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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bela iniciativa de alguém que se preocupa com  as questões da Ecologia, Natureza e Direitos Humanos.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visitem o Blog &lt;a href="http://taxustaxus.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;http://taxustaxus.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que se encontra também na barra ao lado "Sites e Blogs".&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O nosso futuro depende do respeito que temos pela Natureza.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passemos a ter uma Educação e Formação de qualidade abraçando as causas ligadas à Ecologia, Natureza e Direitos Humanos.&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/4615980361670631592-2654579771822346164?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2654579771822346164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=2654579771822346164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/2654579771822346164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/2654579771822346164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/07/taxus.html' title='Taxus'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Sms4UW-LvyI/AAAAAAAAANw/n7tWuu_UOKE/s72-c/ecologia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-8299446712186555746</id><published>2009-07-19T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:31:03.387+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>the vegetable orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpfYt7vRHuY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpfYt7vRHuY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.attambur.com/Noticias/20061t/amusicadosVegetais.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.attambur.com/Noticias/20061t/amusicadosVegetais.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-8299446712186555746?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8299446712186555746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8299446712186555746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8299446712186555746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8299446712186555746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/07/vegetable-orchestra.html' title='the vegetable orchestra'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-3437753532097777212</id><published>2009-07-12T13:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:17:37.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natureza'/><title type='text'>Cabra Montês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/SlnSaOg4BSI/AAAAAAAAANI/sM7l9Tz7hUU/s1600-h/2664970.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em 1773 deu-se início à formação do Museu de História Natural, o mais antigo museu português, subdividido em sectores em 1885, de que resultou a constituição de quatro instituições: Zoologia, Botânica, Mineralogia e Geologia, e Antropologia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.ci.uc.pt/museuzoo/"&gt;http://www1.ci.uc.pt/museuzoo/&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/4615980361670631592-764586938290547368?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/764586938290547368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=764586938290547368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/764586938290547368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/764586938290547368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/07/museu-de-historia-natural-de-coimbra.html' title='Museu de História Natural de Coimbra'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/SlnN7AUxQFI/AAAAAAAAANA/sQRk_HkqYRQ/s72-c/5630de0c9debd6f9484e6ad6a907c189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-8854179998726974619</id><published>2009-07-11T16:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:25:59.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natureza'/><title type='text'>Parque Natural de Montesinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Sliu_w9u2cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kKN_FJxhJmE/s1600-h/0_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224167256021442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Sliu_w9u2cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kKN_FJxhJmE/s320/0_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inicia-se uma nova temática, a NATUREZA, afim de sensibilizar os visistantes para a necessidade de a respeitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agradeço a uma pessoa muito especial o facto de me ter despertado para novos valores:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PROTEGER O MEIO AMBIENTE PARA VALORIZAR O HOMEM E OS RECURSOS NATURAIS&lt;/span&gt;
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Tinha seis anos quando deu o seu primeiro recital, no Conservatório de Música daquela cidade.
Não muito tempo depois, com 10 anos, já então sabendo ler partituras, deu o primeiro concerto. A orquestra foi a Sinfónica do Porto, dirigida pelo maestro Silva Pereira.
Parecia encaminhado para uma carreira na música clássica mas assim não foi. Outras experiências lhe estavam reservadas e outra havia de ser a música em que se tornaria conhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diário Digital / Lusa&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/4615980361670631592-6750296681867807821?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6750296681867807821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=6750296681867807821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6750296681867807821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6750296681867807821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/06/homenagem-jose-calvario.html' title='Homenagem a José Calvário'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-4061526648642728276</id><published>2009-04-15T21:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:32:46.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Michel Sardou - L'Aigle Noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69IocdTmWQw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69IocdTmWQw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4615980361670631592-4061526648642728276?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4061526648642728276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=4061526648642728276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4061526648642728276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4061526648642728276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/04/garou-michel-sardou-la-riviere-de-notre.html' title='Michel Sardou - L&apos;Aigle Noir'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-5582634477418541969</id><published>2009-03-31T03:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:50:22.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culinária'/><title type='text'>Receitas 3S (Simples, Saborosas, Saudáveis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMELETTE DE COURGETTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTES para 2 pessoas: &lt;/strong&gt;1 courgette, 2 ovos, azeite, sal e pimenta.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREPARAÇÃO:&lt;/strong&gt; Corte a courgette às rodelas com cerca de 7 mm e coloque-as numa frigideira previamente aquecida com um fio de azeite e deixe alourar até se apresentarem alouradas. Tempre a gosto de sal e pimenta. Deite, sobre as courgettes alouradas dispostas de forma homogénea, os ovos batidos e aguarde até que a omelette se apresente consistente.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bon Apétit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-5582634477418541969?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5582634477418541969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5582634477418541969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5582634477418541969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5582634477418541969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/03/receitas-3s-simples-saborosas-saudaveis_31.html' title='Receitas 3S (Simples, Saborosas, Saudáveis)'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-49888112885649885</id><published>2009-03-31T03:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:48:55.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culinária'/><title type='text'>Receitas 3S (Simples, Saborosas, Saudáveis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COGUMELOS E COURGETTES SALTEADOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTES para 2 pessoas:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 courgette, 1 lata de cogumelos laminados, 1/2 cebola, 2 dentes de alho, azeite, sal, pimenta, e 1/2 limão.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREPARAÇÃO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Deite azeite q.b., a cebola e o alho picados numa frigideira. Deixe alourar. Deite os cogumelos e deixe saltear durante uns minutos. De seguida, deite a courgette cortada aos quartos e deixe saltear tudo até que a courgette se apresente macia. Tempere a gosto com sal e pimenta. No final, regue com o sumo do limão.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bon Apétit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-49888112885649885?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/49888112885649885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=49888112885649885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/49888112885649885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/49888112885649885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/03/receitas-3s-simples-saborosas-saudaveis.html' title='Receitas 3S (Simples, Saborosas, Saudáveis)'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-7467148020876229679</id><published>2009-02-20T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:45:55.846Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Playing For Change: Song Around the World "Stand By Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4615980361670631592-7467148020876229679?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7467148020876229679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=7467148020876229679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7467148020876229679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7467148020876229679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-for-change-song-around-world.html' title='Playing For Change: Song Around the World &quot;Stand By Me&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-5167868186099245696</id><published>2008-11-04T22:26:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:25:13.681Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Billy Joel - In The Middle Of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEfz7uNW-_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEfz7uNW-_M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meio da noite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo, o que eu preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre precisei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo o que eu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo o que eu sonhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;És tudo o que eu preciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rainha da noite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mãe da ilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui eu me perdi, aqui eu me despenhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui quebrei o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi no meio da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que erraste e eu errei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi no meio da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que eu me apaixonei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Solidão já era adita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Furaste as malhas da ferida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No meio da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quebraste o meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conheci a desilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas de rosa te pintei, pintei e continuei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuei pelas malhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuaste a querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ir pelo podre da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu aprender a morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu fui um errante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas só quis ser amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dei-te a mais bela lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E recebi a deusa nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossible Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-5167868186099245696?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5167868186099245696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5167868186099245696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5167868186099245696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5167868186099245696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/billy-joel-in-middle-of-night.html' title='Billy Joel - In The Middle Of The Night'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-1370934701053427960</id><published>2008-11-04T22:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:10:23.745Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>O Último Respiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IG1ta0yfV_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IG1ta0yfV_A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nimpossibleprince.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-ltimo-respiro.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;O último respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fiz as malas e parti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comecei uma nova luta e segui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quis um novo caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E assim fiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na última noite eu caminhei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem a tua sombra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem a escuridão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem lua e sem ilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A última vez que te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Constatei… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdi a inocência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdi o meu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdi a coerência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De como sentir a dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A última vez que te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonhei… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eras só aquele corpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aquele abraço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aquela protecção, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aquele desejo, aquela paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ganhei nova luz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ganhei cor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem desilusão, sem medo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem passado nem segredo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A última vez que te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amei… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assim fizemos amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assim foi a despedida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apenas no sonho, na ilusão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foi perfeito, o deixar a escuridão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A última vez que te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pequei… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pequei por amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pequei por sonhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pequei, não matei o petiz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pequei, por não ser, eu, feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A última vez que te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Respirei, sonhei, aprendi, fiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comecei a despedir, encontrei a verdade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comecei a aceitar, a respirar a saudade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Petiz se foi, o coração bateu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O último respiro para crescer, morreu e renasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/peTTF2AF4Hg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/peTTF2AF4Hg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Primeiro Passo

Existe sempre um primeiro passo
para perdoar, para amar, para abraçar...
Dá-se o primeiro passo também
para errar, para ofender, para magoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É neste exato momento que precisamos observar
quais destes passos realmente valem a pena.
Talvez um novo amor, uma nova aventura,
ou mesmo um novo desafio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se valerem a pena, por que não?
Por que não se arriscar, avançando em direção ao ideal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas se no fim das contas, a avaliação for negativa,
o melhor mesmo é não andar.
Nenhum passo deve ser dado,
pois é preferível ficar parado a andar na direção errada.
