<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:55:28.327Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos de Coimbra</title><subtitle type='html'>"... o poema é o teu rosto, eu não sei escrever a palavra poema, eu só sei escrever o seu sentido."



José Luis Peixoto
in "a criança em ruínas"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>491</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4031924331148282958</id><published>2012-01-22T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:44:44.705Z</updated><title type='text'>É mesmo incrível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8lHgZoAGKE/TxyRFjSduCI/AAAAAAAABt0/5T-hCNI8zVM/s1600/2454077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 230px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700590752902264866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8lHgZoAGKE/TxyRFjSduCI/AAAAAAAABt0/5T-hCNI8zVM/s320/2454077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É incrível, a quantidade de coisas que certas pessoas, mesmo de passagem, deixam ficar na nossa vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2026642468009712042-4031924331148282958?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4031924331148282958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4031924331148282958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4031924331148282958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4031924331148282958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-mesmo-incrivel.html' title='É mesmo incrível...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-L8lHgZoAGKE/TxyRFjSduCI/AAAAAAAABt0/5T-hCNI8zVM/s72-c/2454077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2698007158452357458</id><published>2012-01-22T22:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:24:15.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Na minha presença.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZDzqbjKfvA/TxyLM9FW8uI/AAAAAAAABto/lET2y5c55V8/s1600/1700868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700584283015934690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZDzqbjKfvA/TxyLM9FW8uI/AAAAAAAABto/lET2y5c55V8/s320/1700868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo deixar de pensar-te, e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando não estou na tua presença...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagino-te na minha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2698007158452357458?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2698007158452357458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2698007158452357458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2698007158452357458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2698007158452357458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2012/01/na-minha-presenca.html' title='Na minha presença.'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-YZDzqbjKfvA/TxyLM9FW8uI/AAAAAAAABto/lET2y5c55V8/s72-c/1700868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5325521896396349612</id><published>2012-01-22T20:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:47:54.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Dás-me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2IedJpZzpA/Txx1v66YmEI/AAAAAAAABtc/gK4oja0ddwE/s1600/1000imagensCA3YH3TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 262px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700560694472644674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2IedJpZzpA/Txx1v66YmEI/AAAAAAAABtc/gK4oja0ddwE/s320/1000imagensCA3YH3TL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dás-me o teu coração por uma noite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5325521896396349612?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5325521896396349612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5325521896396349612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5325521896396349612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5325521896396349612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-me.html' title='Dás-me?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-h2IedJpZzpA/Txx1v66YmEI/AAAAAAAABtc/gK4oja0ddwE/s72-c/1000imagensCA3YH3TL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2090104684087723790</id><published>2012-01-08T18:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:05:00.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Para além de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrwUpFw1ZqA/TwnaOjKnDpI/AAAAAAAABtQ/76cStSsEnG8/s1600/5895891_AJdAb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrwUpFw1ZqA/TwnaOjKnDpI/AAAAAAAABtQ/76cStSsEnG8/s320/5895891_AJdAb.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695323147279470226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lá no fundo da minha infância encontro palavras e sons e tons e vivo com isso! E às vezes, vivo por isso! Pego numa palavrinha, numa só, e dou-lhe a oportunidade de viver aqui. Agora. Gosto de me sentar ao seu lado e vê-la morrer, assim… aos poucos por tanto ser repetida! Uma vez, outra e mais outra ainda. É propositado. Gosto da ginástica destas palavras. E gosto do seu fim ultimo. Depois, lembro-me que já fui para além dela. Para além do tempo e do cheiro, para além deste privilégio de estar viva! Fica o silêncio e o lugar vazio. E, fica também o teu som, da tua voz. Esta que me incomoda agora. Sabes qual é? Levanto-me por fim. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Existem frases tão longe dos meus passos e depois regresso ao tema.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2090104684087723790?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2090104684087723790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2090104684087723790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2090104684087723790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2090104684087723790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-alem-de-mim.html' title='Para além de mim...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-jrwUpFw1ZqA/TwnaOjKnDpI/AAAAAAAABtQ/76cStSsEnG8/s72-c/5895891_AJdAb.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8988392134871322056</id><published>2011-12-31T18:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:24:12.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao ano novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pv4gA757RTs/Tv9Rov9m8yI/AAAAAAAABtE/DUoU0OXVWc8/s1600/drinks-champagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pv4gA757RTs/Tv9Rov9m8yI/AAAAAAAABtE/DUoU0OXVWc8/s320/drinks-champagne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692358214531085090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;A todos um excelente ano novo! Já agora, preparemo-nos com os mantimentos indispensáveis: Imaginação, energia, determinação e muito amor. Reforço: Muito amor! Um amor muito intenso para não sentir o quanto este país nos vai aleijando!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8988392134871322056?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8988392134871322056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8988392134871322056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8988392134871322056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8988392134871322056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/12/ao-ano-novo.html' title='Ao ano novo'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-pv4gA757RTs/Tv9Rov9m8yI/AAAAAAAABtE/DUoU0OXVWc8/s72-c/drinks-champagne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5015019229824662652</id><published>2011-12-28T22:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:11:00.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Hingis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLnIfu2HP-Y/Tvuf7T81KNI/AAAAAAAABss/wGtM-2T0c0g/s1600/Imagem%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLnIfu2HP-Y/Tvuf7T81KNI/AAAAAAAABss/wGtM-2T0c0g/s320/Imagem%2B052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691318395429267666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBK9ZFw3R_M/Tvufxt3Ju7I/AAAAAAAABsg/c7BHh8krgb0/s1600/ingis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBK9ZFw3R_M/Tvufxt3Ju7I/AAAAAAAABsg/c7BHh8krgb0/s320/ingis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691318230586080178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acho que vou desmaiar numa outra margem qualquer. Se não vou, pelo menos é o que me parece e é meu desejo! Desmaiar. E demorar-me e ficar-me por lá, numa margem onde o azul e o verde se misturem! Num sitio onde o silêncio e a ausência sejam retemperadores e, acima de tudo, pacificadores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5015019229824662652?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5015019229824662652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5015019229824662652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5015019229824662652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5015019229824662652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/12/hingis.html' title='Hingis'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-bLnIfu2HP-Y/Tvuf7T81KNI/AAAAAAAABss/wGtM-2T0c0g/s72-c/Imagem%2B052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1854222321285876876</id><published>2011-12-25T19:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:52:35.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtIYlyaNg7A/Tvd-jwPjvTI/AAAAAAAABsU/_R4MIJUWRxY/s1600/arvoremundoafora.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtIYlyaNg7A/Tvd-jwPjvTI/AAAAAAAABsU/_R4MIJUWRxY/s320/arvoremundoafora.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690155806916590898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo a todos os meus amigos e &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;visitantes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;um FELIZ NATAL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1854222321285876876?