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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-1965329217714241769</id><published>2007-10-14T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:33:14.329Z</updated><title type='text'>A nossa Casinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;A vista do nosso quarto para a rua&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJZ9Q6eWaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hj4tMqmdDK4/s1600-h/DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254635320793506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJZ9Q6eWaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hj4tMqmdDK4/s320/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121255537263925682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJaxw6eWbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kRPii3qkc7Q/s320/DSC02184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso quarto (antes da arrumação!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121258423481948610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJdZw6eWcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c_zfcOokn9c/s320/DSC02160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121258440661817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJdaw6eWdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6Juzx6UlFdo/s320/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121258475021556194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJdcw6eWeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/taCpBdr9FdY/s320/DSC02162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121258487906458098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJddg6eWfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nR_mr4rtxgk/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Quarto de banho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260442116577794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/RxJfPQ6eWgI/AAAAAAAAABE/91u7HzNaaZs/s320/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260455001479698" style="DISPLAY: 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type='text'>Mika Brzezinski of MNSBC rips Paris report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6VdNcCcweL0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6VdNcCcweL0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felizmente ainda há algum bom senso por esse mundo fora...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-594892441431606638?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/594892441431606638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=594892441431606638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/Rob7z4gK0lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qV7Gu-KrCVs/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082026098293396050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 464px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/Rob7z4gK0lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qV7Gu-KrCVs/s320/image.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que se tem vivido em Portugal nos últimos dias é triste e lamentável. Eu nasci após o 25 de Abril de 1974 e não estou disposto a abdicar da minha liberdade de expressão (acho que por esta atitude não serei exonerado de nenhum cargo político - 1º) sou independente, sem qualquer simpatia por partidos políticos; 2º) (felizmente) não trabalho em nenhum cargo de relevância política, não tendo desta forma lamber as botas dos meus superiores;). Viva a &lt;strong&gt;DEMOCRACIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-8546866390072785766?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/8546866390072785766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=8546866390072785766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/8546866390072785766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/8546866390072785766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/07/viva-liberdade-de-expresso.html' title='Viva a Liberdade de Expressão'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY_XvvLJ3JU/Rob7z4gK0lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qV7Gu-KrCVs/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-1629958110434125615</id><published>2007-05-24T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:21:00.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que país é este em que vivemos???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;país&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suposta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;piada&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uns&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insulto&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;outros&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sobre&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;senhor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;primeiro&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ministro&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;capa&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jornais&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tema&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;principais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;noticiários&lt;/span&gt;? Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;país&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;passa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; leis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;estatutos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;partidários&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;assalta&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;liderança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;partido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;fosse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;seu&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;anda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;aí&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;maldizer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;acerca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;partido&lt;/span&gt; com o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;qual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;poucos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;anos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;estabeleceu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;coligação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; alto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;nível&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Este&lt;/span&gt; é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;país&lt;/span&gt; com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;maior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;taxa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;desemprego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;das&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;últimas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;décadas&lt;/span&gt;, com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;viverem&lt;/span&gt; em extrema &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;pobreza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;enquanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;administradores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;empresas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;públicas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;auferem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;salários&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;elevados&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Presidente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;República&lt;/span&gt;. É o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;país&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;chico&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;espertismo&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;país&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;das&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;fugas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;aos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;impostos&lt;/span&gt;, dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;políticos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;escrúpulos,&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;patrões&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;exploradores e empregados desprovidos de profissionalismo&lt;/span&gt;. Este é o país em que vivemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-1629958110434125615?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/1629958110434125615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=1629958110434125615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/1629958110434125615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/1629958110434125615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/05/que-pas-este-em-que-vivemos.html' title='Que país é este em que vivemos???'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-8188370061461534779</id><published>2007-04-18T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:48:35.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pessoal, e tudo a visitar o novo site dos idrigba &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/idrigba"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/idrigba&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-8188370061461534779?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/8188370061461534779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=8188370061461534779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/8188370061461534779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/8188370061461534779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/04/aviso.html' title='Aviso!!!!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-2444729584571802798</id><published>2007-04-01T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:12:55.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Este país é uma vergonha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Nove membros dos gabinetes ministeriais dos governos de Durão Barroso e Santana Lopes ganhavam mais do que o presidente da República, apesar de a lei impedir que a remuneração de um detentor de cargo público exceda 75% do salário do chefe de Estado."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ver mais em &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://jn.sapo.pt/2007/03/31/primeiro_plano/ordenados_chefe_estado_gabinetes_apo.html"&gt;http://jn.sapo.pt/2007/03/31/primeiro_plano/ordenados_chefe_estado_gabinetes_apo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-2444729584571802798?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/2444729584571802798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=2444729584571802798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/2444729584571802798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/2444729584571802798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/04/este-pas-uma-vergonha.html' title='Este país é uma vergonha...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-1858436403256022558</id><published>2007-03-31T01:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:51:51.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LcxZXxlOFx8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LcxZXxlOFx8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-1858436403256022558?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/1858436403256022558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=1858436403256022558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/1858436403256022558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/1858436403256022558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/03/caribe.html' title='Caribe'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-4055542500415379271</id><published>2007-03-26T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:52:36.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grande Portugues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois e, entao parece que Salazar foi escolhido com uma grande margem como o maior portugues no programa da RTP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primeiro uma analise ao programa. Concordo plenamente com as palavras de Mario Soares: "Quem é que pode escolher entre o Mourinho, que é muito simpático, e o Afonso de Albuquerque? Quem é que pode escolher entre o cientista António Damásio e um escritor como Saramago ou Lobo Antunes? Ou entre um pintor e o Pinto da Costa? Eu até me admirei como é que não vinha lá (na lista) o nome da tal senhora... A Carolina Salgado!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O programa e realmente interessante no sentido de dar "alguma" informacao acerca de personalidades portuguesas ao longo dos tempos e que a larga maioria da populacao pouco conhece. Se essa informacao e correcta ou se segue determinados criterios ja nao posso comentar, mas seria de esperar que sim, ja que se trata um canal de televisao de servico publico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim o grande problema e tentar comparar-se pessoas que existiram ha varios seculos atras, e de quem pouco se sabe com pessoas que viveram ou ainda vivem entre nos. Nao ha comparacao possivel. Por outro lado, o impacto das suas obras pode ser muito especifico e por essa razao mais complicado de analisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que e realmente absurdo e fazer uma tempestado num copo de agua com o fenomeno Salazar. Concordo que tendo eu nascido depois do 25 de Abril de 1974, nao tenha sentido na pele os contornos do regime fascista e que o que sei acerca disso foi-me dado a conhecer na escola, livros ou por relatos de familiares. Nao posso e deixar de achar incompreensivel que, vivendo nos num regime supostamente democratico e de liberdade de expressao, as pessoas nao se possam expressar livremente sem criar furor nos nossos "caros deputados". Se Salazar foi escolhido por 41 % dos votantes isso nao significa que 41 % da populacao portuguesa votou no Salazar, ou que 41 % da populacao portuguesa e fascista! Meus caros senhores, isto e apenas um programa de televisao!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-4055542500415379271?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/4055542500415379271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=4055542500415379271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/4055542500415379271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/4055542500415379271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-grande-portugues.html' title='O Grande Portugues'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-3109221428057403628</id><published>2007-02-16T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:38:52.934Z</updated><title type='text'>O referendo e os "testiculos" dos Portugueses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comeco a minha exposixao com a definicao de &lt;em&gt;democracia&lt;/em&gt;, pela Porto Editora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"sistema político fundamentado no&lt;strong&gt; princípio de que a autoridade emana do povo&lt;/strong&gt; (conjunto de cidadãos) e é exercida por ele ao investir o poder soberano através de eleições periódicas livres, e no princípio da distribuição equitativa do poder; país em que existe um governo democrático; governo da maioria; &lt;strong&gt;sociedade que garante a liberdade de associação e de expressão&lt;/strong&gt; e na qual não existem distinções ou privilégios de classe hereditários ou arbitrários"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora leia-se um excerto das declaracoes do Sr. Joao Jardim relativamente ao referendo da semana passada:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Parece que, em Portugal, &lt;strong&gt;não há testículos&lt;/strong&gt; para se dizer que o referendo acabou por ser um fracasso do regime político, o referendo não é vinculativo, não tem qualquer valor jurídico", opinou João Jardim no regresso de Bruxelas. Como, na sua opinião, o resultado do referendo não tem valor jurídico, "a iniciativa que tiver a Assembleia da República é susceptível de ser impugnada por inconstitucional"."&lt;strong&gt;Eu, se entender que a Assembleia da República está a fazer uma lei que atenta contra as normas da Constituição que defendem o valor da vida, vou levantar a inconstitucionalidade&lt;/strong&gt;", concluiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Independentemente da opiniao que cada um tera acerca do aborto, os resultados das ultimas eleicoes podem ser traduzidos em duas ideias muito gerais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1)  Como nos referendos realizados anteriormente, a abstencao em Portugal foi elevada o que traduz uma notoria indiferenca dos eleitores para com os problemas que afectam a sociedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) O SIM ganhou.  Pode nao ser vinculativo, mas o povo sabia de antemao que o governo de Socrates iria legislar de acordo com os resultados. E nao deixa de ser uma "vitoria moral".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao deviamos estar para aqui a discutir o que e vinculativo e o que nao e. O facto de o SIM ter ganho obriga &lt;strong&gt;NIGUEM&lt;/strong&gt; a fazer abortos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S.: Ah, e nao ha razoes para celebrar. Qualquer que fosse o resultado do referendo a mulher que faz o aborto, legal ou e ilegal, e o proprio ser dentro de si, saem sempre a perder. Perdem-se vidas, e ganham-se experiencias que certamente deixarao marcas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-3109221428057403628?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/3109221428057403628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=3109221428057403628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3109221428057403628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3109221428057403628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-referendo-e-os-testiculos-dos.html' title='O referendo e os &quot;testiculos&quot; dos Portugueses'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-3484680662902506802</id><published>2007-01-06T15:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:10:58.079Z</updated><title type='text'>Idrigba-Mamacita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pvUnwPavsXI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pvUnwPavsXI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 de Janeiro de 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-3484680662902506802?