<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601</id><updated>2012-03-15T19:51:01.981-07:00</updated><category term='O lado social'/><title type='text'>"Think of that..."</title><subtitle type='html'>Valorizo cada vez mais o momento de escrever o que nos dá na real gana.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-4565651915068965735</id><published>2009-09-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:21:00.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O lado social'/><title type='text'>País e cidadãos sobrevalorizados</title><content type='html'>Como podem ser os Portugueses felizes, inteligentes? O salário mínimo é de quatrocentos e qualquer coisa. Idas ao cinema, ao teatro, compra de livros ou CD's ou DVD's? Dará? O Português está na posição para o poder fazer, sem ter de contar os tostões para os bens basilares de sobrevivência? Se faz umas férias extravagantes, e note-se que por extravagantes não se implica que se saia do país ou se vá para uma pousada ou hotel de cinco estrelas, enfim, como dizia se faz umas férias extravagantes com todos os membros da sua família núcleo, a quantia dispendida será muito provavelmente reposta num horizonte longínquo, e doloroso também, só de pensar que terá de passar por todo este esforço de dez, onze meses por uma ou duas semanas de descanso que, pesando todas estes factores, torna-se artificial. No meio do frenesim laboral, familiar, doméstico, do aperto financeiro, resta tempo para parar e observar? Aperceber-se do que conseguiu alcançar? Se nem o próprio cidadão deste país sabe do seu próprio valor, como poderá sorrir? Assim, não admira que Portugal seja tão bonito mas apreciado e visitado essencialmente pelos que vêm de fora. Assim, não admira que se diga que os Portugueses não são felizes, nem inteligentes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-4565651915068965735?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/4565651915068965735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=4565651915068965735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/4565651915068965735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/4565651915068965735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2009/09/pais-e-cidadaos-sobrevalorizados.html' title='País e cidadãos sobrevalorizados'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-4433198113193576336</id><published>2007-11-19T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:39:06.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos sistémicos</title><content type='html'>Um ambiente que marca; o lusco-fusco com o Tejo à vista que engradece, uma lareira eléctrica que aconchega, o som do comboio que passa e faz viajar, o miúdo que carrega a mochila às costas e atrai um rol de memórias de outros momentos, o silêncio modernizado da televisão, o pressentimento de que algo vai correr bem… eis que as diversas leis e ordens do universo se decidiram aliar na criação deste segundo que ainda esculpe uma daquelas reminiscências que me acompanharão até ao último paroxismo.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim, sem imagens, ou melodias, apenas a memória imagética… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-4433198113193576336?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/4433198113193576336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=4433198113193576336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/4433198113193576336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/4433198113193576336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2007/11/momentos-sistmicos_19.html' title='Momentos sistémicos'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-3913456511350744070</id><published>2007-10-28T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:09:01.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This would be the sort of music I would be inclined to do, should I have been born with the ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alas! One way or another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I listen to it... and feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Behold:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwbArbn5QWk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwbArbn5QWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-3913456511350744070?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/3913456511350744070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=3913456511350744070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/3913456511350744070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/3913456511350744070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-would-be-sort-of-music-i-would-be.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-3439781746559538350</id><published>2007-07-19T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:55:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que chorar alivia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Let us behold this stand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is often said "Cry will make you good". Pain, be it physical or psychological, will make you cry. But what is the relation between that feeling and that physiological need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a possible explanation why crying eases your 'pain', by Barthes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; (in &lt;i&gt;Fragments d'un discours amoureux&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pelas minhas lágrimas, conto uma história, elaboro um mito de dor e então habituo-me: posso viver com ela, porque, ao chorar, ofereço a mim próprio um interlocutor enfático que recolhe a mais «verdadeira» das mensagens, a do meu corpo, não a da minha língua: «As palavras, o que são? Uma lágrima dirá mais»."&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/21223601-3439781746559538350?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/3439781746559538350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=3439781746559538350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/3439781746559538350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/3439781746559538350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-que-chorar-alivia.html' title='Por que chorar alivia?'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-7827788317377666483</id><published>2007-05-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:14:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Abraço</title><content type='html'>O gesto do abraço apaixonado parece preencher, num momento, para o sujeito, o sonho da união total com o ser amado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RBarthes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta verdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-7827788317377666483?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/7827788317377666483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=7827788317377666483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/7827788317377666483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/7827788317377666483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2007/05/abrao.html' title='&quot;Abraço'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-117327114484637530</id><published>2007-03-07T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:39:04.