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1854222321285876876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1854222321285876876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1854222321285876876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1854222321285876876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-PtIYlyaNg7A/Tvd-jwPjvTI/AAAAAAAABsU/_R4MIJUWRxY/s72-c/arvoremundoafora.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-503997971079693740</id><published>2011-11-19T16:30:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:37:03.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Um corpo doido de medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4rAwfuIIk/TsfZ7_hktzI/AAAAAAAABr8/XVcRsgz4iJ4/s1600/fotos%2Bde%2Bgato%2B%252847%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4rAwfuIIk/TsfZ7_hktzI/AAAAAAAABr8/XVcRsgz4iJ4/s320/fotos%2Bde%2Bgato%2B%252847%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676745480011560754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 70.9pt; text-indent: -70.9pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;                   Sentes agora? Sentes essa força estranha que te impede de pensar mais e mais longe, e até, mais perto de nós? Sentes essa sede? Essa vontade desgovernada? Profunda urgência - digo-te eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;                  Lembrei-me agora, há muito tempo que gostava de deixar entrar aquela luz, aquele tempero constante e ameno, nas palavras que, tão delicada e teimosamente pousávamos na cama. Uma e outra, e mais outra ainda, e depois tantas. Muitas mesmo. Palavras que construímos com as nossas bocas, com as nossas mãos e até com os olhares que fomos guardando em nós! Tenho-lhes saudades! Tantas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;                  Fecho os olhos e sinto essa força encorpada, um desconsolo crescente que nos corta! Sinto essa força – de que falo tantas vezes – mas agora encerrada de medo, num corpo doido de tanto silêncio! Talvez seja um desengano o que sinto... o tempo que não chega lá, onde fomos tantas vezes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;margin-left:70.9pt; text-align:justify;text-indent:-70.9pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 70.9pt; text-indent: -70.9pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-503997971079693740?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/503997971079693740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=503997971079693740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/503997971079693740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/503997971079693740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/11/essa-forca.html' title='Um corpo doido de medo'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-Dp4rAwfuIIk/TsfZ7_hktzI/AAAAAAAABr8/XVcRsgz4iJ4/s72-c/fotos%2Bde%2Bgato%2B%252847%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5078949015970182221</id><published>2011-11-13T21:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:07:58.831Z</updated><title type='text'>É o mais urgente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVfDHA3Cd5A/TsAxnoQ-CCI/AAAAAAAABrw/yeikW2VuMRc/s1600/amor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVfDHA3Cd5A/TsAxnoQ-CCI/AAAAAAAABrw/yeikW2VuMRc/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674590087380076578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5078949015970182221?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5078949015970182221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5078949015970182221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5078949015970182221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5078949015970182221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-o-mais-urgente.html' title='É o mais urgente!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-TVfDHA3Cd5A/TsAxnoQ-CCI/AAAAAAAABrw/yeikW2VuMRc/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2854599255261226443</id><published>2011-11-13T21:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:08:29.444Z</updated><title type='text'>Coimbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5BRjO7j7pjI/TsAwD_aW1UI/AAAAAAAABrk/CCCFKoEXWU8/s1600/coimbra_a_noite.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5BRjO7j7pjI/TsAwD_aW1UI/AAAAAAAABrk/CCCFKoEXWU8/s320/coimbra_a_noite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674588375606547778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho-lhe saudades… é um paladar que perdura!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho-lhe tantas! Todas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2854599255261226443?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2854599255261226443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2854599255261226443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2854599255261226443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2854599255261226443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/11/coimbra.html' title='Coimbra'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-5BRjO7j7pjI/TsAwD_aW1UI/AAAAAAAABrk/CCCFKoEXWU8/s72-c/coimbra_a_noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2949749279282001284</id><published>2011-11-05T16:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:38:29.373Z</updated><title type='text'>És a minha voz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iw-_W7jSGow/TrVlsD6jHiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lLFb8DEllio/s1600/3098905.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iw-_W7jSGow/TrVlsD6jHiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lLFb8DEllio/s320/3098905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671551113382534690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;És a minha voz? Perguntei. Andavam às voltas com uma conversa inconsequente, daquelas que vai a nenhures. Por isso insisti: És a minha voz? Era uma voz dorida, despida e em silencio. Era uma voz sem forma, sem imagem, mas mesmo assim, uma voz. És a minha voz? Continuei. Mas aos poucos, a voz foi-se encerrando num lugar distante, num tempo desviado de agora e de nós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;És a voz do beijo que ficou por dizer. Respondes-te por último.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/2026642468009712042-2949749279282001284?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2949749279282001284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2949749279282001284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2949749279282001284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2949749279282001284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/11/es-minha-voz.html' title='És a minha voz?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-iw-_W7jSGow/TrVlsD6jHiI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lLFb8DEllio/s72-c/3098905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7402920963537075274</id><published>2011-11-05T15:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:33:01.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem ama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CB-teXC_aXc/TrVV6bjIUII/AAAAAAAABq4/tTL7nd3qcE4/s1600/4339449.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CB-teXC_aXc/TrVV6bjIUII/AAAAAAAABq4/tTL7nd3qcE4/s320/4339449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671533768058884226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Porque quem ama tem medo de perder..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7402920963537075274?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7402920963537075274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7402920963537075274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7402920963537075274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7402920963537075274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/11/quem-ama.html' title='Quem ama...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-CB-teXC_aXc/TrVV6bjIUII/AAAAAAAABq4/tTL7nd3qcE4/s72-c/4339449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3297456262964607845</id><published>2011-11-05T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:31:13.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4XqwgtKf9A/TrUeRzVVpQI/AAAAAAAABqg/MxBwrTJdEfM/s1600/alegria.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4XqwgtKf9A/TrUeRzVVpQI/AAAAAAAABqg/MxBwrTJdEfM/s320/alegria.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671472596929324290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por ser Novembro...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3297456262964607845?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3297456262964607845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3297456262964607845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3297456262964607845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3297456262964607845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/11/novembro.html' title='Novembro'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-Q4XqwgtKf9A/TrUeRzVVpQI/AAAAAAAABqg/MxBwrTJdEfM/s72-c/alegria.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6835336162083680092</id><published>2011-10-30T21:33:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:11:12.642Z</updated><title type='text'>Este silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6UJoz5xSpM/Tq3Lc2VGJSI/AAAAAAAABqU/CC_gVWeWGCI/s1600/3603947.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6UJoz5xSpM/Tq3Lc2VGJSI/AAAAAAAABqU/CC_gVWeWGCI/s320/3603947.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669411202410095906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostava de te falar deste silêncio… Deste, e de tantos outros, que abraçam e aconchegam. Gostava de te falar do silêncio que agasalha em noites mais frias! Que aquece o corpo e liberta a alma. E que, chegando, ocupa o lugar vazio!