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/3484680662902506802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=3484680662902506802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3484680662902506802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3484680662902506802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2007/01/idrigba-mamacita.html' title='Idrigba-Mamacita'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-2252771820006085956</id><published>2007-01-06T15:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:10:08.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Idrigba - 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João de Ponte. O assalto, segundo informações fornecidas pela GNR de Guimarães, aconteceu às 22.50 horas, quando no posto, situado face à Estrada Nacional 101 (situada à direita no sentido Guimarães-Braga), se encontrava apenas um funcionário. O Pai Natal chegou a pé e fugiu a pé, com a maior das tranquilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt; Faltavam poucos minutos para as 23 horas quando tudo aconteceu. A noite estava fria e com pouco movimento na estrada que liga Guimarães a Braga. Já só faltavam cinco dias para o Natal e, por isso, no posto de abastecimento da Repsol, em S. João de Ponte, a meio caminho das Caldas das Taipas e de Guimarães, o funcionário de serviço não estranhou quando viu, na sua frente, um Pai Natal. Mais um brincalhão, terá pensado durante breves segundos, o tempo que demorou até que o velhinho de barbas brancas e roupa vermelha empunhasse uma pistola e lha apontasse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt; Um funcionário da Repsol disse ao JN que o colega "nunca imaginou que pudesse tratar-se de um assalto" e terá mesmo ficado "traumatizado" quando foi confrontado com a arma de fogo.Segundo informações recolhidas pelo JN, o assaltante chegou a pé, sozinho, e fugiu igualmente a pé, depois de consumado o assalto. "Devia ter algum carro nas imediações", admite fonte policial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial_11_preto"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JN,&lt;/span&gt; 21 de Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-7531940960911974987?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/7531940960911974987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=7531940960911974987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/7531940960911974987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/7531940960911974987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/afinal-o-pai-natal-porta-se-mal.html' title='Afinal o Pai natal porta-se mal...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-7695278919370433922</id><published>2006-12-20T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:26:36.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Um país de preconceitos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda há pessoas importantes e com responsabilidade social a dar este tipo pareceres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;aux&gt;A Associação Sindical de Juízes considera que não pode haver crime de violência doméstica quando o casal é composto por duas pessoas do mesmo sexo.&lt;/aux&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Pedro Albergaria, um dos autores do parecer, citado hoje pelo "Diário de Notícias", diz que não estando previsto no Código Civil o casamento de pessoas do mesmo sexo, não se pode estabelecer no Código Penal que a violência entre casais homossexuais constitua um crime específico dos relacionamentos conjugais ou paraconjugais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com este juiz também "não está minimamente demonstrado que estas situações (de violência) existem" sendo que o legislador deve legislar sobre o que geralmente acontece e não sobre o que pode acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parecer da Associação, os juízes consideram mesmo que "a protecção da família enquanto composta por cônjuges do mesmo sexo tem um notório - e apenas esse - valor de bandeira ideológica, uma função, por assim dizer, promocional".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coordenador da Unidade de Missão para a Reforma do Código Penal, Rui Pereira, discorda do parecer da Associação Sindical de Juízes e lembra que "há pessoas do mesmo sexo a viver em união de facto", situação que a lei já prevê. Algo que Pedro Albergaria confessa não ter tido em conta no seu parecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se há violência nessa relação, a tutela jurídica não pode fechar os olhos", adianta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Além disso, o crime em causa envolve violência física e psíquica, e não é necessariamente o mais forte fisicamente que maltrata o outro. Aliás, por esse ponto de vista nenhum homem poderia apresentar queixa por levar pancada de outro homem em qualquer circunstância, ou uma mulher por ser agredida por outra mulher", esclarece ainda Rui Pereira."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jornal&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Público&lt;/span&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/10723580-7695278919370433922?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/7695278919370433922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=7695278919370433922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/7695278919370433922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/7695278919370433922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-pas-de-preconceitos.html' title='Um país de preconceitos...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-8553771403097752794</id><published>2006-12-18T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:49:35.840Z</updated><title type='text'>A vergonha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em pouco mais de 2 décadas de existência nunca sentira tanta vergonha e repúdio em ser  português como em Março de 2003 quando Durão Barroso apoiou em nome de Portugal, mas à revelia do povo português, a estratégia de invasão dos EUA e de Inglaterra ao Iraque. Aqui ficam algumas palavras publicadas pela revista Visão a 14 de Março de 2003:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adiada a votação da proposta norte-americana para um nova resolução, que daria luz verde à guerra, e que conta com o apoio britânico e espanhol, o Presidente George W. Bush marcou para este fim-de-semana uma cimeira com os seus aliados. O local escolhido foi os Açores e o primeiro-ministro português, Durão Barroso, também vai estar presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="def_cptxt_text"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fontes da Administração Bush adiantaram à Associated Press que em cima da mesa estarão as possíveis estratégias para conseguir fazer passar no Conselho de Segurança da ONU a polémica resolução e ainda os cenários de um Iraque sem Saddam Hussein, no pós-guerra.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Segundo o porta-voz da Casa Branca, Ari Fleischer, o Presidente norte-americano apanha um avião para Portugal no domingo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bush já tinha feito saber que, sem o apoio das Nações Unidas, a sua intenção era a de formar uma coligação com os seus aliados mais próximos. As mesmas fontes da Casa Branca incluem neste lote os britânicos e os espanhóis. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gorados os esforços diplomáticos norte-americanos para conseguir, pelo menos, nove votos favoráveis dos países membros do Conselho de Segurança da ONU, Bush terá dado luz verde aos seus colaboradores para marcarem a cimeira com a Grã-Bretanha e a Espanha. Tony Blair concordou de imediato com a reunião, o mesmo acontecendo com Aznar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Como é sabido, além de apoiar uma acção unilateral dos Estados Unidos no Iraque, Portugal coopera ainda com o seu aliado norte-americano através da concessão da Base das Lajes, na ilha Terceira, Açores. A notícia da realização da cimeira nas ilhas portuguesas terá sido, com certeza, recebida com agrado por Durão Barroso, tão contestado nos últimos tempos pelo apoio incondicional que manifestou em relação aos Estados Unidos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Contra grande parte da opinião pública e o próprio Presidente da República (que defende o esgotamento da via pacífica para a crise iraquiana), o primeiro-ministro veio a público afirmar que os aliados de Portugal são os norte-americanos e não os iraquianos, pelo que, caso os EUA decidam avançar sem o apoio da ONU para a guerra, o nosso País estará a seu lado. Já anteriormente, Durão Barroso assinara uma carta, com mais sete líderes europeus, de apoio à política norte-americana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Esta posição tem valido fortes críticas ao primeiro-ministro, que agora vê os seus esforços compensados com a realização de uma cimeira – que muitos já crêem decisiva – em território nacional e com a sua presença."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visão, 14 de Março de 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-8553771403097752794?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/8553771403097752794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=8553771403097752794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/8553771403097752794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/8553771403097752794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/vergonha.html' title='A vergonha'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-3568721743848735820</id><published>2006-12-17T17:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:31:32.242Z</updated><title type='text'>miles davis and john coltrane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BJlJQ-BnjGU' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BJlJQ-BnjGU'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-3568721743848735820?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/3568721743848735820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=3568721743848735820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3568721743848735820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3568721743848735820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/miles-davis-and-john-coltrane.html' title='miles davis and john coltrane'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-7017504102091123485</id><published>2006-12-17T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:21:04.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Lopes-Graça</title><content type='html'>Foi há 100 anos que este compositor português nasceu. 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Acho que agora a questão que se põem é: quantos golos é que o Helton vai ter de "enfardar" durante os 180 minutos de jogo?&lt;br /&gt;As probabilidades não jogam a favor dos portistas, mas pode ser... nunca se sabe. Mas ainda assim prefiro o Chelsea ao Manchester. Em Fevereiro depois vê-se...&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/10723580-3603974294790050583?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/3603974294790050583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=3603974294790050583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3603974294790050583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3603974294790050583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/j-fomos-co-15.html' title='Já fomos co&apos; 15...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-363354435571660650</id><published>2006-12-12T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:47:11.010Z</updated><title type='text'>A Corrupção: Pesadelo ou Realidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje de manhã bem cedo, quando me dirigia para o Porto e vinha a ouvir as notícias na rádio, deparei-me com uma certa inquietação: será que de repente em Portugal toda a gente é corrupta ou só agora é que a justiça começou a levantar o "tapete para ver o lixo que para lá tinha sido varrido"? Qualquer das hipóteses deixa-me ainda mais receoso.&lt;br /&gt;Como é que voltaremos a ter confiança em entidades, que apesar de nem sempre funcionarem de forma perfeita, eram as que eu considerava intocáveis, no que diz respeito à integridade e coerência? Corrupção e tráfico de influências em política são já bem conhecidos do grande público, e até encarados com uma certa normalidade. Lembro-me dos casos de Felgueiras e Gondomar ou da gestão danosa levada a cabo pela administração do porto de Sines.&lt;br /&gt;Outro exemplo é o futebol. Sou portista, mas não sou fanático nem burro. Para mim  é muito difícil  não associar um dirigente desportivo a conceitos como "malandro" ou "ladrão". Basta ver os exemplos que todos os dias nos surgem na televisão. O processo do Apito Dourado  está  a revelar alguns podres do futebol português. Infelizmente, não são apenas os dirigentes do Porto ou do Boavista. Vemos casos que também envolvem membros da direcção benfiquista ou da Académica.&lt;br /&gt;É claro que os mais acérrimos podem dizer "inocente até prova em contrário". O problema é que as provas já começam a ser muitas e sentenças não existem, os processos acabam por ser arquivados. E isto deixa-me ainda mais melindrado pois só quer dizer que os tentáculos da influência e do poder chegam aos órgãos de justiça, e aí o caso fica mal parado: uma democracia sem entidades capazes de regularem os valores que sustentam uma sociedade passa a ser uma anarquia ou uma selva. Mas isto só deve querer dizer progresso, não é? Basta olhar para o que se passa nos EUA actualmente e fica-se a perceber como se ganham eleições com votos inexistentes ou se consegue tornar uma guerra no Iraque baseada em interesses muito próprios de certas companhias e empresas num combate ao terrorismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Já agora, em relação ao processo do Apito Dourado e à Sra. Carolina Salgado aqui vai um pequeno comentário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cultura neste país deve estar mesmo mal quando qualquer pessoa sem conhecimentos literários,  sentido de criatividade ou arte escreve um livro (eu já desconfiava disso depois dos senhores Santana Lopes e Manuel Maria Carrilho também terem publicado). Acho é uma piada a senhorita querer o estatuto de "arrependida" para testemunhar contra o Pinto da Costa. Calculo que esteja muito arrependida de ter mandado os brutamontes (a mando do "Jorge Nuno", claro!)  partirem a cara ao ex-vereador da câmara de Gondomar. Haja paciência!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/10723580-363354435571660650?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/363354435571660650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=363354435571660650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/363354435571660650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/363354435571660650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/corrupo-pesadelo-ou-realidade.html' title='A Corrupção: Pesadelo ou Realidade?'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-3185610296939900014</id><published>2006-12-11T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:21:01.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Virou Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;          &lt;pre&gt;Procurem esta musica no cd do Lenine "in cité":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cadê a esfinge de pedra que ficava ali&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia, virou areia&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a floresta que o mar já avistou dali&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia, vioru areia&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a mulher que esperava o pescador&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o castelo onde um dia já dormiu um rei&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia, vioru areia&lt;br /&gt;E o livro que o dedo de Deus deixou escrita a lei&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia, vioru areia&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o sudário do salvador&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areia, a lua batendo no chão do terreiro&lt;br /&gt;Areia, o barro batido subindo no ar&lt;br /&gt;Areia, o menino sentado na beira da praia&lt;br /&gt;Areia, fazendo com a mão castelo no mar&lt;br /&gt;E a onda que se ergueu e que passou&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu no mar e na terra se acabou&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a voz que encantava multidão, cadê&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia, vioru areia&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o passado o presente a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia, vioru areia&lt;br /&gt;Cadê a muralha do imperador&lt;br /&gt;Virou areia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lenine/bráulio Tavares&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-3185610296939900014?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/3185610296939900014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=3185610296939900014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3185610296939900014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/3185610296939900014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/12/virou-areia.html' title='Virou Areia'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-116185879413816851</id><published>2006-10-26T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:33:14.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A melhor piada dos ultimos 5 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"President George Bush yesterday tried to rekindle America's faith in his strategy for Iraq, admitting he was dissatisfied with the worsening violence, but insisting the US would make the tactical changes that would lead to victory"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Guardian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-116185879413816851?