Continua a haver pouco interesse por finais felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galina Ulanova e Yuri Zhdanov, do Bolshoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7284084873400036350?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=118f18acf2879e79&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7284084873400036350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7284084873400036350' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7284084873400036350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7284084873400036350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/09/romeu-e-julieta.html' title='Romeu e Julieta'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6495049898754874919</id><published>2008-09-27T00:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:58:31.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XEcywaVoTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XEcywaVoTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o bom do Hal Pereira (1905-1983) a assegurar a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;art direction&lt;/span&gt;. Fê-lo em 254 filmes, de 1944 a 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal, de ascendência portuguesa (tal como Krista Allen ou Tom Hanks, entre muitos) foi nomeado 23 vezes para o Óscar de Hollywood e uma vez para os Emmy, por "Bonanza". Ganhou o Óscar com o filme "The Rose Tatoo" (A Rosa Tatuada, 1955).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-6495049898754874919?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6495049898754874919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6495049898754874919' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6495049898754874919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6495049898754874919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-304130582891772232</id><published>2008-09-25T00:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:09:41.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K39olUDq8qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K39olUDq8qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm... de onde conhecemos esta música? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez a rapariga vestida com as cortinas é a norueguesa Maria Arredondo (1985).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-304130582891772232?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/304130582891772232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=304130582891772232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/304130582891772232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/304130582891772232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-good.html' title='Something Good'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-5790867654342995118</id><published>2008-09-21T17:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:59:13.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Melhor Pretexto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SNZ9HthODTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/5PDnckS4TQ8/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SNZ9HthODTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/5PDnckS4TQ8/s320/Photo0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248519987178376498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão frágil a vida,&lt;br /&gt;tão efémero tudo!&lt;br /&gt;(Não é verdade, amiga,&lt;br /&gt;olhinhos-cor-de-musgo ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      E ao mesmo tempo é forte,&lt;br /&gt;forte da veleidade,&lt;br /&gt;de resistir à morte&lt;br /&gt;quanto maior a idade.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Assim, aos trinta e sete,&lt;br /&gt;  fechados alguns ciclos,&lt;br /&gt;  a vida ainda pede&lt;br /&gt;  mais sentimento, vínculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Não tanto os que nos deram&lt;br /&gt;  a fúria de viver,&lt;br /&gt;  como esses descobertos&lt;br /&gt;  depois de se saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Que a vida não é outra&lt;br /&gt;  senão a que fazemos&lt;br /&gt;  (e a vida é uma só,&lt;br /&gt;  pois jamais voltaremos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Partidários da vida,&lt;br /&gt;  melhor: do que está vivo,&lt;br /&gt;  digamos «não!» a tudo&lt;br /&gt;  que tenha outro sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  E que melhor pretexto&lt;br /&gt;  (quem o saiba que o diga!)&lt;br /&gt;  teremos p'ra viver&lt;br /&gt;  senão a própria vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre O'Neill (1924-1986)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-5790867654342995118?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5790867654342995118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5790867654342995118' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5790867654342995118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5790867654342995118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-melhor-pretexto.html' title='O Melhor Pretexto'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SNZ9HthODTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/5PDnckS4TQ8/s72-c/Photo0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4966131402106425414</id><published>2008-09-11T22:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:46:13.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitridate</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_6CqxR7Dn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_6CqxR7Dn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifare canta "Lungi da te, mio bene". &lt;br /&gt;Aspasia jaz prostrada no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não parece, mas a cena passa-se em 63 A.C., durante o conflito entre Roma e o Ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se da ópera &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mitridate, re di Ponto&lt;/span&gt;, Köchel 87, sobre Mitrídates, o Grande, rei do Ponto, na Anatólia. &lt;br /&gt;A ópera foi composta durante a tournée de Itália, em 1770, tinha Mozart 14 anos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soprano sueca Miah Persson. 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title='Mitridate'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-6352264983545755943</id><published>2008-09-10T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:47:10.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um mundo que passou</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-974905ae42811b5d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/6352264983545755943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=6352264983545755943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6352264983545755943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/6352264983545755943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-mundo-que-passou.html' title='Um mundo que passou'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7558377624253929497</id><published>2008-09-03T21:40:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:57:05.