Isto é perder-se.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cláudia Banegas&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/4615980361670631592-3405096549334796967?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3405096549334796967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=3405096549334796967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/3405096549334796967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/3405096549334796967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/09/claude-michel-schonberg-le-premier-pas.html' title='Claude Michel Schonberg - Le Premier Pas'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-5393922870165878848</id><published>2008-07-23T04:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:43:24.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinião'/><title type='text'>Oração de um professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ajudai Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;este espírito irrequieto,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a ter a paciencia necessária&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para suportar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;estas inertes horas de vigilância,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;em que o tempo não pára&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;antes parece que se ausenta,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deixando-nos órfãos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;neste limbo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que não é nem o vácuo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nem a eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-5393922870165878848?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5393922870165878848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5393922870165878848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5393922870165878848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5393922870165878848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-6993340797037634044</id><published>2008-07-01T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:00:51.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Moby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CepTwfqzNGI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CepTwfqzNGI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moby.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.moby.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-6993340797037634044?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6993340797037634044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=6993340797037634044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6993340797037634044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6993340797037634044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/07/moby.html' title='Moby'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-8321720021097284693</id><published>2008-06-06T03:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:40:21.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Classificados</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M72a4sm1Yg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M72a4sm1Yg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os Classificados são uma nova banda do Porto que edita o seu primeiro álbum a 28 de Abril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inspirado nas reveladoras páginas dos jornais com o mesmo nome "Classificados", desfilam ao longo das onze canções, personagens do nosso imaginário urbano. O primeiro single chama-se "Rosa", e retrata o acto solitário de um homem que escreve o nome da mulher amada por toda a cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O primeiro álbum foi finalizado em Nova Iorque, nas mãos do experiente engenheiro de masterização George Marino, que tem o seu nome associado a projectos como os Coldplay, Jimi Hendrix, Lenny Kravitz e tantos outros.&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/4615980361670631592-8321720021097284693?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8321720021097284693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8321720021097284693&amp;isPopup=true' 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term='Música'/><title type='text'>Barry White</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aS2Fve72AZg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aS2Fve72AZg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_White"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-3099114859661342700?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3099114859661342700/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-985177717900223085</id><published>2008-05-06T11:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:31:15.098+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dança'/><title type='text'>Momix</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CpJTgDaaGMU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOMIX é uma companhia de dançarinos-ilusionistas conhecida internacionalmente pela apresentação de trabalhos de extrema beleza física e criatividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao longo de 25 anos, MOMIX tem sido conhecida e galardoada pela capacidade de criar um mundo surrealista usando luzes, sombras, humor, música e... o corpo humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Preparem-se para ficarem deslumbrados, maravilhados e até mesmo arrepiados com esta pequena obra-de-arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A música é cantada por Renato Zero e chama-se: "Il migliori anni della nostra "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joaquim Jorge dos Santos&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/4615980361670631592-985177717900223085?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/985177717900223085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=985177717900223085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/985177717900223085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/985177717900223085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/05/momix.html' title='Momix'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-5961235759432130483</id><published>2008-05-06T11:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:12:00.163+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Riverdance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3r4xYqhc3Ns&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3r4xYqhc3Ns&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/4615980361670631592-5961235759432130483?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5961235759432130483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5961235759432130483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5961235759432130483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5961235759432130483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/05/riverdance.html' title='Riverdance'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-823070735153504735</id><published>2008-05-05T13:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:09:49.048+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>George Harrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvH6fxP5hMo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VvH6fxP5hMo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://georgeharrison.com/"&gt;http://georgeharrison.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Espectáculo de  homenagem ao George Harrison, dois anos após a sua morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No violão, Eric Clapton, no outro violão, o filho de Harrison (que aliás é a reencarnação  do pai), no piano, Paul McCartney, na 1ª  bateria,  Ringo Star, na segunda, Phill Collins, na guitarra, Tom Petty, no órgão e  vocal, Billy Preston. Talvez, na outra  guitarra, o Peter Frampton. Estrelas da 1ª galáxia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem ainda não viu este  DVD, vale a pena. 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Gerard Lenorman - Solitaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mr4KAo1a8c8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mr4KAo1a8c8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gérard Lenorman (born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="February 9" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1945" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1945"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="France" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Singer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.
Lenorman was born at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Château de Bénouville" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%A2teau_de_B%C3%A9nouville"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Château de Bénouville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Calvados" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calvados"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Calvados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Normandy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Normandy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Normandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) when it was a maternity hospital. He is the son of Madeleine Lenormand and an unknown German soldier. Lenorman has four children: Mathieu, Justine, Clémence and Victor. He released his first album in 1968.
In 1988 he represented France in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Eurovision Song Contest" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurovision_Song_Contest"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eurovision Song Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dublin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dublin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dublin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ireland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ireland"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, reaching tenth place with Chanteur de charme. Lenorman was very popular in France and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Francophonie" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francophonie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Francophonie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, during the 1970s and early 1980s. In 1994, a compilation of his hits went gold in France. In 2007, he released a biography entitled Je suis né à vingt ans ("I was born at the age of 20") in which the singer explains the unknown identity of his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gerard-lenorman.com/"&gt;http://www.gerard-lenorman.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-6671894676442765129?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6671894676442765129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=6671894676442765129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6671894676442765129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6671894676442765129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/02/gerard-lenorman-solitaire.html' title='Gerard Lenorman - Solitaire'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-212012026349156111</id><published>2008-02-17T04:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:26:34.373Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Filarmónica Gil</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhCYsIlTxWU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhCYsIlTxWU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/4615980361670631592-212012026349156111?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/212012026349156111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=212012026349156111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/212012026349156111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/212012026349156111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/02/filarmnica-gil.html' title='Filarmónica Gil'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-8371832120830908619</id><published>2008-02-15T16:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:34:33.478Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Amistades Peligrosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZVfpMpBjk4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZVfpMpBjk4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amistades Peligrosas was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Spain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spain"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; band formed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1989" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1989"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by singers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Alberto Comesaña" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Alberto_Comesa%C3%B1a&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alberto Comesaña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Galicia (Spain)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galicia_%28Spain%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Galicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cristina del Valle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cristina_del_Valle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cristina del Valle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Asturias" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asturias"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Asturias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Their music blended two Spanish Music types such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Celtic music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtic_music"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Arab" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; which is part of Spanish history and culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bagpipes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bagpipes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bagpipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Flute" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flute"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;flute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bouzouki" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bouzouki"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bouzouki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are common instruments used by the band. Amistades Peligrosas disbanded in July 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&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/4615980361670631592-8371832120830908619?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8371832120830908619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8371832120830908619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8371832120830908619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8371832120830908619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/02/amistades-peligrosas.html' title='Amistades Peligrosas'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-4895501988480858447</id><published>2008-01-26T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:31:51.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Boney M</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvDMlk3kSYg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvDMlk3kSYg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.maiziewilliams.com&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/4615980361670631592-4895501988480858447?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4895501988480858447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=4895501988480858447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4895501988480858447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4895501988480858447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/01/boney-m.html' title='Boney M'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-2869153915334992919</id><published>2008-01-26T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:01:56.819Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Louis de Funès - 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Louis de Funès est un des acteurs comiques les plus célèbres du cinéma français d’après-guerre. Toutefois, le succès fut long à se dessiner et ce n'est qu'après presque vingt ans sur les planches et devant les caméras, que la carrière de l’acteur s’emballe au début des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1960" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/AnnÃ©es_1960"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;années soixante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; grâce à son personnage comique. Ce personnage irascible, autoritaire, râleur, tout en mimique et énergie fera de lui le champion incontesté du &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Box-office" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Box-office"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;box-office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; français des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1960" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/AnnÃ©es_1960"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;années 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1970" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/AnnÃ©es_1970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-5951879211736894346?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5951879211736894346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5951879211736894346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5951879211736894346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5951879211736894346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/01/louis-de-funs.html' title='Louis de Funès'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-8082644363089415990</id><published>2008-01-21T17:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:59:53.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lugares'/><title type='text'>Lugares secretos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJfLTnNfPsw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJfLTnNfPsw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/4615980361670631592-8082644363089415990?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8082644363089415990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8082644363089415990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8082644363089415990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8082644363089415990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2008/01/lugares-secretos.html' title='Lugares secretos'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-1126586115285323348</id><published>2008-01-21T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:33:01.586Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedagogia'/><title type='text'>Burrhus Frederic Skinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BBGyZGEfY8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BBGyZGEfY8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Burrhus Frederic Skinner (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Susquehanna" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Susquehanna&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Susquehanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pensilvânia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensilv%C3%A2nia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pensilvânia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="20 de Março" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/20_de_Mar%C3%A7o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20 de Março&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1904" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1904"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1904&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cambridge (Massachusetts)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambridge_%28Massachusetts%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="18 de Agosto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/18_de_Agosto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18 de Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1990" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) foi um autor e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Psicologia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicologia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;psicólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Estados Unidos da América" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos_da_Am%C3%A9rica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;estadunidense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Ele conduziu trabalhos pioneiros em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Psicologia experimental" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicologia_experimental"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;psicologia experimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e foi o propositor do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Behaviorismo Radical" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behaviorismo_Radical"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Behaviorismo Radical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, abordagem que busca entender o comportamento em função das interrelações entre história filogenética e ambiental do indivíduo. Ele também escreveu trabalhos controversos nos quais advoga o uso de técnicas para a modificação de comportamento (principalmente o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Condicionamento operante" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condicionamento_operante"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;condicionamento operante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) com o intuito de melhorar a sociedade e tornar o homem mais feliz. Contudo, a maior originalidade de seu trabalho (pouco reconhecida) é o tratamento dado à subjetividade humana, analisada segundo factores histórico-ambientais envolvidos com o chamado comportamento verbal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-1126586115285323348?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1126586115285323348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=1126586115285323348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtlgR6AI5CY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Très jeune, il est fasciné par l'« American way of life », tel qu'il est dépeint dans les films qu'il va souvent voir au cinéma.
Vers ses 8 ans, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Édith Piaf" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89dith_Piaf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Édith Piaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; et &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gilbert Bécaud" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilbert_B%C3%A9caud"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gilbert Bécaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; sont ses premières idoles, bientôt supplantés par le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blues" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blues"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, véritable révélation pour l'adolescent : il découvre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Robert Johnson" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Johnson"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; et surtout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="John Lee Hooker" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lee_Hooker"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;John Lee Hooker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. À la fin des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1950" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann%C3%A9es_1950"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;années 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, comme bien des gens de sa génération (celle du baby-boom de l'après-guerre), il est alors marqué par &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Elvis Presley" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elvis_Presley"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; et &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="James Dean" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Dean"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;James Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, tout en développant une passion sincère pour le rock des pionniers de la maison Sun et le blues (il reconnaîtra avoir également été influencé par &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Georges Brassens" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Brassens"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Georges Brassens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;).