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/116185879413816851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=116185879413816851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/116185879413816851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/116185879413816851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/10/melhor-piada-dos-ultimos-5-anos.html' title='A melhor piada dos ultimos 5 anos'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-116150864007193077</id><published>2006-10-22T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:17:20.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta esta demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Porque é que acha que o presidente do Benfica ainda é sócio e paga as cotas?&lt;/strong&gt; Têm que lhe perguntar a ele. O Veiga foi expulso porque deixou de pagar. Este paga! Quando deixar de pagar é expulso como qualquer caloteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disse também que havia gente que estava a mais no futebol. Sente-se atingido?&lt;/strong&gt; Não faço ideia se era para mim porque não lhe reconheço capacidade para dizer quem é que está mais ou a menos. Sou presidente do FC Porto enquanto quiser e os sócios quiserem. Hoje li uma coisa extraordinária em que o mãozinhas - chamamos assim ao Fernando Seara, sem ofensa, porque ele está sempre a gesticular - disse que o Benfica era o único clube democrático porque tinha eleições e que nos outros só havia um candidato. Eu não sei quem são os outros candidatos, será o sujeito da Suécia que nem assinaturas tinha? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinto da Costa ao jornal "O Jogo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-116150864007193077?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/116150864007193077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=116150864007193077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/116150864007193077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/116150864007193077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/10/esta-esta-demais.html' title='Esta esta demais'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-116056246061528400</id><published>2006-10-11T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:27:40.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fases do ensino em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apresento aqui um email interessante que me enviaram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Fases do ensino em Portugal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1ª fase (antes de 1974):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O aluno ao matricular-se ficava automaticamente chumbado. Teria de provar o contrário ao professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2ª fase (até 1992):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O aluno ao matricular-se arriscava-se a passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3ª fase (actual):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O aluno ao matricular-se já transitou automaticamente de ano, salvo casos  muito excepcionais e devidamente documentados pelo professor, que terá de  incluir no processo, obrigatoriamente um "curriculum vitae" extremamente  detalhado do aluno e nalguns casos da própria família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; 4ª fase ( em vigor a partir de 2007):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; O professor está proibido de chumbar o aluno; nesta fase quem é avaliado é o próprio professor, pelo aluno e respectiva família, correndo o risco quase certo de chumbar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Apetece acrescentar uma 5ª fase:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Os alunos que saibam escrever o seu nome sem erros, nem precisam matricular-se. Têm acesso directo ao Conselho de Ministros como consultores privados do 1º Ministro, equiparados a Chefe de Gabinete, com direito a subsídio de almoço e de transporte."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-116056246061528400?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/116056246061528400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=116056246061528400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/116056246061528400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/116056246061528400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/10/fases-do-ensino-em-portugal.html' title='Fases do ensino em Portugal'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115806244486289541</id><published>2006-09-12T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:00:44.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola a todos</title><content type='html'>Pois e caros,&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta a terrinha dos bifes. O tempo nem tem estado mau, por isso nao me posso queixar (ainda). Espero que esteja tudo bem por Portugal, Polonia (Rui) e Holanda (Gustavo). Um grande abraco para todos, espero ver-vos novamente em finais de Outubro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115806244486289541?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115806244486289541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115806244486289541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115806244486289541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115806244486289541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/09/ola-todos.html' title='Ola a todos'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115391056101635045</id><published>2006-07-26T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:42:41.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apontamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/189_wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/189_wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu pela escada excessivamente abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu das mãos da criada descuidada.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu, fez-se em mais pedaços do que havia loiça no vaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asneira? Impossível? Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais sensações do que tinha quando me sentia eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um espalhamento de cacos sobre um capacho por sacudir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz barulho na queda como um vaso que se partia.&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses que há debruçam-se do parapeito da escada.&lt;br /&gt;E fitam os cacos que a criada deles fez de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se zanguem com ela.&lt;br /&gt;São tolerantes com ela.&lt;br /&gt;O que era eu um vaso vazio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham os cacos absurdamente conscientes,&lt;br /&gt;Mas conscientes de si mesmos, não conscientes deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham e sorriem.&lt;br /&gt;Sorriem tolerantes à criada involuntária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alastra a grande escadaria atapetada de estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Um caco brilha, virado do exterior lustroso, entre os astros.&lt;br /&gt;A minha obra? A minha alma principal? A minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;Um caco.&lt;br /&gt;E os deuses olham-o especialmente, pois não sabem por que ficou ali."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Álvaro de Campos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115391056101635045?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115391056101635045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115391056101635045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115391056101635045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115391056101635045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/07/apontamento.html' title='Apontamento'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115313374469873821</id><published>2006-07-17T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:06:12.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É mais além...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/Kilimanjaro_PIA03355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/Kilimanjaro_PIA03355.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Kilimanjaro - imagem da Nasa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; "A leste das montanhas da nação Cherokee&lt;br /&gt;Um índio na motocicleta cruza o deserto&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe o cemitério onde dorme o pai,               &lt;br /&gt;Mas ele sabe que seu pai não está ali,&lt;br /&gt;É mais além&lt;br /&gt;(Mais além)&lt;br /&gt;A linha que separa&lt;br /&gt;O mar do céu de chumbo&lt;br /&gt;A gaivota caça o peixe radioativo&lt;br /&gt;O náufrago retém a última miragem&lt;br /&gt;E morre como se continuasse vivo&lt;br /&gt;É mais, é mais além&lt;br /&gt;(Mais além)&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de exagero, não é nada demais&lt;br /&gt;Um olho nas estrelas, outro olho aqui&lt;br /&gt;O astrônomo lunático&lt;br /&gt;Brincando com o sol&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que a distância&lt;br /&gt;É mais do que um cálculo&lt;br /&gt;É mais, é mais, é mais além&lt;br /&gt;(Mais além)&lt;br /&gt;A lua metafísica na poça de lama,&lt;br /&gt;Ponteiros que disparam&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário das horas&lt;br /&gt;Hora de saber o que mudou em você,&lt;br /&gt;Que olha no espelho e não vê ninguém&lt;br /&gt;É mais, é mais, é mais, é mais além&lt;br /&gt;(Mais além)&lt;br /&gt;O homem sobre a areia como era no início&lt;br /&gt;Roçando duas pedras, uma em cada mão&lt;br /&gt;Descobre a fagulha&lt;br /&gt;Que incendeia o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;E imaginou que havia inventado Deus&lt;br /&gt;É mais, é mais, é mais, é mais, é mais além&lt;br /&gt;(Mais além)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="cmp"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lenine&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/10723580-115313374469873821?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115313374469873821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115313374469873821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115313374469873821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115313374469873821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/07/mais-alm.html' title='É mais além...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115227139118102254</id><published>2006-07-07T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:24:18.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/portugal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/portugal.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdemos, mas caimos de pe. Como adepto queria que Portugal fosse campeao do mundo. Racionalmente, e excluindo eventuais pressoes fora das quatro linhas, acho que ja fizemos muito mais do que o possivel. Apesar de estarmos nas meias-finais por merito proprio, esta fase da competicao ja nao e para nos. Talvez o fosse para paises como o Brasil, com 180 milhoes de habitantes que tem ao seu dispor centenas de jogadores de top, ou a Franca que ainda tira frutos das suas antigas colonias em Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro que quando se perde ha sempre algo ou alguem a quem culpar, mas a verdade e que neste caso nao ha culpados. Os franceses ganharam e ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha que dar os parabens aos jogadores franceses e aceitar a derrota como aceitamos a vitoria. Quanto ao treinador frances que nos dirigiu as palavras "ja vos fodi mais uma vez" no final do jogo, so tenho a dizer que estas palavras palavras vem de um senhor que selecciona jogadores baseado na astrologia, de acordo com os seus nomes e datas de nascimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro Domenech, se leres este blog, aconselho-te a nao apareceres por Portugal tao cedo. E que apesar de sermos um povo acolhedor nao gostamos de pessoas sem caracter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115227139118102254?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115227139118102254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115227139118102254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115227139118102254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115227139118102254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/07/viva-portugal.html' title='Viva Portugal'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115208603865403123</id><published>2006-07-05T08:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:53:58.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal - França</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/futebol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/futebol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Selecção do nosso coração, despacha lá os franciús como puderes, para que seja por intermédio dos portugueses que a Itália se sagra vice-campeã do mundo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115208603865403123?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115208603865403123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115208603865403123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115208603865403123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115208603865403123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/07/portugal-frana.html' title='Portugal - França'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115191815235449129</id><published>2006-07-03T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:55:38.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bifes filhos de um ca...tano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/wayne%20rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/wayne%20rooney.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Após a brilhante e mui sofrida vitória frente aos nossos "caros" ingleses, o "fair-play" dos nossos antigos aliados veio ao de cima no seu melhor!...&lt;br /&gt;É um facto que a equipa inglesa bateu-se muito bem, e acho até que estiveram melhor do que nós durante os 120 minutos, valendo-nos a calma e concentração do Ricardo na hora dos penalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é mesmo "dor de côto" dizerem que o Cristiano Ronaldo não devia ter falado com o árbitro por causa da agressão do Rooney ao Ricardo Carvalho, porque eles são companheiros no Manchester United, e que isso não é de um colega leal!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, o árbitro não deu ordem de expulsão porque o nosso "menino" lhe pediu. Segundo, se os ingleses prezam tanto a lealdade, porque é que John Terry, Joe Cole ou Lampard não foram por sua vez ter com o árbitro dizer que o Rooney, que é de uma equipa inglesa rival, agrediu o seu companheiro português do Chelsea? Haja paciência! Se há equipa arrogante, que apenas olha para o seu umbigo, que vive de notícias sensacionalistas e que pensa sempre que são os melhores do mundo é sem sombra de dúvidas a inglesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caros ingleses, se ainda quiserem falar em lealdade e companheirismo revejam as imagens televisivas de Paulo Ferreira a confortar John Terry pela derrota sofrida. Viva ao fair-play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(imagem recolhida do site &lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;www.opdebeeck.com)&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/10723580-115191815235449129?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115191815235449129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115191815235449129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115191815235449129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115191815235449129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/07/bifes-filhos-de-um-catano.html' title='Bifes filhos de um ca...tano!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115161013853951348</id><published>2006-06-29T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:42:18.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tou velho!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só nos apercebemos que os anos começam a passar por nós è velocidade da luz quando contactámos com os mais novos. Pois bem, hoje levei uma coça a jogar Pro Evolution Soccer 4 com um miúdo de 6 anos. Nada de anormal, até porque não sou grande espingarda no que diz respeito à informática. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que me deixou siderado foi a resposta desse miúdo à minha pergunta "o que queres ser quando fores grande?". "Paleontólogo" disse-me ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Paleontólogo"? Mas estes putos andam a aprender o quê? No meu tempo eu só conhecia (de ouvir falar, claro!) o Spectrum, aquele maquinão que nos prendia ao ecrã do televisor. O nosso sonho era ser astronauta, bombeiro, jogador de futebol. Quando muito médico. Agora "Paleontólogo"? Estes miúdos andam mesmo apanhados do clima. Das duas uma: ou os miúdos de hoje não têm infância, ou estou mesmo a ficar velho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Estou velho!&lt;br /&gt;dói-me o joelho&lt;br /&gt;dói-me parte do antebraço&lt;br /&gt;dói-me a parte interna&lt;br /&gt;de uma perna&lt;br /&gt;e parte amiga&lt;br /&gt;da barriga&lt;br /&gt;que fadiga&lt;br /&gt;o que é que eu faço?&lt;br /&gt;escolho o baço ou o almoço?&lt;br /&gt;vira o osso&lt;br /&gt;dói o pescoço&lt;br /&gt;é do excesso&lt;br /&gt;do ex-sexo&lt;br /&gt;alvoroço&lt;br /&gt;perco o viço&lt;br /&gt;já soluço&lt;br /&gt;já sobroço&lt;br /&gt;esmiúço&lt;br /&gt;os meus sintomas&lt;br /&gt;e já agora, do meu médico&lt;br /&gt;os diplomas&lt;br /&gt;esmiúço&lt;br /&gt;a consciência&lt;br /&gt;e já agora, apresento a penitência&lt;br /&gt;Ah que estou arrependido&lt;br /&gt;de ter feito e de ter tido&lt;br /&gt;ai coração, ora seja&lt;br /&gt;como a que ouvi na igreja&lt;br /&gt;Mea culpa, mea culpa&lt;br /&gt;minha máxima desculpa&lt;br /&gt;é ter vindo p'ro presente&lt;br /&gt;conservado em aguardente&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser p'ra sempre jovem&lt;br /&gt;as minhas células movem&lt;br /&gt;uma campanha eficaz&lt;br /&gt;água benta e água-raz&lt;br /&gt;O elixir da eterna juventude&lt;br /&gt;esse que quer que tudo mude&lt;br /&gt;p'ra que tudo fique igual&lt;br /&gt;estava marado&lt;br /&gt;falsificado&lt;br /&gt;é desleal!&lt;br /&gt;Vou implorar aos apóstolos&lt;br /&gt;mas é pior, que desgosto-os&lt;br /&gt;com tanto pecado junto&lt;br /&gt;não lhes pega nem o unto&lt;br /&gt;Vou recorrer aos meus santos&lt;br /&gt;esses, ao menos, são tantos&lt;br /&gt;que há-de haver um que me acuda&lt;br /&gt;senão ainda tenho o Buda&lt;br /&gt;Maomé vai à montanha&lt;br /&gt;o papa, ninguém o apanha&lt;br /&gt;na Rússia, o rato rói a rolha&lt;br /&gt;venha o diabo e escolha&lt;br /&gt;O elixir da eterna juventude&lt;br /&gt;esse que quer que tudo mude&lt;br /&gt;p'ra que tudo fique igual&lt;br /&gt;estava marado&lt;br /&gt;falsificado&lt;br /&gt;é desleal!