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O carvalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SL8GPg4Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/GyMBl-S9Nt0/s1600-h/grande+carvalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SL8GPg4Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/GyMBl-S9Nt0/s320/grande+carvalho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241915354875325426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na beira da estrada erguia-se um carvalho. Devia ser dez vezes mais velho que as bétulas, era dez vezes mais grosso e dez vezes mais alto. Era um carvalho enorme, com galhos que deviam ter quebrado há muito tempo e com a casca coberta de cicatrizes. Com seus braços e dedos enormes, tortos e feios, ele erguia-se entre as bétulas, como um velho monstro mau e desdenhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Só ele não se entregava aos encantos da estação, recusando-se a ver a primavera e o sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Primavera, amor e felicidade! Como é que ainda não estão fartos desta estúpida e absurda mentira?", parecia dizer o carvalho. "É sempre o mesmo, tudo é falsidade! Não há primavera, nem sol, nem felicidade. Olhem para estes pinheiros sufocados e mortos, sempre iguais, olhem para mim, que ergo meus dedos quebrados e tortos, que brotam nas minhas costas, nos meus flancos. Como eles eu também permaneço no mesmo lugar; não creio nas vossas esperanças e mentiras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) "Sim, tem razão, mil vezes razão, este carvalho", pensava o príncipe Andrei. "Que os outros, os jovens, se deixem prender nessas mentiras, mas nós os dois conhecemos a vida - e a nossa vida está acabada!" Por causa desse carvalho, o príncipe Andrei foi invadido por uma série de pensamentos tristes, mas agradavelmente melancólicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Andrei Nikolayevich Bolkonsky apaixona-se por Natasha Rostova...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) "Sim, foi aqui nesse bosque, havia esse carvalho com o qual eu estava inteiramente de acordo. Mas onde está ele?", perguntava-se o príncipe Andrei olhando para o lado esquerdo. Sem saber, sem reconhecê-lo, admirava o carvalho que tanto procurava. O velho carvalho, inteiramente transfigurado, erguia-se como uma abóboda de verdura escura e luxuriante, quase imóvel, perdendo-se entre os raios de sol poente. Nem mais dedos retorcidos, nem cicatrizes, nem a antiga desconfiança e amargor, nada se percebia nele. Através da velha casca centenária brotavam folhinhas, directamente sem galhos, tão verdes e brilhantes que era difícil acreditar que tivessem nascido dessa velha árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas é o mesmo carvalho", reconheceu o príncipe Andrei, sentindo-se invadido por um sentimento inexplicável de alegria e rejuvenescimento primaveril. Lembrou-se, repentinamente, dos momentos mais importantes de sua vida: Austerlitz, com um céu alto, o rosto da sua mulher cheio de reprovação, Pierre sobre a balsa e a garotinha comovida com o esplendor da noite...a própria noite, tudo passou, num relance, por seu espírito.&lt;br /&gt;"Não, a vida não está terminada aos trinta e um anos!", decidiu repentina e definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy (1828-1910) - Guerra e Paz (1865-1869)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7558377624253929497?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7558377624253929497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7558377624253929497' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7558377624253929497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7558377624253929497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-carvalho.html' title='O carvalho'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SL8GPg4Ca_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/GyMBl-S9Nt0/s72-c/grande+carvalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2613814775675361397</id><published>2008-09-02T22:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:23:46.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sachertorte</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkZWKSjdASk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkZWKSjdASk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O (muito...) conservador Metternich (1773-1859), gostava de pratos diferentes...Em 1832, para um importante jantar, ordenou à sua cozinha a criação de uma sobremesa especial. "Dass er mir aber keine Schand' macht, heut' Abend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pânico. &lt;br /&gt;O chefe de cozinha estava doente e faltou ao serviço. A tarefa foi entregue a um aprendiz de cozinha no seu segundo ano, Franz Sacher, de 16 anos.&lt;br /&gt;O bolo de chocolate com compota de alperce foi um sucesso. &lt;br /&gt;Houve grande procura para o "bolo do tal de Sacher". &lt;br /&gt;Depois (1876) veio a abertura do Hotel Sacher, do filho de Franz, e as habituais disputas culinárias nos tribunais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilustração: &lt;br /&gt;Michele Apicella - Nanni Moretti (1953) em Bianca (1983).&lt;br /&gt;Não conhece a torta Sacher? &lt;br /&gt;"Continuiamo così, facciamoci del male!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2613814775675361397?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2613814775675361397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2613814775675361397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2613814775675361397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2613814775675361397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sachertorte.html' title='Sachertorte'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-8641927069657363678</id><published>2008-09-01T23:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:58:17.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ideal sueca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vWONJigv5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vWONJigv5A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música favorita dos Abba? Fácil. "Dancing Queen". &lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that... mas não com os Abba.&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre uma primeira vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-8641927069657363678?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/8641927069657363678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=8641927069657363678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8641927069657363678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/8641927069657363678'/><link 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Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3763192243222775341</id><published>2008-08-10T01:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:38:56.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Museu Oriente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SJ48QMj8IWI/AAAAAAAAApw/HD79NdRov_g/s1600-h/museu+oriente+m%C3%A1scaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/SJ48QMj8IWI/AAAAAAAAApw/HD79NdRov_g/s320/museu+oriente+m%C3%A1scaras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232686065998635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente a Fundação Oriente (uma das vinte fundações mais ricas da Europa) arranjou o seu poiso definitivo: o Museu do Oriente, inaugurado há cerca de três meses. Uma casita de cinco andares em Alcântara (Lisboa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where else?