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citação, novamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"The Minner, melancholy Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That works by taper light, while all the hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are shining with the glory of the day." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;WW, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-117327114484637530?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/117327114484637530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=117327114484637530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/117327114484637530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/117327114484637530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2007/03/citao-novamente.html' title='Citação, novamente...'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-116291442837394243</id><published>2006-11-07T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:50:14.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Textos que falam comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.constanca.lucas.nom.br/leitura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="129" alt="" src="http://www.constanca.lucas.nom.br/leitura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have the memory of a conversation with a friend of mine that, at some point, said something of the kind "It was like he was talking to me." I feel it too, once in a while. I guess that's when you grasp the real pleasure of reading. You start reading and you forget what you are actually doing. The words you read and your mind unite in one single state. I could just as well say that I agree with the author... However, for me, agreeing is one thing, acquiescing is another; you give in, you surrender to what is printed or uttered as if there is no other way to transmit it. Haven’t you often felt you had the word on the tip of your tongue? Haven't you almost yell "Exactly, that is exactly what I mean!"? Anyway, I'm not claiming a finding here, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7478/2144/1600/IMGP8254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7478/2144/320/IMGP8254.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rephrasing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how one can be shaken by simple things such as paper and whatever coloured-scribbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-116291442837394243?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/116291442837394243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=116291442837394243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/116291442837394243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/116291442837394243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2006/11/textos-que-falam-comigo.html' title='Textos que falam comigo'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-114453922209005254</id><published>2006-04-08T15:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:35:08.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7478/2144/1600/DSC04388.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7478/2144/320/DSC04388.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surpresas da Natureza e da Fotografia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-114453922209005254?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114453922209005254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=114453922209005254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/114453922209005254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/114453922209005254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2006/04/passagens.html' title='Passagens'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-114453889407388430</id><published>2006-04-08T15:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:28:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrei estas palavras:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Sempre nunca&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sempre&lt;br /&gt;Nunca talvez&lt;br /&gt;Quando puder&lt;br /&gt;Poder quando&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto der&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos cantos&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos entretantos&lt;br /&gt;Que possam querer poder&lt;br /&gt;Para que aconteça&lt;br /&gt;Sempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-114453889407388430?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114453889407388430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=114453889407388430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/114453889407388430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/114453889407388430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2006/04/encontrei-estas-palavras.html' title='Encontrei estas palavras:'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-113926401224027956</id><published>2006-02-06T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:13:32.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citação</title><content type='html'>"Today we're all sick and tired of such play-acting - of constantly repeating the same thing in different words; of trying to give earnest assurances of what everyone was sure of long ago; (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                                                                     A. Pushkin, in &lt;em&gt;Eugene Onegin&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;Está tudo dito e isto foi escrito na primeira metade do séc XIX! Ainda hoje é assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Think of that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-113926401224027956?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/113926401224027956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=113926401224027956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/113926401224027956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/113926401224027956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2006/02/citao.html' title='Citação'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223601.post-113770862121068167</id><published>2006-01-19T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:25:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo, tempo, tempo e ideias</title><content type='html'>Preciso de tempo e de ideias. Por isso, o meu primeiro cometário do meu primeiro blog será assim mesmo, desajeitado e sem fecundidades de... ideais. I need more time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para a próxima será melhor. Mas não desta vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/01/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21223601-113770862121068167?l=pensemnisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/feeds/113770862121068167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21223601&amp;postID=113770862121068167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/113770862121068167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21223601/posts/default/113770862121068167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensemnisso.blogspot.com/2006/01/tempo-tempo-tempo-e-ideias.html' title='Tempo, tempo, tempo e ideias'/><author><name>Ensaios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004074210649799753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mA-2Erqpf4Q/RyU8Z9lFcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/59NiIv1o8Xw/s320/IMG_1993.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