&lt;br /&gt;Misticismo agora à parte&lt;br /&gt;envelhecer é uma arte&lt;br /&gt;"arte-nova", "arte-final"&lt;br /&gt;numa luta desigual&lt;br /&gt;Só me vou pôr de joelhos&lt;br /&gt;ante o mais velho dos velhos&lt;br /&gt;e perguntar-lhes o segredo&lt;br /&gt;de p'ra ele inda ser cedo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o espelho me mira&lt;br /&gt;já nem o chapéu me tira&lt;br /&gt;deito-lhe a língua de for a&lt;br /&gt;pisco o olho e vou-me embora&lt;br /&gt;O elixir da eterna juventude&lt;br /&gt;esse que quer que tudo mude&lt;br /&gt;p'ra que tudo fique igual&lt;br /&gt;estava marado&lt;br /&gt;falsificado&lt;br /&gt;é desleal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sérgio Godinho, &lt;em&gt;O ELIXIR DA ETERNA JUVENTUDE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://cla.no.sapo.pt/letras04.htm#inicio"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115161013853951348?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115161013853951348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115161013853951348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115161013853951348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115161013853951348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/06/tou-velho.html' title='Tou velho!...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115144773748728087</id><published>2006-06-27T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:35:37.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilhermina Suggia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/DSC02336%20a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/DSC02336%20a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje 121 anos que nasceu Guilhermina Suggia, uma das maiores vioncelistas de todos os tempos. Ainda por cima era portuguesa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115144773748728087?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115144773748728087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115144773748728087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115144773748728087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115144773748728087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/06/guilhermina-suggia.html' title='Guilhermina Suggia'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115140882270071083</id><published>2006-06-27T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:42:33.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdadeira verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/images.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/images.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Adeus - disse a raposa. - vou-te contar o tal segredo. É muito simples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos...Foi o tempo que tu perdeste com a tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante.- Os homens já se esqueceram desta verdade - disse a raposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mas tu não te deves esquecer dela. Ficas responsável para todo o sempre por aquilo que está preso a ti. Tu és responsável pela tua rosa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antoine De Saint-Exupery, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Princepezinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115140882270071083?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115140882270071083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115140882270071083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115140882270071083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115140882270071083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/06/verdadeira-verdade.html' title='A verdadeira verdade...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115091221177900406</id><published>2006-06-21T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:50:11.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;"Tentai apreender a vossa consciência e sondai-a. Vereis que está vazia, só encontrareis nela o futuro. Nem sequer falo dos vossos projectos e expectativas: mas o próprio gesto que surpreendeis de passagem só tem sentido para vós se projectardes a sua realização final para fora dele, fora de vós, no ainda-não. Mesmo esta taça cujo fundo não se vê - que se poderia ver, que está no fim de um movimento que ainda não se fez -, esta folha branca cujo reverso está escondido (mas poderia virar-se a folha) e todos os objectos estáveis e sólidos que nos rodeiam ostentam as suas qualidades mais imediatas, mais densas, no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O homem não é de modo nenhum a soma do que tem, mas a totalidade do que não tem ainda, do que poderia ter.&lt;/span&gt; E, se nos banhamos assim no futuro, não ficará atenuada a brutalidade informe do presente? O acontecimento não nos assalta como um ladrão, visto que é, por natureza, um Tendo-sido-Futuro. E, para explicar o próprio passado, não será a primeira tarefa do historiador procurar o futuro? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre, in 'Situações I'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115091221177900406?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115091221177900406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115091221177900406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115091221177900406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115091221177900406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflexes.html' title='Reflexões'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-115063029091827887</id><published>2006-06-18T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:31:30.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo"</title><content type='html'>"Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter acordado ainda mais cedo&lt;br /&gt;E não ter nada que quisesse fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia que caminho tomar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o vento soprava forte, varria para um lado,&lt;br /&gt;E segui o caminho para onde o vento me soprava nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim tem sido sempre a minha vida, e&lt;br /&gt;Assim quero que possa ser sempre --&lt;br /&gt;Vou onde o vento me leva e não me&lt;br /&gt;Sinto pensar."                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No mundo em que hoje vivemos é só correrias, tudo é planeado e não temos tempo para "nada" (entenda-se, para o que valha a pena).  Um sorriso a quem necessita ou um beijo a quem não se conheça é "pura estupidez"... Já não se vive no inesperado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-115063029091827887?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/115063029091827887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=115063029091827887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115063029091827887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/115063029091827887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoje-de-manh-sa-muito-cedo.html' title='&quot;Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo&quot;'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114915925157187349</id><published>2006-06-01T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:54:11.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Idrigba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/DSC03232%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/DSC03232%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem eu e os meus caros colegas (faltava o Fred, ja agora grande abraco para ele) estivemos reunidos, algo que ja nao acontecia ha tempo demais. Revivi todos aqueles momentos passados com um sentimentalismo profundo. Nao houve uma vez em que nao me tivesse sentido bem a partilhar experiencias, impressoes e ideias e, obviamente, a fazer musica. Foi e e assim que compomos musica e que a mantemos viva, tal como a nos mesmos. Se me pedissem para nos descrever, diria que somos sem duvida um grupo bastante heterogeneo no que diz respeito a experiencias de vida, mas com uma filosofia comum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;criar arte e ter prazer nisso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O meu muito obrigado caros, e que o nosso futuro se continue a cruzar de forma tao rica e produtiva como os nossos passado e presente.&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/10723580-114915925157187349?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114915925157187349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114915925157187349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114915925157187349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114915925157187349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/06/idrigba.html' title='Idrigba'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114855510261436388</id><published>2006-05-25T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:05:02.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reformados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma das notícias  do JN de hoje  indica que o número  de reformados com pensões  milionárias  aumentaram  126% (!)  nos últimos  6 meses.  Isso quer dizer que há muitos políticos que estão a oficializar o seu estatuto de "não fazer nenhum e limpar o dinheiro  (que supostamente não existe) dos cofres do Estado" (isto é, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&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/10723580-114855510261436388?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114855510261436388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114855510261436388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114855510261436388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114855510261436388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/05/reformados.html' title='Reformados'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114847416090297551</id><published>2006-05-24T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:36:00.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;Aqui esta um texto escrito por amigo meu de Leicester que subscrevo totalmente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;"Dear Wife, Partner, Girlfriend &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 1.      From 9 June to 9 July 2006, you should read the sports &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; receiving any attention. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 2.      During the World Cup, the television is mine, at all times, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse of the remote &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; control, you will lose it (your eye). &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 3.      If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; don't mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; distracting me. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 4.      During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of your &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell on the floor....It won't &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; happen. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 5.      It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; during the day. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 6.      Please, please, please!! If you see me upset because one of &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it ' s only a game", or &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; "don't worry, they'll win next time". If you say these things, you &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; never ever know more about football than me and your so called "words &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 7.      You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; only if the halftime score is leasing me. In addition, please note I &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; am saying "one" game; hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; excuse to "spend time together". &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 8.      The replays of the goals are very important. I don't care if &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; I have seen them or I haven't seen them, I want to see them again. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; Many times. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 9.      Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because: &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; a.      I will not go &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; b.      I will not go, and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; c.      I will not go. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 10.     But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; to watch a game, we will be there in a flash. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 11.     The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; as important as the games themselves. Do not even think about saying &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; "but you have already seen this...why don't you change the channel to &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; something we can all watch?" because, the reply will be, "Refer to &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; Rule #2 of this list". &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; 12.     And finally, please save your expressions such as "Thank God &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; the World Cup is only every 4 years". I am immune to these words, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; because after this comes the Champions League, Italian League, Spanish &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; League, Premier League, FA Cup, etc. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &gt; Thank you for your cooperation and understanding. "&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E MAI NADA!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114847416090297551?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114847416090297551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114847416090297551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114847416090297551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114847416090297551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114664443523772760</id><published>2006-05-03T08:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:21:09.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaves e a canção da viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/040927-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/040927-monkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nossa ida a Chaves marcou-me para todo sempre pelo leque de revelacões linguísticas e musicais com que me deparei. Palavras como "anaconda" ou sons do tipo "oinh" ganharam novos significado e uma eloquência há muito perdidos nas profundidades do meu ser. Contudo, o momento alto da viagem foi uma música que me deram a conhecer pela primeira vez (obrigado Luís). Estou a caminho dos 25 anos e admito que os meus ouvidos nunca ouviram tal coisa. Até esta viagem eu era como um bebezinho que nunca abrira os olhos para ver o mundo. De repente, o mundo revelou-se e tudo começou a fazer sentido. Essa música é de um senhor da musica portuguesa chamado José Cid e intitula-se "Como o macaco gosta de banana". A letra não a apresento aqui, pois espero que comparsas minhas aqui na blogosfera ja se tenham dado a esse trabalho. Contudo, procurei algumas coisas sobre José Cid e deparei-me com alguns dos seus mais interessantes comentários presentes na Wikipédia, e que aqui transcrevo (ver http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Cid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;"Se Elton John tivesse nascido na Chamusca, não teria tido tanto êxito como eu." &lt;i&gt;in Pública, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Tentaram e conseguiram pôr-me na prateleira. Mas a verdade é que os outros artistas estão na prateleira e eu estou cá." &lt;i&gt;in Pública, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A nova geração tem de descobrir qual é o seu dinossauro. Todos os países têm o seu dinossauro. Os franceses têm o Johnny Halliday, os espanhóis o Miguel Rios. Ambos são uma porcaria ao pé de mim. Sou infinitamente melhor do que eles e tenho uma melhor estética&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;i&gt;in Pública, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Usem e abusem de mim. Estou cá, canto e bem ao vivo. Façam de mim o que quiserem. Estou com uma grande voz." &lt;i&gt;in Pública, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Adoro o «Cantor da TV», a canção menos comercial daquele álbum [Nasci prà música]. Dificilmente conseguiria escrever [outro] tema daquela maneira. É muito bem esgalhado e muito bem tocado." &lt;i&gt;in Pública, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Essa canção [Como o macaco gosta de banana] foi um escândalo. As pessoas julgaram que era uma canção ordinária. (...) Divirto-me à brava quando a oiço, porque é uma canção que não se pode levar a sério. Tem um sentido de humor de abandalhar o sistema." &lt;i&gt;in Pública, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Olá malta! Tudo bem? Tá-se?" &lt;i&gt;in anúncio Lipton, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Dá-me favas com chouriço." &lt;i&gt;in Cabaré da Coxa, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Se o Rui Veloso é o pai do rock português, eu sou a mãe." &lt;i&gt;in Queima das Fitas do Porto, 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&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/10723580-114664443523772760?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114664443523772760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114664443523772760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114664443523772760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114664443523772760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/05/chaves-e-cano-da-viagem.html' title='Chaves e a canção da viagem'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114605149672087807</id><published>2006-04-26T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:38:16.