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostava de te falar do silêncio de aromas e memórias. Do silêncio quente e doce e, daquela musicalidade que nos embala e que me toca agora… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostava que este silêncio chegasse a até ti como brisa morna e ameigada. Gostava que te sussurrasse o sorriso que penduro no silêncio do meu corpo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostava de te dar o meu. Este que te falo, e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; que, não me agarrando, te sorri!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6835336162083680092?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6835336162083680092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6835336162083680092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6835336162083680092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6835336162083680092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/10/este-silencio.html' title='Este silêncio'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-j6UJoz5xSpM/Tq3Lc2VGJSI/AAAAAAAABqU/CC_gVWeWGCI/s72-c/3603947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7571744023971415458</id><published>2011-10-25T21:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:47:01.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Há vantagens sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DFbTr7cZG0/TqctGwQesaI/AAAAAAAABp8/1x5aQ06APY8/s1600/4402259.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DFbTr7cZG0/TqctGwQesaI/AAAAAAAABp8/1x5aQ06APY8/s320/4402259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667548250125545890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois? Há mais caminho! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vantagem do depois, é saber a certeza que há sempre mais e melhor caminho! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(e, já agora, lamber pouco as feridas e seguir...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7571744023971415458?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7571744023971415458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7571744023971415458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7571744023971415458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7571744023971415458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-vantagens-sempre.html' title='Há vantagens sempre!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-_DFbTr7cZG0/TqctGwQesaI/AAAAAAAABp8/1x5aQ06APY8/s72-c/4402259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5540173789718918066</id><published>2011-10-22T21:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:27:55.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbahN04Ql54/TqM0H-MTAiI/AAAAAAAABpw/zPuw_5VH0K0/s1600/gatos3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbahN04Ql54/TqM0H-MTAiI/AAAAAAAABpw/zPuw_5VH0K0/s320/gatos3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666430067720520226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não converso uma conversa de outros tempos. Tenho memórias nas mãos, na boca e na voz. Tenho-te em palavras e em retratos que vou introduzindo suavemente no meu mundo. Não converso. Reinvento-te todos os dias!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5540173789718918066?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5540173789718918066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5540173789718918066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5540173789718918066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5540173789718918066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/10/sempre-perto.html' title='Sempre perto...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-LbahN04Ql54/TqM0H-MTAiI/AAAAAAAABpw/zPuw_5VH0K0/s72-c/gatos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3783094217021081416</id><published>2011-10-22T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:16:21.434Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje apeteces-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PDM8HmpnaY/TqMjZQ5tK-I/AAAAAAAABpk/lzqUGs-jUeI/s1600/4401567.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PDM8HmpnaY/TqMjZQ5tK-I/AAAAAAAABpk/lzqUGs-jUeI/s320/4401567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666411673102920674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje, apetece-me parar o tempo. Parar para voltar lá, e avançar por estas linhas acima como se de caminhos se tratassem. Acelerar por estas, ou por outras palavras fora e sentir-me estrangeira. Aquela que está de fora. Aquela que fica na bordas das palavras. No rebordo das letrinhas. Aquela que te brilha... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje, apetece-me viver num tempo desconhecido e escrever palavras familiares em temas com odores nobres. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje, apetece-me reler-te, e sentir-te no som de outros tempos. Hoje, apetece-me escrever-te. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabes que mais? Hoje, apetece-me dar-te o meu lado mais precioso… Aquele que teimosamente fica sempre do lado de fora!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3783094217021081416?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3783094217021081416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3783094217021081416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3783094217021081416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3783094217021081416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoje-apeteces-me.html' title='Hoje apeteces-me...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-5PDM8HmpnaY/TqMjZQ5tK-I/AAAAAAAABpk/lzqUGs-jUeI/s72-c/4401567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6592984159426488226</id><published>2011-10-17T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:46:28.842Z</updated><title type='text'>Será assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqHkWRep4Kg/Tpy99JnK6VI/AAAAAAAABpY/4-OD3uI66gI/s1600/4178993.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqHkWRep4Kg/Tpy99JnK6VI/AAAAAAAABpY/4-OD3uI66gI/s320/4178993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664611289575123282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levo-te (até) ao fim do mundo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6592984159426488226?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6592984159426488226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6592984159426488226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6592984159426488226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6592984159426488226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/10/sera-assim.html' title='Será assim.'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-XqHkWRep4Kg/Tpy99JnK6VI/AAAAAAAABpY/4-OD3uI66gI/s72-c/4178993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6199025466734224364</id><published>2011-10-17T23:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:14:32.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao mesmo tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6rQ3YAZ1xE/Tpy2JBPDCkI/AAAAAAAABpM/ueb3PBTMINg/s1600/4402563.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6rQ3YAZ1xE/Tpy2JBPDCkI/AAAAAAAABpM/ueb3PBTMINg/s320/4402563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664602697391868482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quase sem pensar, ou, sem pensar de todo, estico o braço e com muito cuidado vasculho. É preciso não derrubar nada. As flores, lá de casa, estão sempre milimetricamente alinhadas - aliás como quase tudo. Com as pontas dos dedos encontro-as. Encontro-as sempre. Depois, com as chaves na mão, pouso, finalmente, o olhar naquele vaso, no vaso de sempre e deixo-o por lá. Lá dentro, guio-me apenas com o coração… Alvoraçada, preparo-me. Alinho o cabelo na expectativa de alinhar as ideias também. Procuro o ar mais familiar, as palavras mais amenas e os sons que me fizeram sorrir e sorrir, vezes sem conta! É nesse momento que me sinto a entrar, e sem dar por isso, afasto-me no tempo! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:35.4pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respiro cada instante, cada recanto perdido, cada objecto e subo no tempo! Enlaço-me nos cortinados e deixo-me invadir pelo odor a lavado que me abraça! O calor da casa vai aquecendo as memorias e vivo feliz cada recordação! Depois de tanto tempo, só as memorias permanecem imutáveis, são as únicas que confirmam que regressei ao mesmo sitio. Ao mesmo tempo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6199025466734224364?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6199025466734224364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6199025466734224364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6199025466734224364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6199025466734224364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/10/ao-mesmo-tempo.html' title='Ao mesmo tempo!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-b6rQ3YAZ1xE/Tpy2JBPDCkI/AAAAAAAABpM/ueb3PBTMINg/s72-c/4402563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-311416248637879633</id><published>2011-09-29T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:14:15.611Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXjbNa1Z3AM/ToSK1nQDV6I/AAAAAAAABpE/DbqnOyZfxVo/s1600/4401022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXjbNa1Z3AM/ToSK1nQDV6I/AAAAAAAABpE/DbqnOyZfxVo/s320/4401022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657799685558196130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje estou assim... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(amanhã logo se verá!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-311416248637879633?