Ayant trouvé sa vocation (de son propre aveu, il ne sera qu'un médiocre écolier), il fonde un groupe amateur appelé « Danny Baby et les Hooligans », où il chante le plus souvent en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chanter en yaourt" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chanter_en_yaourt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yaourt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; (du faux anglais) tout en s'accompagnant à la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guitare" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitare"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;guitare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Après son service militaire, il entame une carrière de chanteur en solo. En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1963" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1963"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1963&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il enregistre son premier 45 tours sur le label de la célèbre salle parisienne, Golf Drouot. Reviens Sophie, inspirée par la musique noire américaine passe totalement inaperçu.
En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1965" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1965"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il devient une vedette avec la ballade Aline, chronologiquement un des premiers slows de l'été en France avec le J'entends siffler le train de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Richard Anthony" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Anthony"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Richard Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Le succès colossal de ce titre (il s'en vendra un million d'exemplaires) dont il a écrit paroles et musiques lui vaudra quelque temps plus tard un procès pour plagiat du chanteur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jacky Moulière" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacky_Mouli%C3%A8re"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacky Moulière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, qu'il perdra mais gagnera en appel à la fin des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1970" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann%C3%A9es_1970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;années 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
D'autres succès suivront à un rythme plus ou moins régulier : Les Marionnettes, J'ai entendu la mer ou Excusez-moi, Monsieur le professeur.
Grisé par sa réussite, il vit alors à cent à l'heure, au propre et au figuré, ses démêlés avec la maréchaussée parisienne pour excès de vitesse au volant de ses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ferrari Testarossa" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferrari_Testarossa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ferrari Testarossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; et &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lamborghini" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamborghini"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamborghini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; faisant partie intégrante de sa légende. Séducteur impénitent, il a une liaison avec la chanteuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Michèle Torr" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mich%C3%A8le_Torr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michèle Torr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, qui aura de lui un fils appelé Romain né le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="18 juin" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/18_juin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;18 juin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1967" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; — quatre ans plus tard, il épousera Véronique (demi-soeur d'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alain Kan" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_Kan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alain Kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;), avec laquelle il aura une fille appelée Lucie.
En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1967" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il signe la bande originale du film La Route de Salina, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Georges Lautner" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Lautner"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Georges Lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, sa seule incursion dans le domaine cinématographique jusqu'à présent.
Au début des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1970" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann%C3%A9es_1970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;années 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, sa popularité fléchit pendant une courte période, durant laquelle il se laisse pousser une moustache qui, avec sa longue chevelure blonde, peaufinera son image de latin lover et représente accessoirement un hommage à l'industriel italien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Enzo Ferrari" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enzo_Ferrari"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enzo Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Le déclic se produit à nouveau pour Christophe lorsque son producteur Francis Dreyfus lui adjoint les services du jeune parolier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jean-Michel Jarre" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Michel_Jarre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jean-Michel Jarre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, avec lequel il écrit l'album Les Paradis perdus, très influencé par le rock anglo-saxon de l'époque (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pink Floyd" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lou Reed" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lou_Reed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lou Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;).
En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1973" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1973"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il voulait mourir, comme le démontre cet extrait de l'album Les Paradis Perdus :
À chaque pas la nuit tombe
Sur mes cheveux collés
Dans ces phares qui éclairent
Ma guitare mouillée
Même la mort
Est trempée
Je veux partir avant que vienne l'heure
Je quitterai ce monde qui se meurt
Je veux mourir avant longtemps
Loin de ce bruit loin de ces gens
Je n'ai pas eu le temps de vivre
Le succès est à nouveau au rendez-vous, la réussite de leur association étant concrétisée en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1975" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1975"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; par l'album et le 45 tours Les Mots bleus, un des sommets de la carrière de Christophe, qui lui permettra de renouveler son public. Il se produit alors à l'Olympia à guichets fermés. Christophe a délaissé son look de jeune homme « comme il faut » des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1960" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann%C3%A9es_1960"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;années 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, pour revêtir la panoplie du dandy légèrement décadent chantant d'un air détaché le Dernier des Bevilacqua ou le tube Señorita. Dans un moment de vide intérieur, de son propre aveu, il dérape alors et tombe pour une courte période dans la drogue.
En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1978" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1978"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il publie un de ses albums les plus audacieux, Le Beau Bizarre, qui n'aura pas le succès de ses prédécesseurs mais lui vaudra les louanges de la critique. Les textes sont alors signés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bob Decout" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Decout"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob Decout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Il collaborera ensuite avec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Boris Bergman" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Bergman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boris Bergman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; pour Samourai et avec son beau-frère Alan Z Kan pour Pas vu, pas pris. Entre-temps, à la demande de sa femme Véronique, Christophe ressort en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1980" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1980"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; le 45 tours Aline et aligne trois millions et demi de ventes, à sa grande surprise.
En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1983" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1983"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, son troisième plus gros succès en simple sera à nouveau une ballade, Succès Fous, dont il vend quelques 600 000 copies et qui achèvera de le cataloguer (à tort) comme chanteur pour midinettes. Par la suite, son rythme de travail ne cessera de se ralentir : il publie un album d'adaptations de standards anglo-saxons des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1940" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann%C3%A9es_1940"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;années 1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1950" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1950"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; (Clichés d'amour), des 45 tours (Ne raccroche pas, qui se veut un clin-d'œil à l'adresse de la jeune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stéphanie de Monaco" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/St%C3%A9phanie_de_Monaco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stéphanie de Monaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;) mais ne fait plus de scène. Il se consacre alors essentiellement à ses collections de juke-boxes, de disques rares et de grands films — sa cinéphilie était bien connue du directeur de la Cinémathèque française, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Henri Langlois" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Langlois"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Henri Langlois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, à qui il prêta une copie originale de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="La Strada" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Strada"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;La Strada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Federico Fellini" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_Fellini"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Federico Fellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Mélomane averti, il se tient toujours au courant des dernières nouveautés, afin notamment d'actualiser sa propre musique. Perfectionniste jusqu'à la maniaquerie, il peut passer un an à travailler sur le son d'une simple partie de batterie !
Après un 45 tours passé à peu près inaperçu Chiqué chiqué en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1988" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, Christophe change de maison de disques en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1995" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1995"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. De Motors, il passe chez Epic, une division de Sony.
En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1996" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/1996"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il publie un album ambitieux mais qui ne fera guère parler de lui, Bevilacqua, où on l'entend en duo avec son idole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="en:Alan_Vega" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Vega"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;en: Alan Vega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; du groupe américain « Suicide ». Véritable disque d'ambiance, Bevilacqua surprend par sa modernité : Christophe y est lui-même et ne ressemble plus au dandy crooner des &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Années 1970" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann%C3%A9es_1970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;années 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Très intéressé par la techno et les synthétiseurs, attiré par les nombreuses possibilités qu'offrent les ordinateurs, Christophe a pendant de longs mois bricolé et travaillé voix, sons et musique au studio situé dans sa résidence. Ses chansons ne sont pas écrites sur le modèle couplet-refrain-couplet, elles témoignent plutôt d'un esprit torturé, labyrinthique. Cinq ans plus tard, Comm' si la terre penchait connaîtra un meilleur accueil, même si on est encore loin des scores de vente passés. Il annonce alors son retour sur scène (où il ne s'était pas produit depuis 26 ans) et donne une série de magnifiques concerts à l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Olympia (Paris)" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olympia_%28Paris%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olympia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, s'étant entouré d'un excellent groupe pour recréer ses titres les plus célèbres. Le disque Christophe Live à l'Olympia publié l'année suivante et le DVD témoignent parfaitement de cette magie retrouvée. En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2004" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il chante en duo avec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alain Bashung" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_Bashung"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alain Bashung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; sur la scène de l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Élysée Montmartre" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89lys%C3%A9e_Montmartre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Élysée Montmartre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Les Mots bleus et Amsterdam. En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mars 2005" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mars_2005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mars 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, il apparaît sur la scène de l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Théâtre national de l'Opéra-Comique" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%A9%C3%A2tre_national_de_l%27Op%C3%A9ra-Comique"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Opéra-Comique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; pour offrir à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Brigitte Fontaine" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brigitte_Fontaine"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brigitte Fontaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; une interprétation inoubliable de la chanson Hollywood (paroles de B. Fontaine, musique de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Areski Belkacem" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Areski_Belkacem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Areski Belkacem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;). En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2007" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, Christophe chante L'un dans l'autre sur l'album Arkhangelsk du trompettiste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Erik Truffaz" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Truffaz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Erik Truffaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, morceau dont il a écrit les paroles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-6794515527458277475?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RzRRDl92YYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/M72k7sq-EF8/s1600-h/CAL88NPD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130814997654823298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RzRRDl92YYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/M72k7sq-EF8/s320/CAL88NPD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;James Joseph Brown Jr., ou simplesmente James Brown, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Condado de Barnwell" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condado_de_Barnwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Barnwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Carolina do Sul" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carolina_do_Sul"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carolina do Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="3 de Maio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/3_de_Maio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1933" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1933"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1933&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Atlanta" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlanta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Geórgia (EUA)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/GeÃ³rgia_(EUA)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geórgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="25 de Dezembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/25_de_Dezembro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;25 de Dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;) foi um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vocal" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cantor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Compositor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compositor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;compositor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Produtor musical" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Produtor_musical"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;produtor musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Estados Unidos da América" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos_da_AmÃ©rica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;norte-americano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; reconhecido como uma das figuras mais influentes do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Século XX" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/SÃ©culo_XX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;século XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; na música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nascido na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Carolina do Sul" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carolina_do_Sul"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carolina do Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, foi um prolífico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Letrista" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letrista"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;letrista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e produtor musical, foi o principal impulsionador da evolução do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gospel" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gospel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rhythm and blues" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhythm_and_blues"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;rhythm and blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; para o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Soul" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Funk" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;funk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, sendo a invenção deste último género creditada a ele. Também deixou a sua marca noutros géneros musicais, incluindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rock" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jazz" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Reggae" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reggae"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;reggae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Música disco" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/MÃºsica_disco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hip-hop" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip-hop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hip-hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e na música dançante e eletrónica em geral.