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Campeoes</title><content type='html'>Pois e, mais um campeonato no historial do FCP. Devo dizer que apesar de nao merecer ter ganho ao Penafiel por causa daquele penalti meio forcado, a verdade e que nem precisavamos de ganhar. Bastava o empate, ja que o SCP nao foi alem do empate frente a Naval. O campeonato da segunda circular esta ao rubro. Bidas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114605149672087807?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114605149672087807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114605149672087807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114605149672087807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114605149672087807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/04/campeoes.html' title='Campeoes'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114547218338673461</id><published>2006-04-19T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:43:03.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comicas do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje duas noticias do "mundo desportivo" saltaram-me aos olhos e permitiram-me comecar o dia a chorar de riso.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira e a capa d' A Bola, em que Luis Filipe Vieira diz que so se recandidata a presidencia do SLB se "houver uma  limpeza" no futebol portugues. Concordo plenamente, mas isso implica que o proprio e o Jose Veiga se ponham a andar do futebol.&lt;br /&gt;A segunda, e esta de particular piada, deve-se as declaracoes proferidas (supostamente) pelo presidente da Fifa a um jornal croata (que jornal? ja agora, aonde e a Croacia?)  sobre eventuais pressoes de um grupo de notaveis  portugueses para que Scolari  convoque o Vitor Baia,  para ser vendido pelo FCP  a um valor mais elevado no final da epoca.  Analisando  estas noticia,  e verdade que o Scolari tem sentido a pressao  de  um grupo de mais de 10 milhoes  de notaveis  e  sensatos portugueses  para convocar  Vitor Baia. Alem disso, acho que o FCP esta mortinho por vender um dos melhores guarda-redes portugueses da actualidade, e precisa que ele va ao mundial como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terceiro&lt;/span&gt; guarda-redes para ser vendido a um preco mais elevado. Sim, porque o Vitor Baia nao tem curriculo nenhum que se destaque, para alem de ser o jogador mais titulado no mundo,  incluindo  80 jogos pela seleccao nacional, oito títulos de campeao nacional, quatro tacas de Portugal, sete supertacas, uma Liga dos Campeoes, uma taca UEFA, uma taca das tacas, uma taca Intercontinental, um titulo de campeao de Espanha, uma taca do Rei e uma supertaca espanhola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estes gajos e que sonham!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/10723580-114547218338673461?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114547218338673461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114547218338673461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114547218338673461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114547218338673461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/04/comicas-do-dia.html' title='Comicas do dia'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114469004042457751</id><published>2006-04-10T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:27:20.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BIBA O PUERTO CARAGO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ja em terras lusitanas ha mais de 9 dias, Ramboia continuara a sua saga, exercendo o seu dever civico de  comentar temas da actualidade (entenda-se, futebol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois bem: no passado fim-de-semana o FCP foi ganhar a Alvalade, e o titulo parace cada vez mais proximo do Dragao. Pessoalmente esperava mais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agressividade&lt;/span&gt; (gosto muito desta palavra, hoje em dia todos os treinadores usam-na) da equipa do Sporting. O FCP esteve expectante e no final acabou por marcar, garantindo uma vitoria fundamental pela corrida ao titulo de campeao nacional. Entretanto, o SLB nao soube aproveitar e acabou por empatar com um penalti (bem assinalado - eu sei Susana!) ja nos descontos frente ao MARI-TMO. Peco desculpas aos meus caros amigos benfiquistas mas tenho de dizer isto: o SLB parece estar a dar as ultimas e nao mostra sinais de recuperacao animica para lutar sequer pelo segundo lugar.  Como se costuma dizer, nao se pode ganhar sempre, nao e? So espero que o FCP nao vacile e este ano consiga a dobradinha.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava ainda de referir que e uma pena aquilo a que assisti pelo radio no passado sabado em alvalade, quando passaram a musica dos Queen "Barcelona" mesmo antes do jogo comecar. E um tristeza que os responsaveis do SCP nao se lembem que esta epoca o  SCP perdeu o acesso a liga dos Campeoes e fase de grupos da taca UEFA frente a uma equipa de segunda categoria, e que este ano todos os portugueses tem que agradecer ao clube da luz pela sua boa prestacao nas competicoes europeias.&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/10723580-114469004042457751?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114469004042457751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114469004042457751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114469004042457751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114469004042457751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/04/biba-o-puerto-carago.html' title='BIBA O PUERTO CARAGO!!!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114337991995454434</id><published>2006-03-26T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:31:59.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E nos e que somos do terceiro mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia destes, estava eu no ginasio e quando cheguei ao vestiario reparei que estava um "porco" (porque nao ha outro nome) de um ingles a cortar as unhas dos pes e a deixar cair os pedacos cortados no chao com a maior das naturalidades. E eu era o unico enojado e "horrificado" com tal situacao! E nos e que somos os pobrezinhos. Pois eu digo: pobrezinhos mas asseados!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114337991995454434?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114337991995454434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114337991995454434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114337991995454434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114337991995454434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/e-nos-e-que-somos-do-terceiro-mundo.html' title='E nos e que somos do terceiro mundo!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114288521871150985</id><published>2006-03-20T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:06:58.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Piada do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fatima Felgueiras nao pode entreguer o seu passaporte brasileiro ao tribunal... Segundo um documento que enviou para o tribunal te-lo-a deixado no Brasil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ca para mim esta bem guardadinho debaixo do colchao, caso as coisas deem para o torto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114288521871150985?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114288521871150985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114288521871150985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114288521871150985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114288521871150985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/piada-do-ano.html' title='Piada do ano'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114269366127917082</id><published>2006-03-18T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:54:21.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este post e dedicado a todos os pais, e ao meu em especial, por todo o esforco que fazem para educar os seus filhos. Sei que nem sempre o seu papel se afigura facil (e nos nem sempre o facilitamos), por isso ca vai um obrigado muito especial para o meu pai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114269366127917082?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114269366127917082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114269366127917082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114269366127917082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114269366127917082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114269309717777016</id><published>2006-03-18T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:44:57.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Noticia de Ultima hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/ramboia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/ramboia.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passados ja 52 dias em cativeiro, num clima frio e agreste, sem comida e cafe em condicoes, John Romboia sera resgatado de volta para o seu pais natal dentro de exactamente 2 semanas. As negociacoes diplomaticas entre Reino Unido e Portugal chegaram ao fim ha poucos minutos, com ambas as partes satisifeitas com o acordo atingido: Reino Unido ve-se livre de um dos mais temiveis guerrilheiros (a par de Jose Mourinho) que por esse pais passaram, enquanto que Portugal recebe de bracos abertos um filho prodigo, um heroi nacional aclamado como o novo Pinto da Costa do Edificio Monge Pedro. Preparem-se ricas francesinhas que o  MENES vem ai!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114269309717777016?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114269309717777016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114269309717777016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114269309717777016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114269309717777016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/noticia-de-ultima-hora.html' title='Noticia de Ultima hora'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114235896717964696</id><published>2006-03-14T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:56:07.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Milosevic e a justica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slobodan Milosevic morreu no passado sabado na sua cela. Este homem foi um dos responsaveis pelos genocidios que ocorreram na ex-Jugoslavia e estava a ser julgado ha quatros anos,  se nao estou em erro, por crimes contra a humanidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora que esta morto, os crimes que cometeu nao podem ser julgados e o processo sera encerrado. A sua morte tera dois efeitos: sera visto como um martir pelos seus seguidores, e as familias das vitimas dificilmente encontrarao a paz que merecem ate ao fim dos seus dias.  E esta a justica do mundo em que vivemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114235896717964696?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114235896717964696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114235896717964696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114235896717964696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114235896717964696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/milosevic-e-justica.html' title='Milosevic e a justica'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114209063148123737</id><published>2006-03-11T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:23:51.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como tudo na vida um gajo tem de ser versatil, e para que as massas populacionais por esse mundo fora que visita o meu blog e que nao esta interessado em futebol, deixo aqui um poema. E dedicado as palavras, que de certa forma, e a minha unica forma comunicacao com muitos de vos. Bom fim-de-semana para todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São como um cristal,&lt;br /&gt;as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas, um punhal,&lt;br /&gt;um incêndio.&lt;br /&gt;Outras,&lt;br /&gt;orvalho apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretas vêm, cheias de memória.&lt;br /&gt;Inseguras navegam:&lt;br /&gt;barcos ou beijos,&lt;br /&gt;as águas estremecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desamparadas, inocentes,&lt;br /&gt;leves.&lt;br /&gt;Tecidas são de luz&lt;br /&gt;e são a noite.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo pálidas&lt;br /&gt;verdes paraísos lembram ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem as escuta? Quem&lt;br /&gt;as recolhe, assim,&lt;br /&gt;cruéis, desfeitas,&lt;br /&gt;nas suas conchas puras?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114209063148123737?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114209063148123737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114209063148123737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114209063148123737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114209063148123737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/diversidade.html' title='Diversidade'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114209004715124553</id><published>2006-03-11T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:14:07.150Z</updated><title type='text'>As vantagens do Black-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao posso deixar de expressar o meu contentamento pela vitoria do FCP ante o Vitoria de Setubal ontem a noite. Mas nao e para isso que escrevo, e para agradecer aos dirigentes portitstas pelo black-out. Assim ouve-se e le-se menos "bacoradas" de jogadores e dirigentes e o mundo fica mais liberto da ignorancia. Um mundo melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114209004715124553?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114209004715124553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114209004715124553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114209004715124553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114209004715124553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-vantagens-do-black-out.html' title='As vantagens do Black-out'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114208972031136579</id><published>2006-03-11T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:08:40.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Comicas</title><content type='html'>Pessoal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao me interpretem mal, porque apesar de portista nao sou anti-benfiquista. Ja disse isto varias vezes e volto a reiterar. Agora tenho que admitir que me desfiz a rir quando vi no jornal "A Bola" o que o Jose Veiga disse, e passo a citar: "Barça tem Deco, Ronaldinho e Messi mas nós temos Luisão, Petit e Simão". E eu poderia acrescentar: "e o Trofense tem o Michel, o Reguila e o Xico". Ok, que Luisao, Petit e Simao sao bons jogadores nao ha duvidas, mas compara-los ao Deco (que se bem me lembro o SLB ate rejeitou) , Ronaldinho e Messi, e obra! Ide a pensar assim para o jogo com essa humildade toda e depois vemos "quem morre" (palavras de um dirigente do benfica).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114208972031136579?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114208972031136579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114208972031136579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114208972031136579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114208972031136579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/comicas.html' title='Comicas'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114200150867706283</id><published>2006-03-10T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:38:28.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Com os porquinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/PORCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/PORCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como diz o meu amigo Rui: "Boltei"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje quero comentar a estrondosa e merecida vitoria do SLB contra o Liverpool. Antes de portista sou portugues e e um orgulho ver equipas portuguesas a fazer carreira pela europa fora. Fico contente tambem como portista, pois teoricamente o SLB tera mais dois jogos importantes pela frente e isso pode destabilzar a sua concentracao no campeonato, o que e bom para nos que andamos a rasquinha (+ ou -)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje ao meio-dia foi o sorteio para os quartos de final, e quem saiu ao SLB? FC Barcelona. Posso-vos garantir que tenho visto todos os jogos do Barcelona e, meus caros amigos benfiquistas, embora quero que voces passem a meia-final (mais jogos= mais pontos para o ranking de Portugal na UEFA e menos concentracao no campeonato), o Barcelona deve ser, a par com o Lyon e o AC Milan, um dos maiores, senao o maior candidato a conquista da Liga dos campeoes deste ano. E claro que tudo e possivel, senao nem valia a pena jogar mas... Deco, Ronaldinho, Messi, Etoo, Giuly, Motta... E muito para qualquer equipa, incluindo o super-Chelsea do Mourinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como nos costumamos dizer: FOSTES COM OS PORQUINHOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114200150867706283?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114200150867706283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114200150867706283' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114200150867706283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114200150867706283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/03/com-os-porquinhos.html' title='Com os porquinhos...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114106737711464879</id><published>2006-02-27T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:09:37.