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/311416248637879633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=311416248637879633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/311416248637879633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/311416248637879633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-WXjbNa1Z3AM/ToSK1nQDV6I/AAAAAAAABpE/DbqnOyZfxVo/s72-c/4401022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7192988212883623990</id><published>2011-09-26T21:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:01:57.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Mas tanta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SIVHZt67u0/ToDoEZU9-fI/AAAAAAAABo8/hJcOAHkjdbI/s1600/Animais_1296070039.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SIVHZt67u0/ToDoEZU9-fI/AAAAAAAABo8/hJcOAHkjdbI/s320/Animais_1296070039.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656776294193297906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7192988212883623990?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7192988212883623990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7192988212883623990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7192988212883623990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7192988212883623990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/09/mas-tanta.html' title='Mas tanta...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-5SIVHZt67u0/ToDoEZU9-fI/AAAAAAAABo8/hJcOAHkjdbI/s72-c/Animais_1296070039.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1983471193071796457</id><published>2011-09-25T16:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:11:22.172Z</updated><title type='text'>O filho de mil homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuiF8TRduFk/Tn9dXtfPJkI/AAAAAAAABo0/QiQaaDa1SS4/s1600/filho%2Bde%2Bmil%2Bhomens" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuiF8TRduFk/Tn9dXtfPJkI/AAAAAAAABo0/QiQaaDa1SS4/s320/filho%2Bde%2Bmil%2Bhomens" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656342318929618498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Para dentro do homem era um sem fim, e pouco ou nada do que continha lhe servia de felicidade. Para dentro do homem o homem caía."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O Crisóstomo começou a pensar que os filhos se perdiam, por vezes, na confusão do caminho. Imaginava crianças sozinhas como filhos à espera. Crianças que viviam como a demorarem-se na volta para casa por terem sido enganadas pela vida. Acreditou que o afecto verdadeiro era o único desengano, a grande forma de encontro e de pertença. A grande forma de família."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Estava um sossego incrível instalado naquele mundo e ele baixou-se, deixou-se sobre a areia como sentado para pensar melhor e percebeu como a vida tinha as suas perfeições."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A companhia de verdade, achava ele, era aquela que não tinha por que ir embora e, se fosse, ir embora significaria ficar ali, junto."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Era um menino na ponta do mundo, quase a perder-se, sem saber como se segurar e sem conhecer o caminho. Os seus olhos tinham um precipício. E ele estava quase a cair olhos adentro, no precipício de tamanho infinito escavado de ausências e silêncios. Seguia na traineira quase com a promessa de quem podia chorar. Para dentro do rapaz pequeno era um sem fim e pouco do que continha lhe servia para a felicidade. Para dentro do rapaz o rapaz caía.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valter Hugo Mãe, &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; O filho de mil homens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1983471193071796457?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1983471193071796457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1983471193071796457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1983471193071796457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1983471193071796457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-filho-de-mil-homens.html' title='O filho de mil homens'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-tuiF8TRduFk/Tn9dXtfPJkI/AAAAAAAABo0/QiQaaDa1SS4/s72-c/filho%2Bde%2Bmil%2Bhomens' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7618161312067964861</id><published>2011-08-28T15:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:12:44.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes sinto assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCIZD5xu_g/TlpaMDWwX9I/AAAAAAAABos/cEgzmqfdfjo/s1600/4400084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BCIZD5xu_g/TlpaMDWwX9I/AAAAAAAABos/cEgzmqfdfjo/s320/4400084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645924245968019410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes estico demais as palavras. Estico tanto que ficam desfocadas, despresentes e a mensagem fica do avesso! Mas, de cada vez que o faço, pergunto-me: “Qual será a cor deste cansaço, assim a bater tanto?!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7618161312067964861?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7618161312067964861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7618161312067964861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7618161312067964861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7618161312067964861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-e-assim.html' title='Às vezes sinto assim...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-6BCIZD5xu_g/TlpaMDWwX9I/AAAAAAAABos/cEgzmqfdfjo/s72-c/4400084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1163608433699350556</id><published>2011-08-07T20:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:41:39.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Em tudo na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cT8vHihsiaA/Tj734DyVQ8I/AAAAAAAABok/Rq3OOzmqi8s/s1600/amizade_entre_animais.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cT8vHihsiaA/Tj734DyVQ8I/AAAAAAAABok/Rq3OOzmqi8s/s320/amizade_entre_animais.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638216325975589826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Mas, então, como podemos fazer o caminho que vai desde a incapacidade para entender a lógica dos factos até à capacidade para nos distanciarmos e de uma forma clara perceber que atitude assumir? Repare que utilizei a palavra distanciamento. E essa é uma boa forma para entendermos este processo. Quando estamos muito próximo de um muro, é difícil ver o que está atrás dele. Mas se nos afastarmos, é como se ele se tornasse mais baixo e já conseguimos ver mais longe. Ver mais é aqui a palavra-chave. Ver mais do que aquilo que estamos a sentir. Conseguir colocar-se «numa posição» que permita olhar a nossa vida como se se tratasse da vida de outra pessoa. Criar este processo é o que os psicólogos chamam «construir consciência». A consciência é como se tivéssemos criado uma outra pessoa dentro do nosso próprio corpo e, quando temos de tomar decisões, então essa outra pessoa, que somos ainda nós, age como um conselheiro.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joaquim Quintino Aires,&lt;i&gt; in&lt;/i&gt; O Amor é uma Carta Fechada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1163608433699350556?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1163608433699350556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1163608433699350556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1163608433699350556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1163608433699350556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/08/em-tudo-na-vida.html' title='Em tudo na vida...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-cT8vHihsiaA/Tj734DyVQ8I/AAAAAAAABok/Rq3OOzmqi8s/s72-c/amizade_entre_animais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-413129794702717306</id><published>2011-08-07T16:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:34:00.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSx-kpKXiWU/Tj6-GPRHiKI/AAAAAAAABoM/shwZ_ELlkMA/s1600/4395080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSx-kpKXiWU/Tj6-GPRHiKI/AAAAAAAABoM/shwZ_ELlkMA/s320/4395080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638152797901260962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;As tuas palavras?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pendurei-as na parede e é para lá que estou a olhar agora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2026642468009712042-413129794702717306?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/413129794702717306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=413129794702717306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/413129794702717306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/413129794702717306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-sabes.html' title='Tu sabes...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-tSx-kpKXiWU/Tj6-GPRHiKI/AAAAAAAABoM/shwZ_ELlkMA/s72-c/4395080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7629804155957155749</id><published>2011-07-16T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-16T15:25:55.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34PbiTjw7Vg/TiGtSh_MK-I/AAAAAAAABoE/edsmkGhZ_8s/s1600/Flores_Rosas_Sao_Roque_Minas_grd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34PbiTjw7Vg/TiGtSh_MK-I/AAAAAAAABoE/edsmkGhZ_8s/s320/Flores_Rosas_Sao_Roque_Minas_grd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629971543062490082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;São tuas. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijo-te com ternura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7629804155957155749?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7629804155957155749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7629804155957155749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7629804155957155749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7629804155957155749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/07/parabens.