Foi abandonado aos 4 anos pelos seus pais e deixado aos cuidados de parentes e amigos. Cresceu nas ruas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Augusta" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augusta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Augusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Geórgia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/GeÃ³rgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geórgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;), onde cantava e dançava para pagar o quarto de um bordel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos 16 anos, passou três anos num reformatório por roubar carros.
Durante os anos 60, lançou canções tais como "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="I Got You (I Feel Good)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Got_You_(I_Feel_Good)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Got You (I Feel Good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;", "Get Up (I Feel Like Being a Sex Machine)" e "I'm Black and I'm Proud".
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1988" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, foi condenado a seis anos por posse de drogas e armas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A sua carreira de músico profissional iniciou-se em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1953" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1953"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1953&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, atingindo a fama no fim da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Década de 1950" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/DÃ©cada_de_1950"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;década de 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e início da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Década de 1960" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/DÃ©cada_de_1960"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;década de 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, graças à força das suas performances ao vivo e a uma sequência de grandes sucessos. Apesar de numerosos problemas pessoais e alguns insucessos, ele continuou a produzir sucessos nas duas décadas seguintes. Nas décadas de 1960 e 1970, Brown era uma presença em assuntos políticos norte-americanos, especialmente no activismo a favor dos negros e dos pobres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;James Brown morreu aos 73 anos a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="25 de dezembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/25_de_dezembro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;25 de dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, em Atlanta, Geógia, EUA, após internamento devido a severa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pneumonia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumonia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-7660920504391940111?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7660920504391940111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=7660920504391940111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7660920504391940111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7660920504391940111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/11/james-brown.html' title='James Brown'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RzRRDl92YYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/M72k7sq-EF8/s72-c/CAL88NPD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-6057237035392092800</id><published>2007-11-04T05:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:18:47.470Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Mew - 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&lt;a href="http://www.jbmaunier.net/fr/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.jbmaunier.net/fr/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-4855852446905245643?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4855852446905245643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=4855852446905245643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4855852446905245643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4855852446905245643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/11/jean-baptiste-maunier.html' title='Jean-Baptiste Maunier'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-6802518815533747620</id><published>2007-10-23T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:23.456Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carros'/><title type='text'>Carro do Povo - 1.ª Parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O KDF-WAGEN&lt;/strong&gt;
A Kraft durch Freude, que pode ser traduzido como "Força pela Alegria", a organização para os tempos livres da DAF - Deutsche Arbeitsfront, a Frente Alemã do Trabalho, a grande organização corporativa do regime nazi, foi quem mandou construir a fábrica de Wolfsburg, onde foi produzido o "carro do povo". &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rx05M5Ln1GI/AAAAAAAAAFI/88229v9QNyw/s1600-h/ph-kdfwagen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124314844688274530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rx05M5Ln1GI/AAAAAAAAAFI/88229v9QNyw/s320/ph-kdfwagen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tudo começou em 1934 quando Hitler encomendou ao engenheiro austríaco Ferdinand Porsche o desenvolvimento de um pequeno automóvel "para o povo".
Porsche tinha sido director técnico da Daimler-Benz, mas no começo dos anos 30 tinha-se estabelecido por conta própria como designer de automóveis desportivos e de competição, em Stutgart, no sul da Alemanha. Um dos seus projectos era o de desenvolver um carro pequeno que fosse, ao mesmo tempo, barato e económico; um «carro popular», que em alemão se dizia Volkswagen. O primeiro estudo foi realizado em 1931 para a Zundapp, e o protótipo, com o nome de tipo 12, foi produzido no ano seguinte, mas abandonado. Em 1932, o projecto foi reaproveitado a pedido da NSU, mas também acabou por ser abandonado. Em 1933, Hitler abordou Porsche, que conhecia desde 1924, sobre a realização de um carro popular e pediu-lhe a apresentação de projectos. Porsche, entre outros, apresentou um projecto com base numa plataforma com suspensão dianteira e traseira com barras de torção, com um motor de 4 cilindros arrefecido a ar, por meio de uma turbina movimentada pela árvore do dínamo. A carroçaria baseava-se nos carros de corrida Bentz e no Tropfenwagen de Rumpler, um carro em forma de gota de água. Foi este projecto que Hitler apoiou em 1934, e que foi formalmente contratado com a Reichverband der Automobilindustrie (RDA), a associação industrial da indústria automóvel.
O carro que foi encomendado tinha que ter como características, um motor traseiro de 986 cc, de 26 cavalos, uma velocidade máxima de 100 km/hora, não pesar mais de 650 kg, ser refrigerado a ar, e consumir 7 litros aos cem quilómetros. Imitando a solução encontrada pela Ford, com o seu modelo T, o Volkswagen, também só seria fabricado numa única cor - um azul escuro acinzentado, quase preto. Os primeiros protótipos foram terminados em fins de 1935, sendo baptizados com o código VW1 e VW2. Os primeiros ensaios em estrada foram realizados de Outubro a Dezembro de 1936, com base em três protótipos, e depois de estes serem analisados por uma comissão de admissão à produção, composta por representantes de todos os construtores de automóveis alemães, o projecto foi aceite.
Em 1937 e 1938 foram fabricados à mão, pela Mercedes-Benz, por ordem expressa de Hitler, duas séries de protótipos, conhecidos pelo nome de VW38. Uma primeira série de 30 e posteriormente uma nova série de 60, que realizam ensaios de avaliação em grande escala.
Foi em 1938 que se decidiu construir uma fábrica para produção dos Volkswagen. O local escolhido foi a propriedade do conde von Schulenburg, o castelo de Wolfsburg, em Fallersleben na Baixa-Saxónia, a 80 km da cidade de Hanovre. A empresa que iria produzir o novo carro foi registada, em 28 de Maio de 1938, com o nome Gesellschaft zur Vorbereitung des Volkswagens (GEZUVOR) - Companhia para o desenvolvimento do Volkswagen, que foi mudado para Volkswagenwerk GmbH em Outubro seguinte.
A fábrica foi lançada por Hitler em 26 de Maio de 1938, sendo aí apresentados os protótipos definitivos, de pré-produção, um dos quais era descapotável e outro com um amplo tecto de abrir. O New York Times de 3 de Julho descrevia-o ironicamente dando-lhe o nome de «Beetle» - Carocha. A sua apresentação ao grande público deu-se no Salão Automóvel de Berlim de 1939, com o nome de Kdf Wagen - o Carro Força pela Alegria! Ao mesmo tempo que se construía a fábrica criava-se uma cidade que teve o nome provisório de Stadt des KdF-Wagens - Cidade do carro Força pela Alegria.
O preço estabelecido foi de 990 Reich Mark's, mais 200 marcos para o pagamento dos seguros, num total de quase 1.200 marcos, divididos em pagamentos semanais de 5 marcos. O contrato previa a possibilidade de rescisão, mas a empresa seria indemnizada com 20% do capital pago, não se obrigando a um prazo de entrega, mesmo que o carro já tivesse sido pago.Em finais de 1938 havia 150.000 contratos realizados, que chegaram, em Novembro de 1940, aos 300.000, mas nenhum "Volkswagen" foi entregue a particulares. Entre Maio de 1938 e Setembro de 1939 foram fabricados, à mão, 215 exemplares, sendo que o primeiro destinado à venda saiu da fábrica em 15 de Agosto de 1939. Estes exemplares foram todos entregues a dignitários nazis. A produção em série só começou em Julho de 1941, sendo produzidos ao todo 41 modelos, devido a que a produção se centrava na produção dos modelos militares. Quando em Agosto de 1944 a fábrica foi integrada na indústria de armamento alemã, sobretudo para produzir os foguetes V1, e a produção dos KdF-Wagen foi terminada, tinham sido produzidos, ao todo, 630 exemplares.
O primeiro modelo militar, construído na fábrica da Kdf, foi um carro para oficiais, com tracção às quatro rodas e um chassis mais elevado, que teve o nome de Kommandeurwagen, e de que foram construídos 667 exemplares. O modelo tinha boas qualidades em todo-o-terreno, mas a sua prestação em estrada era má, por falta de tracção. Foi o carro que voltou a ser fabricado em 1946, quando a fábrica, destruída durante a guerra, começou a produzir novamente.
O Kubelwagen, o modelo seguinte teve muito mais sucesso, tendo sido produzidos 50.788 exemplares. Foi, de facto, o Jeep alemão, nem que seja pelo facto de a carroçaria ser fabricada por uma companhia americana, a Ambi-Budd de Berlim. Devido a ter o motor arrefecido por ar, podia ser usado em qualquer região do mundo, tanto no Árctico como no Norte de África. Em 1944 o motor de 984 cc foi substituído por um de 1.131 cc, o motor que será usado nos primeiros "Carochas" produzidos no pós-guerra. Este modelo voltou a ser produzido nos anos 60, tanto numa versão militar, como numa civil, sendo conhecido nos Estados Unidos por "The Thing" - A Coisa!
A outra versão militar, e a última, produzida durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial foi o Schwimmwagen. Veículo anfíbio produzido a partir de 1942, com uma carroçaria completamente estanque, o "Schwimmwagen" era um bom veículo de reconhecimento, devido a ser também um veículo todo-o-terreno. O carro foi desenhado pelo filho do Eng. Porsche, também chamado Fernando, e conhecido pelo diminuitivo Ferry. A Direcção de Material das forças militares das SS - as Waffen-SS, tinha solicitado à empresa de Porsche um projecto para a produção de uma moto com o motor do Kdf-wagen, que tivesse capacidades para todo-o-terreno.