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Gripe das Aves, Carnaval e FCP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/gostriches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/gostriches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Hoje vou escrever sobre tres coisas: gripe das aves, carnaval e FCP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Aquela celebre fase "No Caranaval ninguem leva a mal" e mentira, digo-vos ja. Ontem levamos 0-1 do SLB (os portistas, entenda-se) e nao gostei nada. Depois, fala-se muito da gripe das aves e o Baia, segundo dizem porque eu nao vi, mamou um frango. Deixem-me apenas dizer-vos que o Baia e um SENHORE, quem dera a muitos ter conquistado o que ele conquistou, e para mim ele ainda tem lugar em qualquer equipa do mundo. Se ninguem o quiser, que o mandem para a seleccao, sempre faz algum jeito ter um guarda-redes em condicoes por la. Apesar de tudo estamos em primeiro. E dificil perder e empatar jogos contra SLB e SCP, mas nao me importo se ganharmos os outros todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O SLB ganhou, e os 6.456.038 de benfiquistas e os 3.698.453 sportinguistas (porque o nosso pais tem mais de 20 milhoes de pessoas) festejaram a vitoria como se fossem campeoes. Pois deixem-me relembrar-vos que ainda estao a COMER O NOSSO PO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De qualquer forma, boa sorte para o SLB contra o Liverpool, desejo sinceramente que o SLB seja campeao europeu e desca a divisao de honra. Bjs e abracos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114106737711464879?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114106737711464879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114106737711464879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114106737711464879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114106737711464879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/02/gripe-das-aves-carnaval-e-fcp.html' title='Gripe das Aves, Carnaval e FCP'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114069754606474637</id><published>2006-02-23T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:25:46.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Complexidade feminina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje dedico esta msg a Mulher em geral. A complexidade das  sua sensibilidade e da sua inteligencia estao  anos de luz a frente daquele ser que, supostamente, manda no mundo: o Homem. Aqui deixo parte de um email que me enviaram acerca da complexidade femenina (em tom de brincadeira, e do ponto de vista masculino).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Fazer uma mulher feliz é muito simples...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Só é necessário ser:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1) Amigo;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2) Companheiro;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3) Amante;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4) Irmão;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5) Pai;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6) Chefe;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7) Educador;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8) Cozinheiro;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9) Mecânico;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10) Canalizador;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11) Decorador de Interiores;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12) Estilista;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13) Eletricista;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14) Sexólogo;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15) Ginecologista;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;16) Psicólogo;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17) Psiquiatra;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;18) Terapeuta;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19) Audaz;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20) Simpático;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21) Desportista;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;22) Carinhoso;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;23) Atento;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;24) Cavalheiro;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;25) Inteligente;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;26) Imaginativo;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;27) Criativo;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;28) Doce;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;29) Forte;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;30) Compreensivo;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;31) Tolerante;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;32) Prudente;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;33) Ambicioso;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;34) Capaz;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;35) Valente;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;36) Decidido;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;37) Confiável;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;38) Respeitador;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;39) Apaixonado;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;40) Sensível;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;41) RICO.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;E é muito importante ainda, não esquecer as&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;datas:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Aniversário;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;noivado;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;casamento;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;formatura;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;menstruação;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;data do primeiro beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;E também:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;aniversário da tia;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;irmão ou irmã mais querida;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;aniversário dos avós;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;da melhor amiga e do gato.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Veja como ganhar e perder pontos com uma mulher!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1) Tarefas simples:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você faz a cama (+1);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você deixa a tampa da sanita levantada (-5);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você troca o papel higiênico que acabou (+2);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você vai ao mercado só pra comprar papel higiênico (+5);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Na chuva (+8);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Mas retorna com cerveja (-15);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você levanta de noite, pois ela ouviu um barulho estranho(0);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você levanta de noite, mas o barulho não foi nada (0);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você levanta de noite e o barulho era de um rato (+5);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você mata o rato (+10).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2) Social:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você fica ao lado dela a festa inteira (0);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você vai beber ao lado dos amigos (-2);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Entre os amigos está uma mulher chamada Fernandinha (-4);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Fernandinha é loira e magra (-16);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Fernandinha conhece-o (-180).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3) O aniversário dela:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você a leva para jantar fora (0);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Leva para jantar fora e não é o restaurante de sempre (+1);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- É o restaurante de sempre (-2);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- É um boteco (-3);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- É um boteco e a TV está mostrando futebol (-10).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4) Passeios com amigos:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você sai com um amigo (-5);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- O amigo é solteiro (-14);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- O amigo é cheio de namoradas (-27);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- O amigo dirige um descapotavel (-180);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- A Fernandinha vai junto!!! (-500).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5) Uma noite fora:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você a leva para o cinema (+2);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Para ver um filme que ela gosta (+4);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Para ver um filme que ela gosta e você odeia (+6);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você a leva para ver um filme que você gosta! (-2);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- O filme se chama 'O massacre da serra elétrica III' (-13);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você mentiu e disse que seria um filme francês de amor (-135);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Na saída do cinema você encontra a Fernandinha e ela faz&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"aquela" cena:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Queriiiiiiiidooooo, há quanto tempo!!!" (-750).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6) Grandes questões:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Ela pergunta 'Eu estou gorda?' (-1) (é, você perde um ponto de&lt;br /&gt;&gt;qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jeito!);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você pensa antes de responder (-10);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você diz que não (-35);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você diz que gosta dela mesmo que ela esteja gorda (-280);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você faz comentários a respeito do corpo da Fernandinha (-450);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7) Comunicação (ela quer contar algo):&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você ouve com uma expressão atenta (0);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você ouve mais que 30 minutos (+5);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Ouve por mais q 30 minutos s/ olhar para a TV (+10);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Ela percebe que você está dormindo de olhos abertos (-320);&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;- Você balbucia o nome da sua querida amiga "Fe...Fernandinha",&lt;br /&gt;&gt;enquanto&lt;br /&gt;&gt;está dormindo de olhos abertos (- 1.000.000 + divórcio e pensão&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pro resto&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;da vida)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Você percebeu que agradar uma mulher não é tarefa tão difícil assim.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Basta um pouco de boa vontade...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114069754606474637?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114069754606474637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114069754606474637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114069754606474637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114069754606474637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/02/complexidade-feminina.html' title='Complexidade feminina'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-114036487037853365</id><published>2006-02-19T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:01:10.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabens</title><content type='html'>Este post e dedicado a uma pessoa que me e muito especial, e cujo aniversario e amanha dia 20. Como tal aqui vai uma letra do JPalma. Parabens CMR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acorda, menina linda&lt;br /&gt;Vem oferecer&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso ao dia&lt;br /&gt;Que acabou de nascer&lt;br /&gt;Anda ver que lindo presente&lt;br /&gt;A aurora trouxe para te prendar&lt;br /&gt;Uma coroa de brilhantes para iluminar&lt;br /&gt;O teu cabelo revolto como o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda, menina linda&lt;br /&gt;Anda brincar&lt;br /&gt;Que o Sol está lá fora à espera de te ouvir cantar&lt;br /&gt;Acorda, menina linda&lt;br /&gt;Vem oferecer&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso ao dia&lt;br /&gt;Que acabou de nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque terras de sonho andaste&lt;br /&gt;Que Mundo te recebeu&lt;br /&gt;Que monstro te meteu medo&lt;br /&gt;Que anjo te protegeu&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi o menino que o teu coração prendeu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda, menina linda&lt;br /&gt;Anda brincar&lt;br /&gt;Que o Sol está lá fora à espera de te ouvir cantar&lt;br /&gt;Acorda, menina linda&lt;br /&gt;Vem oferecer&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso ao dia&lt;br /&gt;Que acabou de nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda a ver o gato vadio&lt;br /&gt;À caça do pássaro cantor&lt;br /&gt;Vem respirar o perfume&lt;br /&gt;Das amendoeiras em flor&lt;br /&gt;Salta da cama&lt;br /&gt;Anda viver, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda, menina linda&lt;br /&gt;Vem oferecer&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso ao dia&lt;br /&gt;Que acabou de nascer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acorda, Menina Linda, &lt;/em&gt;JPalma, &lt;a href="http://www.jorgepalma.web.pt/"&gt;http://www.jorgepalma.web.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-114036487037853365?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/114036487037853365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=114036487037853365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114036487037853365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/114036487037853365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/02/parabens.html' title='Parabens'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113993469409199316</id><published>2006-02-14T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:10:54.986Z</updated><title type='text'>O bode que desmaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia destes em que as experiencias nao funcionavam, fomos todos (alunos e professores) a um pub afogar as magoas. Uma das historias que um destes professores (tipico british) contou foi a do bode que desmaia - historia veridica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entao, parece que havia um bode que, devido a uma mutacao genetica qualquer, sempre que se encontrava numa situacao de stress desmaiava. Os cientistas (claro!!!) fizeram umas pequenas modificacoes para que os pobres bichos nao morressem quando desmaiavam. Sabem porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imaginem que voces tem um rebanho (de ovelhas!!!) e que esta sempre a ser atacado pelos lobos. Que e que voces fazem? Compram um destes bodes... Que e Chuchede? Quando o rebanho esta tudo no pasto e aparecem alcateias, as ovelhinhas fogem todas e o bode aterrorizado fica especado no mesmo lugar e desmaia. Assim, fica para tras servindo de engodo enquanto o resto do rebanho foge. Se for falso alarme, depois de desmaiar volta a acordar,  e assim o balanco economico (aulas de industrial?) resultante do ataque e bem mais risonho do ponto de vista do pastor!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113993469409199316?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113993469409199316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113993469409199316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113993469409199316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113993469409199316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-bode-que-desmaia.html' title='O bode que desmaia'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113863356849998676</id><published>2006-01-30T14:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:06:08.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/bolinhos200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/bolinhos200.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este fim-de-semana aconteceu-me uma coisa triste... O restaurante portugues fechou, e como tal nao ha jogos do futebol portugues para ninguem. O mais chato e que nao vou poder comer aquele bacalhau maravilhoso que eles la serviam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, pelo menos uma coisa positiva: nao vou ver o FCP a jogar mal, pelo menos ate Abril. Por essa altura conto que o Adrianse esteja no hospital com as pernas partidas por uns vandalos que se auto-intitulam de adeptos... (estou a brincar). O pessoal (incluindo eu) esta sempre a dizer que o problema e a tactica, a tactica. Amigos: a baliza tem 7.32 m de largura e 2.44 m de altura. Alguem no seu perfeito juizo me pode dizer como e que gajos a ganhar dezenas de milhares de euros nao conseguem meter uma bola com 22 cm de diametro num buraco deste tamanho??? E ainda falamos nos que os politicos nao fazem nenhum. Por mim, punham o Jaime Pacheco la. Podiamos perder, mas pelo menos os jogadores mexiam as pernas (antes de partir as dos adversarios - como diz a Daisy, "jogar durinho").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113863356849998676?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113863356849998676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113863356849998676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113863356849998676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113863356849998676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/01/tristeza_30.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113836778894497039</id><published>2006-01-27T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:16:29.010Z</updated><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje decidi dar uma de romantico e deixar uma pequena msg para todos os acreditam no amor como caminho para a felicidade. Fernando Pessoa escreveu um dia: "Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama/Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que e amar". Este e dedicado a uma menina "fofinha". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda,&lt;br /&gt;E de vez em quando olhando para trás...