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-34PbiTjw7Vg/TiGtSh_MK-I/AAAAAAAABoE/edsmkGhZ_8s/s72-c/Flores_Rosas_Sao_Roque_Minas_grd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4834931450247179969</id><published>2011-07-16T14:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-07-16T14:55:08.888Z</updated><title type='text'>"Se se tiver sorte..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfOz3HxhpV0/TiGjjmZ0FyI/AAAAAAAABn8/Z7ZSuC_JCKc/s1600/6706734_U7CBC.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfOz3HxhpV0/TiGjjmZ0FyI/AAAAAAAABn8/Z7ZSuC_JCKc/s320/6706734_U7CBC.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629960841189398306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Se se tiver sorte, morre-se sozinho com uma boa companhia!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Gostava de dançar a dois, num sentido mais eterno...gostava…”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“As pessoas são maravilhosas”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“A senhora da limpeza foi a única a bater palmas (no ensaio da manhã) ”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Perde-se a competitividade… aquele iogurte fica ali séculos… (referindo-se à ausência de irmãos)”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“A morte é um estado transitório… fica nas pequenas coisas…”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Chego a tolerar as pessoas de quem não gosto mesmo!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“É repugnante ter uma opinião sobre tudo e sobre nada.”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“É importante ajuda-los a partir, deixar as pessoas partir é muito importante, tanto na vida como no amor! (referindo-se à morte pai);&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Quando se é feliz numa relação não se perdoa nada, não há nada a perdoar!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Gosto do ruído das coisas…”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Chorar sim, sofrer não! Eu sofro muito!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tenho imensas saudades, estive muito ausente…”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Há coisas de que não me arrependo, de comportamentos autodestrutivos…”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Ainda tenho muitas coisas para resolver. Estou muito baralhado…”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Nas relações humanos não tenho sido muito hábil!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Se ofendi alguém… as minhas desculpas!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tenho medo do excesso de palco, do excesso de luz, tenho de viver em mais escuridão… tenho medo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rui Reininho, hoje, &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; alta definição na SIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4834931450247179969?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4834931450247179969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4834931450247179969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4834931450247179969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4834931450247179969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-se-tiver-sorte.html' title='&quot;Se se tiver sorte...&quot;'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-wfOz3HxhpV0/TiGjjmZ0FyI/AAAAAAAABn8/Z7ZSuC_JCKc/s72-c/6706734_U7CBC.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6262696801640081338</id><published>2011-07-03T22:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:43:02.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Sete Estórias do Vento Salgado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruJqHHMSeCQ/ThDusLW35yI/AAAAAAAABn0/kkWSo3JVzIY/s1600/276410_158100890928480_7489398_s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruJqHHMSeCQ/ThDusLW35yI/AAAAAAAABn0/kkWSo3JVzIY/s320/276410_158100890928480_7489398_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625258377316132642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 16 de Julho pelas 21h30, no Diana Bar, na Póvoa de Varzim é o lançamento do livro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sete Estórias do Vento Salgado&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, da minha amiga&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; - Ana Paula Mateus. &lt;/span&gt;As&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; ilustrações do livro são de Esgar Acelerado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2026642468009712042-6262696801640081338?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6262696801640081338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6262696801640081338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6262696801640081338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6262696801640081338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-16-de-julho-pelas-21h30-no-diana.html' title='Sete Estórias do Vento Salgado'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-ruJqHHMSeCQ/ThDusLW35yI/AAAAAAAABn0/kkWSo3JVzIY/s72-c/276410_158100890928480_7489398_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5123664558284580851</id><published>2011-06-18T13:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:07:24.408Z</updated><title type='text'>"Gosto do meu repouso!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uja8inl_kCY/TfymlzHewMI/AAAAAAAABnI/yKWyZCbHIJc/s1600/ng1452077.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uja8inl_kCY/TfymlzHewMI/AAAAAAAABnI/yKWyZCbHIJc/s320/ng1452077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619549603358490818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Porquê que querem prolongar a vida aos velhos e depois esquecem-nos? Não compreendo!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tenho medo de amanhã ter de obrigar alguém a tomar conta de mim!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;”Gostava de ter juízo até ao dia da minha morte!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Gosto do contacto com os jovens, gosto da capacidade que têm em serem provocadores. Gosto. Mas, alguns sãos mal criados! Alguns acham que fazem falta!";&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tento ser observadora sem criticar.”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;”A força interior é vulcânica.”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;”Duvido das coisas fáceis.”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;“O amor é magnífico.”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“A dor faz-nos sentir mais pessoas (detesto dizer isto, mas é verdade!)!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Não gosto que me olhem...”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Gosto de ler e escrever.”; “Gosto das minhas contradições.”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;”Quando uma relação dura tantos anos passa a ser um amor sublimado. É todo e é tudo!”; “Os tempos, para os mais jovens, são muito difíceis (a propósito do amor!)!”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Gosto de ouvir passos... Olha já terminaram!”; “O amor é o sentimento mais difícil de interpretar!”; “Não gosto de falar mal das pessoas.”;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Portugal não liga nenhuma à educação e à cultura...”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“A vida é de uma voracidade tremenda!”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Com esta idade (a Margarida está a caminho dos 70) não se engana com tanta facilidade e não se sonha com disparates...”; “Tenho sonhos por cumprir. Escrever mais 2 ou 3 livros. Ter tempo para observar as pessoas!”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Gosto de figueiras porque têm uma sombra quente...”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“É bom consumir o tempo todo até ao fim.”; “É bom entregar-me numa conversa simples...”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Tenho de trabalhar porque a minha reforma não chega (Margarida recebe cerca de € 370,00)!”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Só me zango com as pessoas de quem gosto muito.”; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Costumo sentir as pessoas que valem a pena”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Margarida Carpinteiro, hoje, &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; alta definição na SIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5123664558284580851?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5123664558284580851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5123664558284580851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5123664558284580851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5123664558284580851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/gosto-do-meu-repouso.html' title='&quot;Gosto do meu repouso!&quot;'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-Uja8inl_kCY/TfymlzHewMI/AAAAAAAABnI/yKWyZCbHIJc/s72-c/ng1452077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2456957541335470828</id><published>2011-06-18T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:09:42.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje e sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZxB3psLkP0/TfyjaczPreI/AAAAAAAABnA/O6NE-WMKRAw/s1600/saramago_final_8junho.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZxB3psLkP0/TfyjaczPreI/AAAAAAAABnA/O6NE-WMKRAw/s320/saramago_final_8junho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619546109854592482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2456957541335470828?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2456957541335470828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2456957541335470828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2456957541335470828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2456957541335470828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje-e-sempre.html' title='Hoje e sempre!