O Schwimmwagen, usando o motor de 1.131 cc que será utilizado depois no Kubelwagen, foi fabricado até 1944, tendo sido produzidos 14.283 veículos.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27 de Julho de 1990, 16:00 GMT. O Citroen 2CV junta-se às fileiras das "lendas automóveis fora de produção" quando o ultimo automóvel foi produzido na fábrica Portuguesa e a linha de montagem parou. Durante mais de 40 anos, o 2CV e uma grande variedade de modelos derivados foram conhecidos por todo o mundo. 5515015 unidades (saloon/sedan e van/wagon) foram produzidas em mais de 15 países, incluindo Argentina, Bélgica, Chile, Portugal e Irão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwpvandenbergh.nl/2cv-history-7/2cvpo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.nwpvandenbergh.nl/2cv-history-7/2cvpo.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-8930469156658284334?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8930469156658284334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8930469156658284334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8930469156658284334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8930469156658284334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/citroen-2cv.html' title='Citroen 2CV'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rx0tcpLn1DI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C_5tZRkBpVM/s72-c/2cv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-873918732948757428</id><published>2007-10-22T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:30:04.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Gilles Lipovetsky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gilles Lipovetsky (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Millau" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millau"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Millau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="24 de setembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_de_setembro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1944" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1944"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Filósofo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/FilÃ³sofo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;filósofo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="França" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/FranÃ§a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, professor de filosofia da Universidade de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Grenoble" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grenoble"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grenoble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, teórico da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hipermodernidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hipermodernidade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hipermodernidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, autor dos livros O luxo eterno e O império do efêmero.
Em suas principais obras, principalmente em "A Era do Vazio", analisa uma sociedade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pós-modernidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/PÃ³s-modernidade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pós-moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, marcada, segundo ele, por um desinvestimento público, pela perda de sentido das grandes instituições morais, sociais e políticas, e por uma cultura aberta que caracteriza a regulação "cool" das relações humanas, marcadas por tolerância, hedonismo, personalização dos processos de socialização e pela coexistência pacífico-lúdica dos antagonismos - violência e convívio, modernismo e "retrô", ambientalismo e consumo desbagrado, etc.
O autor irá retornar a esse assunto, tratando de maneira mais ampla essas visões da sociedade, ao referir-se à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hipermodernidade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hipermodernidade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hipermodernidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, em "Os tempos hipermodernos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-873918732948757428?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/873918732948757428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=873918732948757428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/873918732948757428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/873918732948757428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/gilles-lipovetsky.html' title='Gilles Lipovetsky'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-4360670200534913055</id><published>2007-10-16T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:38:28.516+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Públio Siro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Públio Siro. (&lt;a title="85 a.C." href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/85_a.C."&gt;85 a.C.&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="43 a.C." href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/43_a.C."&gt;43 a.C.&lt;/a&gt;), escritor latino da &lt;a title="Roma antiga" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roma_antiga"&gt;Roma antiga&lt;/a&gt;. Também conhecido como Publilio Sirio, ou como Publilius Syrius ou Publio Sirio, ou Publius Syrius ou Publilio Siro ou Publilii Syri). Era nativo na &lt;a title="Síria" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%ADria"&gt;Síria&lt;/a&gt; e foi feito &lt;a title="Escravo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escravo"&gt;escravo&lt;/a&gt; e enviado para a &lt;a title="Itália" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%C3%A1lia"&gt;Itália&lt;/a&gt;, mas graças ao seu talento, ganhou o favor de seu senhor, que o libertou e o educou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"A juventude deve ser domada com a razão, não com a força"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Dificilmente a divindade concede amor e sabedoria"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ninguém conhece as suas próprias capacidades enquanto não as colocar à prova"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"À pobreza faltam muitas coisas, à avareza falta tudo"&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"É melhor ser ignorante de alguma coisa do que aprendê-la mal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-4360670200534913055?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4360670200534913055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=4360670200534913055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4360670200534913055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4360670200534913055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/pblio-siro.html' title='Públio Siro'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-7900150833988369703</id><published>2007-10-16T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:23.867Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Fetos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxURaZLn1BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mCiag6LBvWk/s1600-h/54642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122019296337712146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxURaZLn1BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mCiag6LBvWk/s320/54642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Francisco José Marques&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/4615980361670631592-7900150833988369703?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7900150833988369703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=7900150833988369703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7900150833988369703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7900150833988369703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/fetos.html' title='Fetos'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxURaZLn1BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mCiag6LBvWk/s72-c/54642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-7590997916229636125</id><published>2007-10-16T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:24.028Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Solidariedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxUO2pLn1AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XdA_fe_dOOg/s1600-h/992348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122016483134133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxUO2pLn1AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XdA_fe_dOOg/s320/992348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Artur Franco&lt;/span&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/4615980361670631592-7590997916229636125?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7590997916229636125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=7590997916229636125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7590997916229636125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7590997916229636125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/solidariedade.html' title='Solidariedade'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxUO2pLn1AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XdA_fe_dOOg/s72-c/992348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-4029592102714952892</id><published>2007-10-16T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:16:42.221+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinião'/><title type='text'>Igreja sem Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por Cristo, Sem Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Devo começar por dizer, para deixar a minha posição clara, que acredito em Cristo. Acredito na sua mensagem, e nesse sentido, considero-me cristão, embora já não tenha certezas quanto a sua transcendência. Acredito na mensagem de Cristo mas não acredito na Igreja; defendo até a sua auto-extinção, pois penso que a sua postura no mundo apenas afasta o Homem de Cristo.
A distância da Igreja com Cristo não é de hoje, não apareceu com a chegada de Karol Wojtyla a Papa, nem com o concílio de Vaticano II. Como dizia Eugen Drewermann, «... A Igreja rejeitou o humanismo durante 500 anos, a reforma protestante durante 450, o Iluminismo durante 200 e as modernas ciências naturais durante 100.» Acrescento ainda que assassinou em nome de Cristo com a Inquisição, e que se calou face ao holocausto dos judeus pelo poder nazi. Esta é a Igreja que temos; que sem nunca fazer «Mea culpa, mea culpa», prefere o discurso inflamado em questões como a contracepção a abrir os seus cofres para evitar a morte à fome de crianças em África.
O poder corrompe, e a Igreja é o maior exemplo deste ditado. Quando uma sociedade tem como objectivo o poder, a todo o custo, cometem-se as maiores barbaridades, e justificam-se com dogmas acções injustificáveis.
Para que serve afinal a Igreja? Penso que a mensagem de Cristo não precisa da Igreja para chegar ao Homem, e felizmente não sou o único a pensar assim. Homens como Mahatma Ghandi afirmaram que no ocidente, onde a Igreja está enraizada, não existe verdadeiro cristianismo. Apesar do clero declarar que a Igreja somos todos, lembro-me do que dizia Eugen Drewermann, que «... na prática os leigos, que constituem 99% desse povo, só tem um direito: fechar a boca e abrir os cordões à bolsa! É uma Igreja em pirâmide: a hierarquia, com o Papa no cimo, afirma que está na posse da verdade. E os leigos podem dizer o que quiserem nada disso conta.»
A Igreja de hoje, no seu circuito fechado, declara-se preocupada com a alma, esquecendo-se do corpo que muitas vezes morre de fome! A Igreja é das poucas instituições com poder para acabar com a fome no mundo, mas prefere investir os seus fundos em instituições como o Banco Ambrosiano, com fortes ligações a Máfia
Longe vão os tempos em que ser cristão era sinónimo de perigo. A Igreja acomodou-se, depois reprimiu enquanto envelhecia, e hoje radicalizou-se. Reprimiu entre outros, quem tentou transformá-la por dentro. Neste capítulo a Igreja tem uma longa tradição, desde Copérnico até aos sacerdotes da teologia da libertação. É bom não esquecer o recente afastamento do bispo francês Galieot, ou a atitude hipócrita perante o sofrimento dos timorenses. Porque a Igreja prefere dar-se com o mais forte em detrimento dos mais fracos, funciona como um anestesiante contra os distúrbios dos que julgam merecer mais do que uma vida de miséria.
A Igreja hoje, como no passado recente, é uma instituição sem princípios, onde impera a diplomacia e o poder dos fortes, em detrimento da dignidade humana. Se Cristo vivesse hoje lutaria, como lutou há 2000 anos contra os fariseus, contra o poder instalado do Vaticano. Felizmente ainda existem homens com espírito de missão, que dedicam a sua vida ao serviço dos outros, à semelhança de Cristo. Desses, tive a honra de conhecer alguns. Lutam desesperadamente por condições dignas dos menos favorecidos, mas acabam por ficar na base da pirâmide da Igreja, sem poder para mudar o que hoje está em decadência. Isto quando não são calados à força pelo voto de obediência, por se terem tornado incómodos ao gritarem por uma mudança da vida dos que sofrem.
O que a Igreja deveria fazer, mas nunca fará, é ceder poder, dinheiro, em troca de vidas mais dignas, de menos fome e menos guerra. A Igreja tem poder económico e uma logística capazes de acabar com as misérias que vemos hoje no mundo. Bastava uma vontade expressa pelo topo da pirâmide, para que os milhares de voluntários dedicassem as suas vidas a esse objectivo. A Igreja poderia acabar com a fome! Poderia fazê-lo, mas não admite perder poder, prefere continuar numa pseudo-envangelização, por Cristo, sem Cristo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;João Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diferencial.ist.utl.pt/edicao/17/porcristo.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://diferencial.ist.utl.pt/edicao/17/porcristo.htm&lt;/span&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/4615980361670631592-4029592102714952892?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4029592102714952892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=4029592102714952892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4029592102714952892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4029592102714952892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/igreja-sem-cristo.html' title='Igreja sem Cristo'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-7034761167628968751</id><published>2007-10-16T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:24.345Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Mireille Mathieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PasexigzLLM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PasexigzLLM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121708495324304354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxP2vZLn0-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4OMBnD8H_70/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nascida em Avignon, sul de França, no ano de 1947, Mireille Mathieu é filha de um operário, Roger e da dona-de-casa Marcelle, que enfrentaram grandes dificuldades económicas para criar os seus catorze filhos. Esta família viveu durante anos numa modestíssima casa de madeira, sentindo na pele o rigor do inverno e da chuva, que atravessavam as frágeis paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mireillemathieu.com/images/firstgrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Mesmo quebrando pedras (literalmente), Roger, seu pai, alimentava o sonho de poder cantar, visto que possuía uma bela voz de tenor. Neste ambiente, Mireille cresceu e herdou o talento musical do pai. Aos quinze anos, Mireille e sua família conseguiram um apartamento de cinco assoalhadas e ela pôde, enfim, tomar um banho quente e decente. Segundo ela mesma, este foi o dia mais feliz de sua vida. Até então...