&lt;br /&gt;E o que vejo a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;É aquilo que nunca antes eu tinha visto,&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei dar por isso muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;Sei ter o pasmo essencial&lt;br /&gt;Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer,&lt;br /&gt;Reparasse que nascera deveras...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me nascido a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Para a eterna novidade do Mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio no mundo como num malmequer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele&lt;br /&gt;Porque pensar é não compreender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele&lt;br /&gt;(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)&lt;br /&gt;Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho filosofia; tenho sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é a eterna inocência,&lt;br /&gt;E a única inocência não pensar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alberto Caeiro, em "O Guardador de Rebanhos", 8-3-1914&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113836778894497039?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113836778894497039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113836778894497039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113836778894497039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113836778894497039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113801135908796067</id><published>2006-01-23T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:15:59.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            Este fim-de-semana o novo presidente da republica foi eleito, e sem qualquer novidade a mistura Cavaco saiu vencedor e Alegre em segundo lugar. Cavaco andou simplesmente a passear durante estas semanas, nao porque nao tivesse argumentos para se defender e atacar, mas porque simplesmente nao precisou de os usar: os rivais trataram de se afundar a eles proprios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            Achei muito engracado que o Socrates nao tivesse assumido a derrota eleitoral como uma derrota pessoal, ja que lhe cabia a ele e so a ele escolher o candidato para estas eleicoes. Em vez disso, interrompeu o discurso do Manuel Alegre o que so mostra que o respeito e a educacao nao sao os seus fortes - e dor de cotovelo e muito feio!!! Fiquei extremamente contente pelo segundo lugar do Alegre, acho que demonstra que ainda e possivel haver candidaturas independentes e com bons resultados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;           Amigos, sabado fui ver o FCP e comi... uma francesinha. E deve ser so por isso que o FCP ganhou ja que nem um golo digno de se ver foi marcado. Devo admitir que o senhor Adriaanse ja nao e apenas treinador e um alquimista tambem, e anda a procura de nao sei o que: e so misturas, misturas, combinacoes diferentes e... ouro nem se ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao tenho nada contra a tactica que ele usou, alias o FCP tem jogadores para jogar em 3-5-2, mas as mudancas que fez na equipa...e um ultraje!!! Vejamos quem saiu: Vitor Baia - o Helton tambem merece oportunidades, e e um excelente guarda-redes; Pedro Emanuel - o gajo deve estar a brincar porque o Pedro Emanuel e o melhor defesa do FCP; Paulo Assuncao - a par do Lucho tem estado numa forma excepcional. Quem entrou: Bosingwa, trabalhador e rapido pode ser uma peca de recurso; Alan - alguem me diz quem e este gajo? Quem e que lhe disse que ele nasceu para jogar futebol enganou-o bem enganadinho!!! O gajo nao fez um cuzamento em condicoes. Vamos a ver qual a surpresa que o Adriaanse nos reserva para o proxima jogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113801135908796067?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113801135908796067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113801135908796067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113801135908796067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113801135908796067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/01/diversos.html' title='Diversos'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113740929789629053</id><published>2006-01-16T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:01:37.910Z</updated><title type='text'>A culpa e do bacalhau!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Ontem a noite o FCP sofreu uma derrota ante o Estrela da Amadora, e ainda assim teve muita sorte pois podia ter sido por mais de 5 golos de diferenca. Adivinhem de quem e a culpa: MINHA!!! Tudo isto se deve a eu ir assistir aos jogos do FCP ao restaurante portugues, so pode ser. Ha um ano que estou na Inglaterra e ainda nao vi o FCP ganhar um jogo. Ontem o Estrela parecia que ia de mota, nao deram qualquer hipotese ao FCP na primeira parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Manu e Semedo partiram tudo. A ajudar houve jogadores no Porto com um rendimento baixo tais como Vitor Baia (grande frangalhada o segundo golo que sofreu),  Jorginho e Pedro Emanuel. Para ajudar os jogadores do Estrela entraram desde muito cedo a queimar e Quaresma deve ter saido ao intervalo devido a uma cacetada que levou. Ontem ficou ainda provado que Alan e Hugo Almeida nao sao jogadores para o FCP. O primeiro acho que ja toda a gente sabia que nao era grande espingarda. Quanto ao Hugo Almeida, o gajo parace ter tudo - velocidade, forca, altura, pontape forte - mas na hora de marcar... falha. Talvez seja um bloqueio psicologico ou mesmo a falta de jeito. O que e certo e que apesar de tudo o Postiga e o Jorge Costa deixam muitas saudades. Vamos a ver se o Adriano corresponde as expectativas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Teorias futebolisticas a parte, o FCP perde porque sempre que vejo os jogos como bacalhau a Beira Douro (nome do restaurante portugues). Devo dizer que o bacalhau em si nao e nada de especial (nada como o que se come em Portugal) mas aquela cebolada com pimento e batatas as rodelas... e de comer e chorar por mais. Para o proximo jogo vou fazer o sacrificio e em vez de bacalhau vou pedir francesinha. Pode ser que a sorte do FCP mude!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113740929789629053?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113740929789629053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113740929789629053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113740929789629053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113740929789629053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/01/culpa-e-do-bacalhau.html' title='A culpa e do bacalhau!!!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113733704405807650</id><published>2006-01-15T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:57:24.070Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois e, ca estou eu de volta a terra dos bifes, famosa pelo clima "tropical" (dos polos) e ardente (o gelo tambem queima) e pela comida rica em...preco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, estou a comecar nova missao que se prolongara por mais 75 dias. Ate la, estarei incapacitado de ver e ouvir palavroes em portugues. O que mais me entristece e que nao vou poder votar nas eleicoes presidenciais. Ja agora, quem sao os candidatos?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minto, o que me entristece e que nao poderei ver os morangos com acucar!!! (agora estou mesmo a chorar!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por ca nao ha novidades: o Mourinho caminha para a conquista do segundo campeonato consecutivo, mas isso nao se pode considerar campeonato ja todos sabiam que ia acontecer. Como na ha nada de mais interessante para vos dar conhecimento, remeto-me ao silencio e ate a uma  proxima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113733704405807650?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113733704405807650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113733704405807650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113733704405807650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113733704405807650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-volta.html' title='De volta!!!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113697133466353739</id><published>2006-01-11T08:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:22:14.676Z</updated><title type='text'>O Fim do Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Houve muita gente que ha uns anos atras, aquando da entrada no novo milenio, previu o fim do mundo, ou pelo menos da humanidade tal como a conhecemos. Isso, infelizmente para alguns pobres coitados ligados a diferentes credos e seitas, nao aconteceu. O do fim do mundo nao ocorreu a uma escala global, mas no nosso querido pais a cada dia que passava parecia estar iminente... Nao vale a pena falar da crise economica, da falencia da seguranca social, do aumento dos impostos ou aumento da electricidade. Nao.&lt;br /&gt;    O que vos tenho para dizer e muito mais serio e com impacto mais profundo na sociedade. No passado fim-de-semana dei por mim mesmo a dizer "merda que isto e mesmo o fim do mundo!". Tudo aconteceu quando estava no "cafe" junto a casa dos meus pais, a espera para ver o jogo Braga-SCP quando anunciou na TVI a estreia da serie TRIO DE MARAVILHA. Nada de anormal, nao fosse o elenco principal e passo a citar: Jorge Monte Real, Jose Castelo-Branco (nao sei se e assim que se escreve, mas tambem nao me interessa) e Alexandre Frota. Lembro-me que fiquei de queixos caidos com tal anuncio e apercebi-me que afinal de contas o fim do mundo chegou, e aquilo que outrora chamavamos "pedacinho de ceu plantado a beira mar" transformou-se num local de ignorancia e mesquinhez, por outras palavras um ABISMO. E claro que os indicios eram evidentes: Santana Lopes primeiro ministro, SLB campeao, Soares na corrida a presidente da republica, morangos com acucar. Nos e que nao queriamos acreditar. Pois acreditem, ja nada nos resta a nao ser fugir enquanto e tempo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113697133466353739?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113697133466353739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113697133466353739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113697133466353739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113697133466353739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-fim-do-mundo.html' title='O Fim do Mundo'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113508574428875438</id><published>2005-12-20T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:35:44.306Z</updated><title type='text'>A Palhacada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ja em terras lusas, aproveito para deixar mais alguns dos meus "acesos" comentarios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desta vez, escrevo para comentar a anedota de um certo sr. chamado Jorge Coelho. Antes de dizer mais qualquer coisa, nao sou apoiante de qualquer partido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esse senhor ha uns anitos atras, aquando da queda da ponte de Entre-os-rios disse que "a culpa nao morre solteira" e logo a seguir meteu o rabinho entre as pernas e se demitiu, em vez de assumir as suas responsabilidades como entidade do governo responsavel pelo sucedido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, veio agora esse senhor pedir num acto de desespero que todos os candidatos de esquerda desistam da campanha e apoiem o sr. Mario Soares. Qual o seu direito para sugerir isso? O PS e que cometeu o erro fatal de nao apoiar o Manuel Alegre, e praticamente deu a vitoria ao Cavaco. Este, ja quase nao precisa de fazer campanha para ganhar as eleicoes. A preocupacao do PS agora e levar as eleicoes para uma segunda volta...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113508574428875438?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113508574428875438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113508574428875438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113508574428875438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113508574428875438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/12/palhacada.html' title='A Palhacada'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113405720773542766</id><published>2005-12-08T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:53:27.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Vacarias e bifes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/vaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/vaca.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes de sair de terras de senhora majestade quero deixar umas palavrinhas acerca das equipas portuguesas na liga dos campeoes. A primeira vai para o FCP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A jogar numa autentica &lt;strong&gt;vacaria&lt;/strong&gt;, o meu FCP nao poderia fazer mais do que fez neste jogo: conseguiu um empate com a ajuda do arbitro , mas que permeia a actuacao de dois jogadores que para mim foram enormes: Vitor Baia e Paulo Assuncao. De resto, embora parecesse estranho achei que a analise de jogo, a tactica e as substituicoes do Co Adriaanse foram irreprensiveis (neste jogo). E triste dizer isto mas o FCP foi sem sombra de duvida a pior equipa deste grupo, o que e muito dificil ja que Rangers e Artmedia sao equipas pauperrimas em termos de potencial. A diferenca e que foram capazes de optimizar o pouco valor que possuem para conquistar pontos aos dragoes. O FCP perdeu o apuramento em casa (5 pontos contra o Rangers e o Artmedia). Ha quem atribua isso a falta de sorte, eu atribuo a ingenuidade e falta de sacrificio dos jogadores. Nao se pode perder jogos a ganhar 2-0 em casa, ou estar a ganhar 1-0 e sentar-se a sombra da bananeira. O meu FCP luta ate ao ultimo minuto esteja a ganhar por 1 ou 5. Foi esse FCP que triunfou na Europa ha pouco tempo. Apenas um comentario para o Adriaanse: uma equipa comeca na defesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de nao me "importar" de ver o SLB a ir parar as regionais nas competicoes internas, a verdade e que qualquer equipa portuguesa que jogue contra estrangeiros e a minha equipa, nem que seja apenas durante 90 minutos. Ontem torci pelo SLB como se fosse um adepto de longa data, por varias razoes. A primeira, muito calculista: precisamos de pontos da UEFA para manter a posicao no ranking face a Holanda. A segunda e porventura a mais importante: no inicio desta semana, todos os jornais ingleses que eu li diziam que o SLB ia ser presa facil, que o Manchester United so nao ganhava se nao quisesse, etc. Portugal para eles deve ser tipo Costa Rica ou o caracas. Soube mesmo bem a vinganca lusitana, sobretudo com o SLB a jogar sem pelo menos 40% dos titulares. Ate o Beto, que convenhamos nao e grande espingarda, marcou aos Diabos de Old Trafford!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reparem como os "bifes" sao: quando as equipas inglesas ganham, a noticia ocupa toda a primeira pagina dos jornais, mas quando perdem a noticia vem num quadradinho minusculo, sendo preciso uma lupa para ver. Por tudo isto: parabens SLB!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113405720773542766?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113405720773542766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113405720773542766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113405720773542766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113405720773542766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/12/vacarias-e-bifes.html' title='Vacarias e bifes'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113378033603273869</id><published>2005-12-05T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:25:17.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Este e para a MAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/urso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/urso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este fim de semana fui ao primeiro e verdadeiro restaurante chines. Descobri que o que nos temos em portugal e apenas uma imitacao daquilo que e a cozinha chinesa. No restaurante onde eu fui estavam muitos chineses, tailandeses, bem... nao sei. A mim eles paracem todos os mesmos e nao os consigo distinguir pela lingua, obviamente! (desculpem a ignorancia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquei bastante surpreendido, pela positiva, com a qualidade da comida. Alem disso pode-se dizer que e exotica ja que ate intestinos de vaca eles tem!!! A acompahar bebi cha de jasmim. Muito interessante, o problema e mesmo "trabalhar" com os pauzinhos, mas no final la me arranjei. Experiencia bastante interessante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este e dedicado a minha mae que me enviou esta imagem de dois ursinhos polares abracados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113378033603273869?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113378033603273869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113378033603273869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113378033603273869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113378033603273869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/12/este-e-para-mama.html' title='Este e para a MAMA'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113362772233698297</id><published>2005-12-03T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:38:28.