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-yZxB3psLkP0/TfyjaczPreI/AAAAAAAABnA/O6NE-WMKRAw/s72-c/saramago_final_8junho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1619913114292247724</id><published>2011-06-18T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:08:19.969Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinto saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1OxWPQT7hU/TfyjC1vreEI/AAAAAAAABm4/mZ12BeA3qaI/s1600/saramago.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1OxWPQT7hU/TfyjC1vreEI/AAAAAAAABm4/mZ12BeA3qaI/s320/saramago.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619545704233662530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1619913114292247724?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1619913114292247724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1619913114292247724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1619913114292247724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1619913114292247724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinto-saudades.html' title='Sinto saudades...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-z1OxWPQT7hU/TfyjC1vreEI/AAAAAAAABm4/mZ12BeA3qaI/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7186763320088714177</id><published>2011-06-18T13:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:06:16.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUtVm37dvNs/Tfyh4MB04RI/AAAAAAAABmw/eLbHSrohkpI/s1600/583B2B1231264BC7AAD5ED8_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUtVm37dvNs/Tfyh4MB04RI/AAAAAAAABmw/eLbHSrohkpI/s320/583B2B1231264BC7AAD5ED8_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619544421725167890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7186763320088714177?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7186763320088714177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7186763320088714177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7186763320088714177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7186763320088714177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/homenagem-saramago.html' title='Homenagem a Saramago'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-AUtVm37dvNs/Tfyh4MB04RI/AAAAAAAABmw/eLbHSrohkpI/s72-c/583B2B1231264BC7AAD5ED8_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5517840179920721422</id><published>2011-06-17T21:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:54:45.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Quanto mais tempo se atrasar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZtsWylNVXE/TfvKEIhsD6I/AAAAAAAABmo/gHqpThi0658/s1600/4398503.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZtsWylNVXE/TfvKEIhsD6I/AAAAAAAABmo/gHqpThi0658/s320/4398503.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619307132431896482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A vida está cheia de coisas das quais não gostamos. E o problema não é a vida ter coisas de que não gostamos, mas nós percebermos isso e aceitar que vai haver sempre coisas de que não gostamos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isso não quer dizer que se torne menos exigente. Pelo contrário. Eu gostaria muito que este meu texto fosse mesmo um instrumento para que se torne mais exigente. O que quero sugerir-lhe é que aproveite o menos bom, sem nunca esquecer do que é o bom. O bom, o amor, nunca irá bater-lhe à porta. Vai ter de construí-lo. Mas aproveitar o menos bom é um exercício excelente para aprender a fazer essa construção.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pode parecer que o seu sistema moral seja muito rígido e que lhe pareça que esta proposta não é justa para a outra pessoa. Pense que a outra pessoa está a aproveitar e a aprender também. E tal como acontece consigo, quando ela tiver melhor, vai embora. É isso a aprendizagem, a que chamamos namoro. E que se vai começando e acabando sempre. Só o Amor, nunca acaba!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joaquim Quintino Aires &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; O Amor é uma Carta Fechada&lt;/b&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/2026642468009712042-5517840179920721422?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5517840179920721422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5517840179920721422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5517840179920721422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5517840179920721422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/quanto-mais-tempo-se-atrasar.html' title='Quanto mais tempo se atrasar...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-rZtsWylNVXE/TfvKEIhsD6I/AAAAAAAABmo/gHqpThi0658/s72-c/4398503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-326711056011546081</id><published>2011-06-13T14:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:46:10.959Z</updated><title type='text'>Leve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkgIh-CMiM/TfYihvhOE5I/AAAAAAAABmg/gPiBZnJ3wYY/s1600/fernando%2Bpessoa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dkgIh-CMiM/TfYihvhOE5I/AAAAAAAABmg/gPiBZnJ3wYY/s320/fernando%2Bpessoa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617715548278100882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leve, leve, muito leve, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um vento muito leve passa, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E vai-se, sempre muito leve. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu não sei o que penso &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem procuro sabê-lo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-326711056011546081?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/326711056011546081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=326711056011546081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/326711056011546081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/326711056011546081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/leve.html' title='Leve'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-0dkgIh-CMiM/TfYihvhOE5I/AAAAAAAABmg/gPiBZnJ3wYY/s72-c/fernando%2Bpessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4610088391981011101</id><published>2011-06-05T21:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:38:46.709Z</updated><title type='text'>Bárbara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2bLt34rkIU/Tev2SOznuoI/AAAAAAAABmQ/fCBXtyOCG0o/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2bLt34rkIU/Tev2SOznuoI/AAAAAAAABmQ/fCBXtyOCG0o/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614852153520142978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Para uma data memorável, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;o momento foi lindíssimo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;E os amigos... todos responderam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Todos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4610088391981011101?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4610088391981011101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4610088391981011101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4610088391981011101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4610088391981011101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/barbara.html' title='Bárbara'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-Z2bLt34rkIU/Tev2SOznuoI/AAAAAAAABmQ/fCBXtyOCG0o/s72-c/DSC_0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-188231588945749640</id><published>2011-06-01T15:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:30:04.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Criança (Comemoração)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O8hMdfqGEQ/TeZaV6v9k0I/AAAAAAAABmE/aStY17Ul2Lk/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O8hMdfqGEQ/TeZaV6v9k0I/AAAAAAAABmE/aStY17Ul2Lk/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613273318158078786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Bolas de Sabão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" style="mso-cellspacing:1.5pt;  mso-yfti-tbllook:1184"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow:0;mso-yfti-firstrow:yes;mso-yfti-lastrow:yes"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:   normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;       As bolas de sabão que esta criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;   font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Se entretém a largar de uma palhinha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     São translucidamente uma filosofia toda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Claras, inúteis e passageiras como a Natureza,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Amigas dos olhos como as cousas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     São aquilo que são&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Com uma precisão redondinha e aérea,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     E ninguém, nem mesmo a criança que as deixa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Pretende que elas são mais do que parecem ser.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;       Algumas mal se vêem no ar lúcido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;   font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     São como a brisa que passa e mal toca nas flores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     E que só sabemos que passa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Porque qualquer cousa se aligeira em nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     E aceita tudo mais nitidamente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;   font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-188231588945749640?