&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas décadas de planeamento e 30 milhões de euros depois, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voilá&lt;/span&gt;: algo que seguramente vale a pena visitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do vasto conjunto de peças de arte asiática, destaca-se o reaparecimento, após vários anos, ao que se diz, da colecção &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kwok On&lt;/span&gt;. Trata-se da melhor colecção do mundo de máscaras teatrais asiáticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Pimpaneau, um coleccionador francês, doou à fundação cerca de 10.000 peças. A fundação alargou depois a colecção para 12.000 peças. A dimensão da colecção é apenas sugerida pelo conjunto em exposição: cerca de 650 peças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3763192243222775341?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3763192243222775341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3763192243222775341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3763192243222775341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3763192243222775341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2871390883385534598</id><published>2008-07-12T01:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:50:47.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demócrito ou Heráclito?</title><content type='html'>Ainda a emblemata de Alciato (1492-1550)&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a vida humana.&lt;br /&gt;Demócrito ou Heráclito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demócrito forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mun.ca/alciato/images/l152.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mun.ca/alciato/images/152.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Weep for the troubles of human life now more than usual, Heraclitus: it overflows with many calamities. You, on the other hand, Democritus, laugh even more, if ever you laughed: life has become more ridiculous. Meanwhile, seeing these things, I wonder: how far in the end, Heraclitus, I may weep with you, or how, Democritus, I may joke merrily with you.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2871390883385534598?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2871390883385534598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2871390883385534598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2871390883385534598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2871390883385534598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/01/demcrito-ou-herclito.html' title='Demócrito ou Heráclito?'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-3339205351464955192</id><published>2008-07-12T00:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:03:48.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Rejouissance 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1heHf8e_fP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1heHf8e_fP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Barroco, Handel, o fogo de artifício, uma sierra nevada, la Rejouissance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A designação de Barroco tem origem na palavra portuguesa ... barroco ... que significa: (1)  penedo pequeno e irregular; (2) pérola de forma irregular; (3) escavação natural resultante da erosão causada por chuvas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barro+oco&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra passou a ser utilizada com muita frequência em França,  "baroque", e em Espanha, "barrueco", beuf, principalmente em livros de joalharia, a partir do século XVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terá sido utilizada pela primeira vez para classificar uma obra de arte numa carta anónima em resposta à estreia de "Hippolyte et Aricie" de Rameau, que ocorreu em Paris em Outubro de 1733, na qual o autor considerou que a novidade daquela música era o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baroque&lt;/span&gt;, denotando o uso de melodias e harmonias irregulares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias de hoje a designação de "barroco" aplica-se para classificar um período que se estende, grosso modo, entre 1600 e 1750*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fonte: Casa da Música 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-3339205351464955192?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/3339205351464955192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=3339205351464955192' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3339205351464955192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/3339205351464955192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-rejouissance-2.html' title='La Rejouissance 2'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-779546761146112038</id><published>2008-07-08T00:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:19:41.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Rejouissance 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-65841fb36b16c4b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65841fb36b16c4b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE9EA3CF1D66FE884CD8A9A58A7A6B3E2A28165D.2B0A3FAF4956A12E12A722A084B4E01F689C5792%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65841fb36b16c4b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7SdrLjQ3mr7XrqhYOST-jgzNA9I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="280" height="230" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65841fb36b16c4b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE9EA3CF1D66FE884CD8A9A58A7A6B3E2A28165D.2B0A3FAF4956A12E12A722A084B4E01F689C5792%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65841fb36b16c4b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7SdrLjQ3mr7XrqhYOST-jgzNA9I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A equipa começou bem, mas cedo se percebeu que estava a jogar para o empate. Culpa do treinador. Ainda assim, uma versão alternativa do famoso (depois dos anos 70) Canon de Johann Pachelbel  (1653 – 1706).&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-779546761146112038?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=65841fb36b16c4b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/779546761146112038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=779546761146112038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/779546761146112038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/779546761146112038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-rejouissance-1.html' title='La Rejouissance 1'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-1156228409033424261</id><published>2008-07-03T22:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:47:37.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Classificação</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdIoH9mT_l0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdIoH9mT_l0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse o António, esta semana, em Gotemburgo: há cidades-fêmea e cidades-macho.  Gotemburgo é uma cidade macho. Havana é uma cidade fêmea.&lt;br /&gt;Levemos mais longe o conceito. Porto? Cidade macho. Lisboa? Fêmea, óbvio. Menina e moça. &lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt? Macho. Amsterdão? Fêmea. Bruxelas: Macho. Genebra: Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, São Paulo: Fêmea. Madrid, Barcelona: Macho. Roma, Milão: Fêmea.&lt;br /&gt;Interessante, interessante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-1156228409033424261?