Grande admiradora de Edith Piaf, Mireille cantou em público pela primeira vez aos quatro anos. Porém, para se tornar uma grande estrela internacional, não bastava apresentar-se para a família e os amigos, que a apelidaram “la vie en rose“, por motivos óbvios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mireillemathieu.com/images/withpeleSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto estudava canto e ouvia atentamente os conselhos da professora Laure Collière, Mireille trabalhava duro numa fábrica de envelopes. Aos dezoito anos, em 21 de novembro de 1965, participa num concurso de caloiros, no programa Télé Dimanche. O público prefere outra candidata, mas, para sorte de Mireille, o empresário Johnny Stark assiste à apresentação e aposta em Mireille. O seu primeiro disco, em 48 rotações, vendeu mais de um milhão de cópias, com as músicas mon credo, c’est ton nom, qu’elle est belle e le funambule.
Com uma ascensão meteórica da sua carreira, Mireille participa em programas de televisão nos Estados Unidos e apresenta-se no Olympia, em 1967. O Instituto Francês de Opinião Pública, na época, pesquisou junto do público e declarou Mireille como a cantora preferida do povo francês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mireillemathieu.com/images/mireille05SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em 1968, Mireille esteve no Brasil e apresentou-se na TV Record, como uma menina-prodígio, uma revelação da música francesa, que seria a sucessora de Edith Piaf, imagem que ela gradativamente foi eliminando, ao adquirir personalidade própria. Desde então, Mireille não voltou a apresentar-se no Brasil, apesar de lançar novos discos, cada vez vendendo mais. Hoje, Mireille já provou sua qualidade superior e tornou-se a embaixatriz da cultura francesa ao redor do mundo. Os seus fãs espalham-se da China ao Brasil, incluindo a antiga União Soviética. Frequenta os palcos sofisticados de Monte Carlo e tem a humildade de se curvar diante de sua musa, Piaf e do Papa João Paulo II, com quem se encontrou recentemente.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mireillemathieu.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.mireillemathieu.com&lt;/span&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/4615980361670631592-7034761167628968751?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7034761167628968751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=7034761167628968751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7034761167628968751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/7034761167628968751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/mireille-mathieu.html' title='Mireille Mathieu'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxP2vZLn0-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4OMBnD8H_70/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-6805958888693654155</id><published>2007-10-15T23:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:24.573Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>...esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxPjb5Ln07I/AAAAAAAAADk/DJMRXAtkqyk/s1600-h/1468957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121687269595927474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxPjb5Ln07I/AAAAAAAAADk/DJMRXAtkqyk/s400/1468957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Autor: Bruno Abreu&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-6419656535299231384?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6419656535299231384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=6419656535299231384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6419656535299231384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6419656535299231384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/lugares.html' title='Lugares...'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxPiHJLn06I/AAAAAAAAADc/UCtN-JwrX24/s72-c/1510053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-3620998718711838436</id><published>2007-10-15T22:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:24.777Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Cabo Raso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxPhCZLn05I/AAAAAAAAADU/ogpkAt_KhTo/s1600-h/1521493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121684632486007698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxPhCZLn05I/AAAAAAAAADU/ogpkAt_KhTo/s400/1521493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Conan&lt;/span&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/4615980361670631592-3620998718711838436?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3620998718711838436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=3620998718711838436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/3620998718711838436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/3620998718711838436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/cabo-raso.html' title='Cabo Raso'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxPhCZLn05I/AAAAAAAAADU/ogpkAt_KhTo/s72-c/1521493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-2036691209602814929</id><published>2007-10-14T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:24.966Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Mylène Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_TZL6wkFt4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_TZL6wkFt4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxJZcZLn04I/AAAAAAAAADM/jGTjJAFkKMc/s1600-h/Mylene.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254070604518274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxJZcZLn04I/AAAAAAAAADM/jGTjJAFkKMc/s320/Mylene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mylène Farmer (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="12 de Setembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_de_Setembro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12 de Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1961" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1961"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Pierrefond" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Pierrefond&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pierrefond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Canadá" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canad%C3%A1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Canadá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;), de nome verdadeiro Mylène Gautier, é uma cantora francesa. Mudou-se para França terra natal dos seus pais, aos oito anos de idade. O seu apelido artístico, Farmer, foi adoptado em homenagem a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Frances Farmer" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Frances_Farmer&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Frances Farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Na adolescência passa três anos no cours Florent e participa em alguns castings para modelo e manequim fotográfico.
Enigmática, misteriosa e muitas vezes alvo da crítica da imprensa pelo seu silêncio promocional, Mylène Farmer é a maior e mais bem sucedida cantora francesa dos últimos anos.&lt;/span&gt;
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Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1907" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1907"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1907&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; ganhou o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prêmio Nobel de Literatura" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pr%C3%AAmio_Nobel_de_Literatura"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prêmio Nobel de Literatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Foi educado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Bideford" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Bideford&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bideford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Inglaterra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inglaterra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1882" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1882"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1882&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; voltou à Índia, onde trabalhou para jornais britânicos. Começou sua carreira literária em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1886" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1886"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1886&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e tornou-se conhecido como escritor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Conto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;contos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Foi o poeta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Império Britânico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imp%C3%A9rio_Brit%C3%A2nico"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Império Britânico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e seus soldados, que retratou em vários contos, alguns deles reunidos no volume Plain Tales from the Hills', de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1888" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1888"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1888&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1894" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1894"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1894&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; lançou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="O Livro da Selva" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=O_Livro_da_Selva&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O livro da selva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, que se tornou internacionalmente um clássico para crianças, também conhecido pelo seu personagem principal, o pequeno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Mowgli" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Mowgli&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mowgli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Muito conhecido também é um de seus poemas, "If" (Se), no qual um pai dá conselhos a seu filho sobre como ser um homem de bem.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se
&lt;/strong&gt;
Se podes conservar a serenidade quando todos à tua volta
A estão perdendo e censurando-te por isso;
Se podes confiar em ti próprio quando todos duvidam de ti,
Mas aceitando, também, a sua dúvida;
Se podes esperar, sem que a demora te canse;
Ou, sendo caluniado, não corresponder com ódio,
E, contudo, não parecer bom demais, nem presumir de sábio;

Se podes sonhar – e não fazer do sonho o teu senhor;
Se podes pensar – e não fazer do pensamento o teu alvo;
Se podes afrontar o Triunfo e a Derrota
E tratar esses dois impostores da mesma maneira;
Se podes resignar-te a ouvir a verdade que tens proclamado
Desfigurada por tratantes para fazer uma armadilha de tolos;
Ou ver desfeitas as coisas a que consagraste a tua vida
E, submisso, construí-las de novo com ferramentas gastas;

Se podes fazer um monte de todos os teus ganhos
E arriscá-los num lance de “moeda ao ar”,
Perder, e voltar outra vez ao príncipio,
E nunca soltar um queixume acerca da tua perda;
Se podes forçar o coração, os nervos e os músculos
Para servir o teu fim, muito depois de eles se terem esgotado,
E assim perseverar, quando em ti já nada existe,
A não ser a Vontade que lhes diz: “Continuem!”;

Se consegues falar com a multidão e manter a tua virtude,
Ou privar com Reis – sem deixar de ser simples;
Se nem inimigos nem amigos queridos conseguem magoar-te;
Se todos os homens contam contigo, mas nenhum mais do que outro;
Se podes preencher o implacável minuto
Com o valor de sessenta segundos de caminho percorrido,
É tua a Terra e tudo o que ela contém
E – o que é mais – serás um Homem, meu filho!

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RUDYARD KIPLING
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Venho convidá-los para mais uma caminhada (sábado, 20 de Outubro). Desta vez, iremos caminhar perto de 15 km pelas paisagens do concelho de Mafra, numa zona bem perto do mar. O ponto de encontro é no largo da Igreja na praia de S. Julião, pouco antes da vila de Ericeira. A caminhada inicia-se pelas 10h00m e está prevista terminar pelas 16h30m. O itinerário para chegar à praia de S. Julião é o seguinte:

I.                     Seguir pela IC19 (Lisboa-Sintra) até ao fim, e virar para IC30 (Sintra-Praias).
II.                   Seguir pela IC30 até ao final e depois continuar na estrada nacional em direcção à Ericeira.
III.                  Na 1ª rotunda virar à esquerda e imediatamente a seguir à direita na direcção do Magoito.
IV.                Seguir em frente e no cruzamento seguinte virar à direita, em direcção a Ericeira/Magoito/Terrugem.
V.                  Imediatamente a seguir ao cruzamento, à direita, temos as Bombas Galp.
VI.                Continuar em frente: passagem por aldeia de Terrugem.
VII.               Seguir sempre em frente na direcção de Ericeira.
VIII.             Passagem nas Bombas Repsol.
IX.                 Passagem pelas aldeias de Odrinhas, Santa Susana, Pobral, e Baleia.
X.                   Ao entrar na aldeia de Baleia, no Restaurante Chapéu Preto (no lado esquerdo) virar à esquerda (contornando o restaurante), seguindo a seta na direcção S. Julião. Atenção, este cruzamento é pouco visível!!!