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/188231588945749640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=188231588945749640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/188231588945749640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/188231588945749640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca-comemoracao.html' title='Dia Mundial da Criança (Comemoração)'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-7O8hMdfqGEQ/TeZaV6v9k0I/AAAAAAAABmE/aStY17Ul2Lk/s72-c/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6701310029719629046</id><published>2011-05-28T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-28T15:33:09.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEw1z_drnmQ/TeEVizypfzI/AAAAAAAABl8/R_trb2Z8Izk/s1600/4380939.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEw1z_drnmQ/TeEVizypfzI/AAAAAAAABl8/R_trb2Z8Izk/s320/4380939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611790298442727218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há vidas sem gente dentro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6701310029719629046?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6701310029719629046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6701310029719629046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6701310029719629046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6701310029719629046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/vidas.html' title='Vidas'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-HEw1z_drnmQ/TeEVizypfzI/AAAAAAAABl8/R_trb2Z8Izk/s72-c/4380939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2240451979891747426</id><published>2011-05-25T17:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:52:47.011Z</updated><title type='text'>O que mais procuro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjzWMb9e5Xw/Td1BZZmVDqI/AAAAAAAABl0/yOQUzmNV8yU/s1600/4402259.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjzWMb9e5Xw/Td1BZZmVDqI/AAAAAAAABl0/yOQUzmNV8yU/s320/4402259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610712615397691042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;É o que mais procuro. É aquilo que mais procuro. E é o que não tenho. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagina. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos os dias e em todas as horas. Sempre. E percorro todos os rostos, todas as mãos e todos os olhares. Mas, o que volta são palavras. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palavras. Apenas isso. L-E-T-R-I-N-H-A-S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois guardo-as. Algumas ficam por aqui mesmo, outras, nas minhas vozes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;São palavras tão diferentes daquelas que trago penduras. Penduradas nas mãos, uma por dedo, às vezes mais. Depende. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;São palavras que ninguém chama. Que ninguém vive dentro. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que ninguém vive por dentro. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;É o que mais procuro! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2240451979891747426?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2240451979891747426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2240451979891747426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2240451979891747426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2240451979891747426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-mais-procuro.html' title='O que mais procuro.'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-DjzWMb9e5Xw/Td1BZZmVDqI/AAAAAAAABl0/yOQUzmNV8yU/s72-c/4402259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4702390115038724416</id><published>2011-05-15T15:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:50:19.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Das palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dRAFrN6dW4/Tc_1brrPhbI/AAAAAAAABls/pKhp_u2Kfb4/s1600/4395080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dRAFrN6dW4/Tc_1brrPhbI/AAAAAAAABls/pKhp_u2Kfb4/s320/4395080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606969917028926898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Falar é muito mais do que só comunicar. É sentirmo-nos parte de um grupo, de uma sociedade, é sabermo-nos amados, é partilharmos o que vivemos, sentimos, lemos. É sobretudo, a construção de nós mesmos a partir da relação com os outros."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isabel Leal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Psicóloga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4702390115038724416?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4702390115038724416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4702390115038724416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4702390115038724416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4702390115038724416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/das-palavras.html' title='Das palavras'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-5dRAFrN6dW4/Tc_1brrPhbI/AAAAAAAABls/pKhp_u2Kfb4/s72-c/4395080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6957658639991088776</id><published>2011-05-14T17:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:54:48.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Partilhas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfWUFlTEvU8/Tc7BoWDEbxI/AAAAAAAABlk/2yNRnNkRB6s/s1600/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfWUFlTEvU8/Tc7BoWDEbxI/AAAAAAAABlk/2yNRnNkRB6s/s320/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606631484980227858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6957658639991088776?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6957658639991088776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6957658639991088776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6957658639991088776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6957658639991088776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/partilho.html' title='Partilhas?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-bfWUFlTEvU8/Tc7BoWDEbxI/AAAAAAAABlk/2yNRnNkRB6s/s72-c/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3532665624930160786</id><published>2011-05-14T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:46:58.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando se vive no fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NS3vuwognM/Tc6_6u7yepI/AAAAAAAABlc/X9GlP0NEu4k/s1600/idoso56.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NS3vuwognM/Tc6_6u7yepI/AAAAAAAABlc/X9GlP0NEu4k/s320/idoso56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606629601874967186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pode haver um amanhã em que o teu rosto não seja a primeira coisa que eu veja (disseste-lhe, assim, sem mais.). Depois disso, tentou, a todo o custo, chegar a um lugar onde reparassem nele. Mas é difícil! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É difícil estar sempre à espera. É difícil gerir tanta pressão acumulada na garganta, por isso as lágrimas soltavam-se de quando em vez! É difícil! (repetia amiúde!). No fim de uma vida deparamo-nos com uma história inteira que ficou para trás! E agora, sente as palavras a amontoarem-se na garganta, a expandirem-se até serem capazes de o sufocar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É difícil (não parava de repisar!). Quando nos magoam para lá do que é possível suportar, quando a dor fica tão grande… todo o resto deixa de fazer qualquer sentido (pensava…)! Mesmo tratando-se do mesmo sangue!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3532665624930160786?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3532665624930160786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3532665624930160786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3532665624930160786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3532665624930160786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-se-vive-no-fim.html' title='Quando se vive no fim...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/--NS3vuwognM/Tc6_6u7yepI/AAAAAAAABlc/X9GlP0NEu4k/s72-c/idoso56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5032252496611818268</id><published>2011-05-09T15:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:03:16.085Z</updated><title type='text'>O cuidado nas escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB3NlGFOxuI/TcgPFO8abBI/AAAAAAAABlU/QUZjuM5SrpY/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB3NlGFOxuI/TcgPFO8abBI/AAAAAAAABlU/QUZjuM5SrpY/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604746318847831058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uma pessoa idosa que viva sozinha e seja apenas visitada pelo pessoal dos cuidados sociais e de saúde pode estar socialmente mais isolada e sozinha do que uma outra pessoa idosa que viva num lar residencial. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gavilan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Não é possível escolher quem vive juntamente consigo nas instalações residenciais, o que pode ter como consequência uma solidão realmente sentida"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Townsend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5032252496611818268?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5032252496611818268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5032252496611818268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5032252496611818268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5032252496611818268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-cuidado-nas-escolhas.html' title='O cuidado nas escolhas'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-mB3NlGFOxuI/TcgPFO8abBI/AAAAAAAABlU/QUZjuM5SrpY/s72-c/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4246414583830649206</id><published>2011-05-09T15:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:34:56.128Z</updated><title type='text'>Memória sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qeIm4rLIkpY/TcgJOSOU7EI/AAAAAAAABlM/zNPYFSauogM/s1600/3650774.