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/1156228409033424261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=1156228409033424261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1156228409033424261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/1156228409033424261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db706a13d1b10e881%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D937B06EF3DF68EE546DF5BF88E64D229695C21.7B76DB66ABC4B0797994549EE0296793944ED0C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db706a13d1b10e881%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnFugXAOPoNjR6zn5dImtGY0W3aQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é possível "só gostar" de Paolo Conte (1937).&lt;br /&gt;Gli Impermeabili, live.&lt;br /&gt;Vai Paolo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-5430081638012872484?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b706a13d1b10e881&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/5430081638012872484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=5430081638012872484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5430081638012872484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/5430081638012872484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/06/gli-impermeabili.html' title='Gli Impermeabili'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-7541565440554943793</id><published>2008-06-12T00:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:49:27.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Três Graças 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpO2spFA1aI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DpO2spFA1aI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá Júlia, obrigado pela mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, muitos artistas escolheram o tema das "três graças", como se pode ver neste pequeno filme. Dá para reconhecer? Canova, Rafael, Botticelli, Picasso, Rubens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música do grande compositor Sergey Prokofiev (1891-1953): a segunda das Duas Valsas Pushkin, Op. 120 (excerto).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-7541565440554943793?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/7541565440554943793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=7541565440554943793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7541565440554943793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/7541565440554943793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-trs-graas-2.html' title='As Três Graças 2'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-573701960337486841</id><published>2008-06-03T20:14:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:07:24.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dido e Eneias</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8d771732d51f5ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Dido e Eneias'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-4784666495745880155</id><published>2008-05-23T20:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:38:46.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sospiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6e97e0ae3fadf60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6e97e0ae3fadf60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331683778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39414E39811119C6D872E2FE60A4A375B3987344.6C0D93DD0A66980312F6E1DD045AB2B9B5637795%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6e97e0ae3fadf60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D05vHfsIcEqiN6boNwvqgp2OlKMc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Clein (1977), e a transcrição para violoncelo e orquestra de "Sospiri", de Edward Elgar (1857-1934). Este opus 70 é uma curta peça para orquestra, harpa e órgão.&lt;br /&gt;Importante, tratando-se de Elgar: este &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adagio&lt;/span&gt; foi composto antes do início da primeira guerra mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito do nosso encontro de Amesterdão, na semana passada. Uma despedida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-4784666495745880155?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6e97e0ae3fadf60&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/4784666495745880155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=4784666495745880155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4784666495745880155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/4784666495745880155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/05/sospiri.html' title='Sospiri'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-574825173967769069</id><published>2008-05-23T17:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:02:04.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S'Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLKNWUlAj98&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLKNWUlAj98&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="280" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebremos o amor perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Viva Astaire, Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;Viva Gershwin.&lt;br /&gt;Viva as tabuinhas que aparecem no rio e que nos ajudam a atravessar quando estamos a dançar. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-574825173967769069?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/574825173967769069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=574825173967769069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/574825173967769069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/574825173967769069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/05/swonderful.html' title='S&apos;Wonderful'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105005742567697196.post-2350662824582305860</id><published>2008-05-21T00:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:39:07.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhkOmUlgFwg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhkOmUlgFwg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="230" width="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garden party &lt;/span&gt;tão agradável deste fim-de-semana, passaram todas (mesmo todas) as músicas de há uns anos.&lt;br /&gt;Disco? Born to be alive? Bowie &amp; let's dance?&lt;br /&gt;É curioso recordar, mas no fundo essa não era a "nossa" música.&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar, porque não havia muitas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garden parties&lt;/span&gt;. Depois, porque em alternativa, havia a alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Borland (1957-1999) e os The Sound, 1981&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105005742567697196-2350662824582305860?l=osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/feeds/2350662824582305860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105005742567697196&amp;postID=2350662824582305860' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2350662824582305860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105005742567697196/posts/default/2350662824582305860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osignificadodascoisas.blogspot.com/2008/05/sound.html' title='The Sound'/><author><name>Luis Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03286093071458593507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_di7MwNwzM_c/S6gUpiseSpI/AAAAAAAABD8/XFkEWLe2BYA/S220/avatar+luis3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