XI.                 Passagem pela aldeia de Barril.
XII.                Na estrada que desce em direcção à praia seguir sempre em frente pela estrada assinalada sem saída e seguir até ao parque de estacionamento do lado esquerdo.
XIII.              A poucos metros a seguir existe uma pequena igreja, onde será o ponto de encontro.

Não é necessária inscrição, basta aparecer no próprio antes da hora. A caminhada é gratuita e podem trazer quem quiser desde que gostem de caminhar ao ar livre. A dificuldade é baixa, acessível a todos. Não existe seguro, pelo que devem caminhar com cuidado. Devem trazer almoço tipo piquenique, água (1 litro), roupa confortável, botas ou ténis de montanha/caminhada. A caminhada faz-se mesmo se estiver a chover por isso devem trazer roupa impermeável e uma muda de roupa seca.

Entretanto, no final do ano (26DEZ-13JAN) vamos fazer caminhadas na Sierra Maestra em Cuba, bem como visitas às principais cidades de Cuba: Santiago, Trinidad, Pinal del Rio, Havana, entre outras, e no final alguns dias de praia. Será uma oportunidade única para visitar Cuba com a sua actual identidade e cultura. Caso estejam interessados em participar nesta viagem de aventura contactem-me!

Um abraço a todos!
Fernando Brioso
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxA63pLn00I/AAAAAAAAACs/7Y34C4CtAPU/s1600-h/Ary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120657503942071106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxA63pLn00I/AAAAAAAAACs/7Y34C4CtAPU/s200/Ary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;José Carlos Ary dos Santos (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lisboa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisboa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="7 de Dezembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/7_de_Dezembro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7 de Dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1936" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1936"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1936&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="18 de Janeiro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/18_de_Janeiro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;18 de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1984" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;) foi um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Poeta" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poeta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e diseur de poesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Portugal" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portugal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Oriundo de uma família da alta burguesia, José Carlos Ary dos Santos, conhecido no meio social e literário por Ary dos Santos, vê publicados aos 14 anos, através de familiares, alguns dos seus poemas, considerados maus pelo autor. No entanto, Ary dos Santos revelaria verdadeiramente as suas qualidades poéticas em 1954, com dezasseis anos de idade. É nessa altura que vê os seus poemas serem seleccionados para a Antologia do Prémio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Almeida Garrett" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almeida_Garrett"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almeida Garrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
É então que Ary dos Santos abandona a casa da família, exercendo as mais variadas actividades para seu sustento económico, que passariam desde a venda de máquinas para pastilhas até à publicidade. Contudo, paralelamente, o poeta não cessa jamais de escrever e em 1963 dar-se-ia a sua estreia efectiva com a publicação do livro de poemas A Liturgia do Sangue (1963).
Em 1969 inicia-se na actividade política ao filiar-se no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="PCP" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/PCP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, participando de forma activa nas sessões de poesia do então intitulado "canto livre perseguido".
Entretanto, concorre, sob pseudónimo, ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Festival RTP da Canção" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festival_RTP_da_Can%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Festival RTP da Canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; com os poemas Desfolhada (1969) e Tourada (1973), obtendo os primeiros prémios. É aliás através deste campo – o da música - que o poeta se tornaria conhecido entre o grande público.
Autor de mais de seiscentos poemas para canções, Ary dos Santos fez no meio muitos amigos. Gravou, ele próprio, textos ou poemas de e com muitos outros autores e intérpretes e ainda um duplo álbum contendo O Sermão de Santo António aos Peixes do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Padre António Vieira" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Padre_Ant%C3%B3nio_Vieira"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Padre António Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
À data da sua morte tinha em preparação um livro de poemas intitulado As Palavras das Cantigas, onde era seu propósito reunir os melhores poemas dos últimos quinze anos, e um outro intitulado Estrada da Luz - Rua da Saudade, que pretendia fosse uma autobiografia romanceada.
O poeta morre a 18 de Janeiro de 1984. Postumamente, o seu nome foi dado a um largo do Bairro de Alfama, descerrando-se uma lápide evocativa na casa da Rua da Saudade, onde viveu praticamente toda a sua vida.
Ainda em 1984, foi lançada a obra VIII Sonetos de Ary dos Santos, com um estudo sobre o autor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Manuel Gusmão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manuel_Gusm%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manuel Gusmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e planeamento gráfico de Rogério Ribeiro, no decorrer de uma sessão na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sociedade Portuguesa de Autores" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sociedade_Portuguesa_de_Autores"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sociedade Portuguesa de Autores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, da qual o autor era membro.
Em 1988, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fernando Tordo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Tordo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Tordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; editou o disco "O Menino Ary dos Santos" com os poemas escritos por Ary dos Santos na sua infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-5957813368921679571?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5957813368921679571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5957813368921679571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5957813368921679571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5957813368921679571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/ary-dos-santos.html' title='Ary dos Santos'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxA63pLn00I/AAAAAAAAACs/7Y34C4CtAPU/s72-c/Ary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-8824343874375039383</id><published>2007-10-13T03:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:25.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poema de um Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxAsfJLn0zI/AAAAAAAAACk/pcGH5gkJ0cw/s1600-h/alex3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120641689872487218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxAsfJLn0zI/AAAAAAAAACk/pcGH5gkJ0cw/s200/alex3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quero Luz!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;
Existe um lugar escondido, entre o dia e a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É onde fico perdido, onde inicio esta revolta, onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;choro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas organizo a bíblia sagrada feita por mim e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;para seguir por mim mesmo.
A noite e a escuridão, fazem parte de um sofrimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;um estado de alma num lugar escondido, perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se é sangue que choro, se este estado é permanente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;na noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então eu sou o meu vampiro, o dono desta alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pela qual vivo, uma alma de luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuo, a querer deixar esta escuridão, a lutar por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;encontrar a luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;De dia luto para manter algo que ainda não tenho e de noite?
Procuro o alimento, minhas lágrimas de sangue...Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma alma ferida, mas sonhadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um corpo cansado, mas lutador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lágrimas de sangue, lágrimas efémeras.
Um preso que grita por liberdade.
Simples mortal, procura felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero me libertar de tudo isto, e para isso continuarei a lutar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero secar o sangue da minha alma, quero o descobrir e seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero me alimentar não desse sangue, desse escuro, mas sim da força, da luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adeus escuridão, alma que choras o meu sangue, adeus luto, quero te ver anjo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;NewImpossiblePrince&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/4615980361670631592-8824343874375039383?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8824343874375039383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8824343874375039383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8824343874375039383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8824343874375039383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/poema-de-um-amigo_7235.html' title='Poema de um Amigo'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxAsfJLn0zI/AAAAAAAAACk/pcGH5gkJ0cw/s72-c/alex3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-4246340996106533549</id><published>2007-10-13T03:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:26.015Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poema de um Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxAp8JLn0yI/AAAAAAAAACc/yY1Wv6MsILw/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120638889553810210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxAp8JLn0yI/AAAAAAAAACc/yY1Wv6MsILw/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltando ao luto&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vesti o meu casaco negro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu fato cinza, em tons escuros me vestindo, fui lutando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonhei com um certo raio de luz cantado por uma diva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acreditei nele, mas para quê? Voltei ao negro, ao luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorri mais que o esperado, para um ser como eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lutei mais do que eu mesmo um dia esperei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lutei, lutei, mas a luz voltou a fechar-se, disse adeus ao azul e vermelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vesti-me de negro, voltei ao luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Esperança que me corria no sangue, tornou-se no vinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O vinho que de mim bebi, saboreei, juntei com o sabor salgado de uma lágrima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu corpo, está agora vazio, cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um corpo, uma alma de luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualquer um me diz, que ainda há luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para voltar a usar o branco, o vermelho e o azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colocar meu sorriso, meu escudo, mas estou aqui, de novo de negro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;De novo, voltando ao luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;NewImpossiblePrince&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/4615980361670631592-4246340996106533549?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4246340996106533549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=4246340996106533549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4246340996106533549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/4246340996106533549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/poema-de-um-amigo_13.html' title='Poema de um Amigo'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RxAp8JLn0yI/AAAAAAAAACc/yY1Wv6MsILw/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-8096610805682790967</id><published>2007-10-13T03:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:08:19.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poema de um Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limbo
&lt;/strong&gt;
Existem pontos sem retorno, mas também existem pontos de&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;retorno, onde o escuro se funde com a luz, onde o limbo se&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;encontra com o nirvana ambos filhos de uma inquietude e&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;receio que os caracteriza. O toque dos acessórios, o toque&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;material, funde-se com a permissão que ofereço ao meu ser,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;permitindo a minha alma se fundir com o seu, meu, nosso,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vosso corpo material e aí sim gozarem ao máximo o limbo!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para muitos o limbo é utópico, mas para a fusão do meu&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;corpo com a minha alma não é mais. A dominação,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;submissão não está só na atitude, como também na mente,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fala-se nestes pólos de poder quando se está na construção&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do caminho para o limbo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O toque de algo, daquele tecido que só nós reconhecemos,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o teu toque, seja físico, seja em espírito, permite a entrega&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;total, o controle dos medos, esquecer o sexo, as&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;complicações do quotidiano, as drogas, físicas, leves ou&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;imaginarias, ou até as controladoras do teu ser, segue em&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frente, esquece os teus medos, controla os teus receios,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aprende, respeita, interioriza o ambiente que desejas,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;constrói o momento, deixa-te levar, faz o teu momento,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deixa-te chegar ao teu limbo!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;NewImpossiblePrince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-8096610805682790967?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8096610805682790967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8096610805682790967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8096610805682790967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8096610805682790967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/poema-de-um-amigo.html' title='Poema de um Amigo'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-9020190529805438369</id><published>2007-10-12T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:26.281Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Dalida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WjTSaFwm_E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WjTSaFwm_E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6t4ZLn0wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v_AbfzfEU0U/s1600-h/Dalida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120221010710745858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6t4ZLn0wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v_AbfzfEU0U/s200/Dalida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dalida (nascida como Yolanda Christina Gigliotti) (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="17 de janeiro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/17_de_janeiro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1933" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1933"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1933&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="3 de maio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/3_de_maio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 de maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1987" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) foi uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cantor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cantora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Egito" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egito"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;egípcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de origem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Itália" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%C3%A1lia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;italiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; que fez carreira na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="França" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Ela ganhou 55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Disco de ouro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disco_de_ouro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;discos de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e foi a primeira cantora a receber um disco de diamante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-9020190529805438369?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/9020190529805438369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=9020190529805438369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/9020190529805438369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/9020190529805438369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/dalida.html' title='Dalida'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6t4ZLn0wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v_AbfzfEU0U/s72-c/Dalida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-8453103620710431958</id><published>2007-10-11T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:26.461Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Charles Aznavour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6Y811IhYjg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6Y811IhYjg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120216007073846002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6pVJLn0vI/AAAAAAAAACI/uesQ0KnSJ6A/s200/Charles+Aznavour.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shahnour Vaghinagh Aznavourian mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico de Charles Aznavour (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Paris" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="22 de maio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/22_de_maio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;22 de maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1924" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1924"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1924&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;) é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cantor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cantor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="França" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de origem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Armênia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arm%C3%AAnia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;armênia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, é também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Letrista" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letrista"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;letrista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ator" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ator"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.