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou dar uma de Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa e falar um pouco das noticias que esta semana li e achei de maior relevancia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) No passado dia 1 de Dezembro "comemorou-se" (desculpem a morbidez da palavra) o dia mundial da Sida e embora nao seja um assunto novo, achei surpreendente que &lt;strong&gt;entre a terceira idade portuguesa os numeros de infectados pelo virus HIV estejam a aumentar dramaticamente&lt;/strong&gt;. Isto insere-se no contexto social do "macho portugues" que diz que tem muitas mulheres atras dele, quando na verdade tem e que pagar a "senhoras da vida" para ter o que quer. Mas o que cada pessoa faz, so a ela diz respeito, CASO isso nao afecte os que estao em seu redor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora imaginem estes senhores de idade avancada, que com ou sem ajuda de medicamentos, tem vontade de "ir as meninas" e exigem nao usar o preservativo "porque isso nao e de homem" ou "essas doencas so afectam os drogados e maricas" ou ainda nao sabem o que isso e... Estao a imaginar. O que me realmente preocupa e quando as suas senhoras companheiras em casa nao fazem ideia nenhuma do sucedido e sao infectadas por um bando de seres que sao ou burros ou ignorantes, e pior, nem se preocupam com a saude dos seus entes supostamente mais queridos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Portugal sera o pais Europeu em 2012 a contribuir mais para a poluicao atmosferica &lt;/strong&gt;- que eu ja calculasse que Portugal estivesse na cauda da Europa em relacao a tudo o que e bom e em primeiro em relacao a tudo (ou quase tudo) o que e mau ja era de esperar. O que me preocupa e toda a envolvencia do problema da poluicao, a nossa dependencia nos combustiveis fosseis, quando somos um pais priveligiado por uma vasta costa, algumas regioes montanhosas com ventos fortes e com o solzinho que muito nos aquece quando vamos passear, mas que de nada e aproveitado para producao de energia. Alem da poluicao, caso o tema "Ambiente" nao seja economicamente muito atractivo aos politicos ou investidores, talvez a nossa dependencia no petroleo e a debilidade da nossa economia face a elevada influencia dos seus precos, constituisse razao mais que suficiente para investimentos em novas energias renovaveis (e nao renovaveis). Pessoalmente sou um adepto da energia nuclear. Sabiam que cerca de 70% da energia electrica produzida em Franca tem origem em pouco mais de uma dezena de centrais nucleares espalhadas pelo pais? Alem disso nao ha emissao de gases poluentes e os residuos solidos podem ser seguramente armazenados. Talvez se aproveitassemos as centenas de milhoes de euros que irao ser gastos no aeroporto da OTA para investimento em novas energias "made in Portugal" isso nos tornasse economicamente mais competitvos a escala global. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;FCP-SCP 1-1&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adeptos portistas: agradecam-me pelo FCP ter empatado, pois nao pude ver o jogo. De outra forma, seriamos embaladinhos com uma maozinha cheiinha de golos dos Leoes. Em vez do Leao sair do Porto Leaozinho, sairia o Dragao dragaozinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom fim-de-semana para todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113362772233698297?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113362772233698297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113362772233698297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113362772233698297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113362772233698297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/12/esta-semana.html' title='Esta semana...'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113351878479302460</id><published>2005-12-02T10:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:42:24.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Leaozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e dia de FCP-SCP e como nao podia deixar de ser, um adepto do FCP como eu vai tentar ver o jogo. So espero que o restaurante portugues aqui em Leicester esteja aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Caso eu va ver o jogo, os prognosticos para o lado dos portistas nao sao os melhores. Desde que ca cheguei no passado Outubro, todos os jogos do FCP a que eu assisti resultaram em derrotas para os portistas. Nao vos adianta, portistas, implorar que eu na va ver o jogo. Vou fazer a vontade aos benfiquistas, pobres coitados, que ja estao a 8 pontos!&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, so espero que o Leao saia do estadio do Dragao Leaozinho. A proposito, deixo-vos a letra da musica do Caetano Veloso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gosto muito de te ver leãozinho&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/leao4.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caminhando sob o sol&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de te ver leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;Para desentristecer leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração tão só&lt;br /&gt;Basta encontrar você no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Um filhote de leão raio da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Arrastando o meu olhar como um imã&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração é o sol pai de toda cor&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele lhe doura a pele ao léu&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de te ver leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;De te ver entrar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele tua luz tua juba&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ficar ao sol leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;De molhar minha juba&lt;br /&gt;De estar perto de você e entrar numa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ja agora, para aqueles que foram ao Brasil, lembram-se daquele homem a cantar e tocar esta musica enquanto almocavamos? Bons tempos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113351878479302460?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113351878479302460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113351878479302460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113351878479302460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113351878479302460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/12/leaozinho.html' title='Leaozinho'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113343412140201248</id><published>2005-12-01T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:48:41.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Piaza Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estava eu hoje de manha a tomar um capuccino no cafe da faculdade quando comeca a dar a musica "when a men loves a woman". Estava-se mesmo bem. Poderei ate dizer que me sentia acolhido, e parte da ambiencia "british". O Piaza cafe e um dos bares da faculdade em que todos os meses ha concertos de jazz de uma forma informal mas acolhedora. E porventura um dos locais onde mais gosto de estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto a referida musica, ela ja deve ser do tempo dos meus pais, e ja a devo ter ouvido imensas vezes. No entanto, como nao sou de fixar letras, hoje "surfei" por essa net fora a procura dela. Aqui vai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep his mind on nothing else&lt;br /&gt;He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found&lt;br /&gt;If she is bad, he can't see it&lt;br /&gt;She can do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;Turn his back on his best friend if he put her down&lt;br /&gt;When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;He'll spend his very last dime&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to hold on to what he needs&lt;br /&gt;He'd give up all his comforts&lt;br /&gt;And sleep out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;If she said that's the way it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Well, this man loves you, woman&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;I haveTryin' to hold on to your precious love&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please don't treat me bad&lt;br /&gt;When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;Down deep in his soul&lt;br /&gt;She can bring him such misery&lt;br /&gt;If she is playin' him for a fool&lt;br /&gt;He's the last one to know&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' eyes can never see&lt;br /&gt;When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;He can do her no wrong&lt;br /&gt;He can never hug some other girl&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how he feels&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man&lt;br /&gt;When a man loves a woman.…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tiver curiosidade em saber mais sobre o Piaza visite &lt;a href="http://www.le.ac.uk/catering/jazz.htm"&gt;http://www.le.ac.uk/catering/jazz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113343412140201248?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113343412140201248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113343412140201248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113343412140201248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113343412140201248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/12/piaza-cafe.html' title='Piaza Cafe'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113338207116698153</id><published>2005-11-30T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:21:11.200Z</updated><title type='text'>1 de Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/JoaoIVportugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/JoaoIVportugal.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Povo de Portugal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ja que por ai gozais daquilo a que muitos chamam "feriado", e eu simplesmente "sorna" deixo-vos aqui uma pequena mensagem em memoria de todos aqueles que lutaram para que, apos 60 anos de dominio espanhol, tivessemos em 1640 recuperado a nossa "identidade" - entenda-se monarquia, mas desta feita portuguesa. Assim, mudou-se o rotulo mas o conteudo foi porventura pouco melhor. Imaginem que continuavamos anexados a "nuestros hermanos", muitos dos problemas que afectam os portugueses seriam diferentes, ora vejamos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1-aeroporto da Ota: nao haveria nada disso. Primeiro, porque Madrid era a capital da peninsula iberica, com um enorme aoroporto, e o governo espanhol nao iria gastar dinheiros desnecessarios num novo aeroporto se o da Portela ja estivesse construido. Caso fosse necessario fariam obras para melhorar e optimizar o espaco ja existente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2-projecto do tgv: que projecto? neste momento ja se tinha percebido a sua nao rentabilidade para a "provincia portuguesa" face a companhias aereas com precos competitivos, que  seriam mais que suficientes para permitir uma mobilidade eficaz de pessoas e mercadorias. Ah, mas para aqueles que ainda assim preferem comboios rapidos  nao se preocupem porque o pendular, sendo Portugal uma provincia espanhola, andaria aos 220km/H pois haveriam linhas ferreas em condicoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3-casamentos entre homossexuais: bem... estao a ver o terramoto de 1755 em Lisboa? Para muita gente ver isso lei seria bem pior que o terramoto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4-FCP-Barcelona ou FCP-Real Madrid: nao seriam necessariamente jogos da liga dos campeoes, e tenho a certeza que os jogadores do clube portista nao se importariam de ir jogar a Tenerife ou a Maiorca, ou a Vigo (este ultimo seria vital para a continuacao de Benny no Porto... ou nao).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de todo o mal que neste pais minusculo existe, e do qual ainda faco parte, ha um sentimento inexplicavel de orgulho em ser portugues, mesmo quando a razao nos diz o contrario. E aquele sentimento que se sente quando se ouve o hino nacional e os pelos dos bracos se arrepiam, ou quando ouvimos alguem falar portugues no estrangeiro (sobretudo se for um palavrao com sotaque do norte). Viva Portugal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas o dia de amanha nao e so de comemoracoes: e o dia mundial da SIDA, e e importante a reflexao e a mobilizacao das massas para este problema que afecta toda a populacao por esse mundo fora. Bom feriado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113338207116698153?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113338207116698153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113338207116698153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113338207116698153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113338207116698153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-de-dezembro.html' title='1 de Dezembro'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113318895259461984</id><published>2005-11-28T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:42:32.606Z</updated><title type='text'>NEVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estava eu sentado a minha secretaria pouco depois da hora do almoco quando olho atraves da janela e reparo que pequenas particulas estao a cair. Embora estivesse (e esteja) frio pensei que fosse apenas chuva. Mas olhando fixamente apercebi-me da menor densidade dessas particulas e exclamei para todo o laboratorio: It's snowing! Acho que os meus olhos brilharam como os de uma crianca que ve nevar pela primeira vez. Nevar tem um efeito incrivel em mim, faz-me sentir "iluminado" e e o unico fenomeno metereologico, para alem do sol, capaz de me por bem disposto. Neste momento neva "afincadamente".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma das vantagens de nevar: e capaz de dessimular a caspa. A sua existencia pode ser facilmente refutada com a desculpa "esta a nevar". Nao se esquecam e que so funciona "outdoors" ou em casas sem tecto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113318895259461984?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113318895259461984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113318895259461984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113318895259461984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113318895259461984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/11/neve.html' title='NEVE!!!!'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113310670477838618</id><published>2005-11-27T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:55:31.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I read in a Portuguese newspaper (on-line) that Portuguese will have less money to buy gifts and presents next Christmas. And I ask: what is Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whether you believe in Christ or not it should be the celebration of love, fraternity, brotherhood. Not this materialist, cosmopolitan thing with lights, trees and presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Children are taught to think about Christmas as a time where people give them a lot of presents, chocolates and that kind of stuffs. I think the best present we can give is our presence, our smile and attention. And this does not apply just to the people we know and love. It also applies to everyone who is everywhere, no matter the race, social status or religious beliefs. And we should do that everyday, not just in Christmas time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113310670477838618?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113310670477838618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113310670477838618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113310670477838618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113310670477838618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113310521037013998</id><published>2005-11-27T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:27:19.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Ze Povinho e a Actualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/rafael_b_p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 54px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/rafael_b_p2.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha mais de 100 anos que o Ze nasceu e olhou pela primeira vez para a situacao da sociedade portuguesa. Contudo, analisando os seus comentarios chega-se a conclusao que eles continuam mais actuais do que nunca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Cá pelo país está tudo diferente e tudo na mesma. As lutas pelo poder continuam. Os partidos sucedem-se. Ainda há algum tempo em conversa com Rafael falámos sobre isso. E que a política é como uma “grande porca”, ambos concordamos. É na política que todos mamam. E como não chega para todos, parecem bacorinhos que se empurram para ver o que consegue apanhar uma teta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/1600/rafael_b_p5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5756/841/320/rafael_b_p5.0.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E triste reparar que independentemente da cor partidaria este pais seja governado pelos interesses, "lobies" e afins. Ja nao ha ideias nem ideais. O objectivo e lucrar mesmo que para isso se tenha que empobrecer os outros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se quiserem ver mais sobre o ZE Povinho, as imagens e citacoes foram retiradas do site &lt;a href="http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/rafael_b_pinheiro.htm"&gt;http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/rafael_b_pinheiro.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113310521037013998?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113310521037013998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113310521037013998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113310521037013998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113310521037013998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/11/ze-povinho-e-actualidade.html' title='Ze Povinho e a Actualidade'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10723580.post-113276270640940349</id><published>2005-11-23T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:18:26.420Z</updated><title type='text'>FRIU</title><content type='html'>Pois e,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegando ontem a Inglaterra, deparei-me com uma temperatura amena de 0 C. Para quem estava habituado aos 18 C no nosso lindo Porto, banhado por aquele solzinho de outono que muito nos aquece, o choque termico foi evidente. Contudo, nao ha nada que meta medo as mulheres inglesas pois hoje ja passei por umas quantas de t-shirt. Talvez sofram de alguma desregulacao hormonal, ou sao simplesmente tacticas de chamar a atencao dos machos das redondezas. Acho que vao ficar extramemente felizes quando souberem que no proximo fim-de-semana neva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixo ainda um pequeno grande abraco para o dr. Cruise que faz hoje 23 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10723580-113276270640940349?l=tedbhrams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/feeds/113276270640940349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10723580&amp;postID=113276270640940349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113276270640940349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10723580/posts/default/113276270640940349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedbhrams.blogspot.com/2005/11/friu.html' title='FRIU'/><author><name>tedbhrams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06871450857255858080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