Além de ser um dos mais populares e longevos cantores da França, ele é também um dos cantores franceses mais conhecidos no exterior. Ele atuou em mais de 60 filmes, compôs mais de 1000 canções (incluindo 150 em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Língua inglesa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_inglesa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, 100 em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Língua italiana" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_italiana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, 70 em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Língua espanhola" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_espanhola"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;espanhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; e 50 em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Língua alemã" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_alem%C3%A3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;alemão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;) e já vendeu bem mais que 100 milhões de discos. Aznavour começou sua turnê global de despedida no fim de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-8453103620710431958?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8453103620710431958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8453103620710431958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8453103620710431958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8453103620710431958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/charles-aznavour.html' title='Charles Aznavour'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6pVJLn0vI/AAAAAAAAACI/uesQ0KnSJ6A/s72-c/Charles+Aznavour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-6305066146489038824</id><published>2007-10-11T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:26.738Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Gilbert Bécaud</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BZbnYoD0xZU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BZbnYoD0xZU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120211866725372642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6lkJLn0uI/AAAAAAAAACA/gwI6QYvDKyA/s200/Gilbert+Becaud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gilbert Bécaud (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Toulon" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toulon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toulon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="24 de Outubro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_de_Outubro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;24 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1927" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1927"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Paris" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="18 de Dezembro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/18_de_Dezembro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;18 de Dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2001" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;) foi um cantor, compositor e actor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="França" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, conhecido como Monsieur 100,000 Volts pelos seus espectáculos cheios de energia.
Os seus maiores sucessos foram provavelmente Nathalie e Et maintenant, mais tarde traduzida para inglês com o título &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="What Now My Love" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Now_My_Love"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Now My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.&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/4615980361670631592-6305066146489038824?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6305066146489038824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=6305066146489038824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6305066146489038824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/6305066146489038824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/gilbert-bcaud.html' title='Gilbert Bécaud'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6lkJLn0uI/AAAAAAAAACA/gwI6QYvDKyA/s72-c/Gilbert+Becaud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-5019417842120430387</id><published>2007-10-11T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:27.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Léo Ferré</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiXcUTTLud4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiXcUTTLud4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120207026297230034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6hKZLn0tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b4x8Y54h-8Y/s200/leo-ferre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Debruço-me ainda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;da janela adolescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;para te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tu que eras leão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e porém te dizias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;doente do outono.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ademar24.02.2006
publicado em abnoxio3.blogs.sapo.pt&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/4615980361670631592-5019417842120430387?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5019417842120430387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5019417842120430387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5019417842120430387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5019417842120430387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/lo-ferr.html' title='Léo Ferré'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/Rw6hKZLn0tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b4x8Y54h-8Y/s72-c/leo-ferre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615980361670631592.post-720982310628463370</id><published>2007-10-11T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:04:42.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionário'/><title type='text'>Capital Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Capital Social é um conjunto de elementos (confiança mútua, cooperação, interesse e participação) que conferem poder às pessoas, isto é, capacidade de contribuir para a coesão social e para a integração da comunidade nas questões políticas que norteiam a vida em grupo, no sentido do desempenho social positivo (Putnam, 2000).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Conheça em &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.sereisocial.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sereisocial.com/&lt;/a&gt; o seu Capital Social colaborando anonimamente com um estudo de grandes proporções que pretende avaliar a qualidade das ligações e confiança, que temos com os outros, em Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-720982310628463370?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/720982310628463370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=720982310628463370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/720982310628463370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/720982310628463370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/capital-social.html' title='Capital Social'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-2571762746835665916</id><published>2007-10-10T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:52:44.345+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Atitude crítica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os insectos que infestam as roupas, os cabelos e as camas do homem constituem, graças a uma sábia disposição da natureza, um estímulo à limpeza que é, por si só, um meio importante para a conservação da saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kant, &lt;em&gt;A Crítica do Juízo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4615980361670631592-2571762746835665916?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2571762746835665916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=2571762746835665916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/2571762746835665916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/2571762746835665916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/atitude-crtica.html' title='Atitude crítica'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-5509310254251122034</id><published>2007-10-10T02:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:19:24.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura'/><title type='text'>Ciclo de Teatro no Sabugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Auditório Municipal do Sabugal acolhe, desde o dia 6 de Outubro e até 3 de Novembro, uma nova edição do Ciclo de Teatro “Outono’07”.
São cinco espectáculos teatrais (6, 14, 20 e 27 de Outubro e ainda 3 de Novembro), interpretados por vários grupos concelhios e também nacionais.
A abertura do Ciclo iniciou-se com o espectáculo «Lost in Space» cuja produção está a cargo da Kind of Black Box.
No dia 14 de Outubro, domingo, pelas 18 horas, será a vez do Grupo de Teatro CÔARTE subir ao palco e apresentar a sua nova produção, «As Três Cidras do Amor», de Y. K. Centeno.
«É por aqui… a sequela», espectáculo cómico com a duração de uma hora, composto por vários sketchs e recheado por apontamentos musicais cantados ao vivo pelos actores – é o espectáculo que se segue, a 20 de Outubro.
A Padeira de Aljubarrota foi mesmo uma heroína!? Uma heroína? Mas afinal onde começa e acaba a história? É o que “a menina dos meus olhos, associação cultural” pretende revelar no dia 27 de Outubro com a apresentação «Das Padeiras».
O Ciclo de Teatro termina a 3 de Novembro com «Ensaios», a cargo do Grupo de Teatro “Guardiões da Lua”.
Terça, 09 de Outubro de 2007&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/4615980361670631592-5509310254251122034?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5509310254251122034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=5509310254251122034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5509310254251122034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/5509310254251122034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/ciclo-de-teatro-no-sabugal.html' title='Ciclo de Teatro no Sabugal'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-565902947898647693</id><published>2007-10-10T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:10:33.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>A falsidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A falsidade consiste numa privação de conhecimento, implícita nas ideias inadequadas, isto é, mutiladas e confusas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spinoza&lt;em&gt;, Ética.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4615980361670631592-565902947898647693?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/565902947898647693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=565902947898647693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/565902947898647693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/565902947898647693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/falsidade-consiste-numa-privao-de.html' title='A falsidade'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</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-4615980361670631592.post-8443530331566458886</id><published>2007-10-09T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:02:27.608Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedagogia'/><title type='text'>Professores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RwwHr5Ln0oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YZQovuw-C1g/s1600-h/P%C3%A9ricles.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119475327078748802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RwwHr5Ln0oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YZQovuw-C1g/s200/P%C3%A9ricles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O grande estadista Péricles, cuja personalidade marcou todo o século V antes de Cristo, a ponto de este ficar conhecido como o Século de Péricles, compreendeu bem a missão do professor como forjador da personalidade e da consciência dos povos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Certa ocasião, mandou reunir todos os génios e artistas que tinham contribuído para o engrandecimento de Atenas. Foram chegando os arquitectos, os engenheiros, os escultores, os guerreiros que defendiam a cidade, os filósofos que propunham novos sentidos para a vida... Todos ali estavam, desde o matemático que descobria no número o sentido helénico da exactidão até ao astrónomo que se debruçava sobre o universo, a fim de contemplar a harmonia das estrelas. Péricles reparou numa ausência notável: faltavam os pedagogos, pessoas muito modestas, encarregadas de guiar as crianças pelos caminhos da aprendizagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Onde estão os pedagogos? - perguntou Péricles. - Não os vejo em lado nenhum. Ide buscá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quando, por fim, chegaram os pedagogos, Péricles disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Já aqui estavam os que, com o seu esforço e perícia, transformam, embelezam e protegem a cidade. Mas faltáveis vós, que tendes a missão mais importante e elevada de todas: a de transformar e embelezar a alma dos atenienses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(GUERRA, Miguel Ángel Santos. &lt;em&gt;No coração da Escola,&lt;/em&gt; Colecção CRIAP, Edições ASA, Lisboa, 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4615980361670631592-8443530331566458886?l=carlossantospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8443530331566458886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4615980361670631592&amp;postID=8443530331566458886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8443530331566458886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4615980361670631592/posts/default/8443530331566458886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlossantospires.blogspot.com/2007/10/professores.html' title='Professores!'/><author><name>Carlos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644192645567998357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOAjMLg1jnI/RwwHr5Ln0oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YZQovuw-C1g/s72-c/P%C3%A9ricles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