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qeIm4rLIkpY/TcgJOSOU7EI/AAAAAAAABlM/zNPYFSauogM/s320/3650774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604739877277330498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quando o assunto é memória falamos de quê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falamos de identidade."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Bandeira Costa - Neurologista&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4246414583830649206?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4246414583830649206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4246414583830649206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4246414583830649206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4246414583830649206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/memoria-sempre.html' title='Memória sempre!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-qeIm4rLIkpY/TcgJOSOU7EI/AAAAAAAABlM/zNPYFSauogM/s72-c/3650774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8863860939550362530</id><published>2011-05-01T17:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:58:43.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia Mamãs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2A9kLISAj70/Tb2e8Hy8_oI/AAAAAAAABlE/sjh870jARQk/s1600/4402144.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2A9kLISAj70/Tb2e8Hy8_oI/AAAAAAAABlE/sjh870jARQk/s320/4402144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601808267240865410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostava de te encontrar em todas as partes do meu dia. Em todas as partes da minha vida. Para isso, seria bom poder embrulhar-te!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8863860939550362530?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8863860939550362530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8863860939550362530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8863860939550362530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8863860939550362530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/05/feliz-dia-mamas.html' title='Feliz dia Mamãs!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-2A9kLISAj70/Tb2e8Hy8_oI/AAAAAAAABlE/sjh870jARQk/s72-c/4402144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3575076387741151762</id><published>2011-04-19T14:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:06:01.231Z</updated><title type='text'>É o que apetece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klZ_2P6P6p4/Ta2WTkqbPKI/AAAAAAAABk8/8gE2OqXWff0/s1600/pregui%25C3%25A7a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klZ_2P6P6p4/Ta2WTkqbPKI/AAAAAAAABk8/8gE2OqXWff0/s320/pregui%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597295174894697634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com este tempinho só apetece engonhar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3575076387741151762?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3575076387741151762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3575076387741151762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3575076387741151762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3575076387741151762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/04/engonhanco.html' title='É o que apetece...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-klZ_2P6P6p4/Ta2WTkqbPKI/AAAAAAAABk8/8gE2OqXWff0/s72-c/pregui%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5715354375960925237</id><published>2011-04-18T15:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:27:53.671Z</updated><title type='text'>Já deu o seu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQpsqfZsqaU/TaxWW5yNoHI/AAAAAAAABk0/U2uO6np0ctA/s1600/OgAAAILzHl-aVxglgbRU8bMHW0wkEWfyOyNwVwjy4_GLBwJ0Lu79ygunS_syXOz6WyETcYOoR4YtRtu2EJZql4i7E9QAm1T1UDzhQVFwI4wJB76ERu1MZ5uoiSbE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQpsqfZsqaU/TaxWW5yNoHI/AAAAAAAABk0/U2uO6np0ctA/s320/OgAAAILzHl-aVxglgbRU8bMHW0wkEWfyOyNwVwjy4_GLBwJ0Lu79ygunS_syXOz6WyETcYOoR4YtRtu2EJZql4i7E9QAm1T1UDzhQVFwI4wJB76ERu1MZ5uoiSbE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596943388383223922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mil milhões de euros é o valor que os hospitais devem à Industria Farmacêutica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entretanto, algumas unidades hospitalares já solicitam aos doentes alguns bens, como por exemplo: medicamentos, fraldas, leite (substituto do leite materno) e até lençóis!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; A notícia hoje vai até Lisboa, onde a Maternidade Alfredo da Costa, pede donativos aos seus pacientes, indicando o NIB da instituição, em todos os documentos que entrega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entretanto, as contas continuam controladíssimas... É necessário averiguar se se trata de despesismo e, por conseguinte, má gestão. Diz o Governo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E nós acreditamos, claro está!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2026642468009712042-5715354375960925237?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5715354375960925237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5715354375960925237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5715354375960925237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5715354375960925237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/04/ja-deu-o-seu.html' title='Já deu o seu?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-jQpsqfZsqaU/TaxWW5yNoHI/AAAAAAAABk0/U2uO6np0ctA/s72-c/OgAAAILzHl-aVxglgbRU8bMHW0wkEWfyOyNwVwjy4_GLBwJ0Lu79ygunS_syXOz6WyETcYOoR4YtRtu2EJZql4i7E9QAm1T1UDzhQVFwI4wJB76ERu1MZ5uoiSbE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5033119888036252849</id><published>2011-04-18T12:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:22:40.894Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns às duas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnCcPIRSIvQ/Taw7FMdWyvI/AAAAAAAABks/LIBjDb0Vv1M/s1600/DSC09788%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnCcPIRSIvQ/Taw7FMdWyvI/AAAAAAAABks/LIBjDb0Vv1M/s320/DSC09788%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596913397344422642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parabéns Marisol e Bruna!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5033119888036252849?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5033119888036252849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5033119888036252849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5033119888036252849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5033119888036252849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/04/parabens-as-duas.html' title='Parabéns às duas!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-QnCcPIRSIvQ/Taw7FMdWyvI/AAAAAAAABks/LIBjDb0Vv1M/s72-c/DSC09788%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5458209336728824609</id><published>2011-04-08T17:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:52:19.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Se souberes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL5vPMwVC34/TZ9LAyypkWI/AAAAAAAABkc/ylzTj01ez6c/s1600/4400965.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL5vPMwVC34/TZ9LAyypkWI/AAAAAAAABkc/ylzTj01ez6c/s320/4400965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593271739223740770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em que parte da tua vida me encontraste?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5458209336728824609?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5458209336728824609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5458209336728824609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5458209336728824609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5458209336728824609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-souberes.html' title='Se souberes...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-hL5vPMwVC34/TZ9LAyypkWI/AAAAAAAABkc/ylzTj01ez6c/s72-c/4400965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4648801296762234096</id><published>2011-04-04T21:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:32:23.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Espero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yNuy3j5L_4/TZo4oN3MaJI/AAAAAAAABkU/x5_AJ6qXbgo/s1600/4399582.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yNuy3j5L_4/TZo4oN3MaJI/AAAAAAAABkU/x5_AJ6qXbgo/s320/4399582.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591844150900975762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cala-me a tua boca aqui. Quero dormir quente. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu espero (é uma pergunta).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4648801296762234096?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4648801296762234096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4648801296762234096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4648801296762234096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4648801296762234096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/04/espero.html' title='Espero?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-6yNuy3j5L_4/TZo4oN3MaJI/AAAAAAAABkU/x5_AJ6qXbgo/s72-c/4399582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4729667352982668679</id><published>2011-04-03T19:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:21:51.854Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenho um livro assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaCrAj3JYls/TZjH-u_ieOI/AAAAAAAABkM/GV4NT433yDQ/s1600/4402879.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaCrAj3JYls/TZjH-u_ieOI/AAAAAAAABkM/GV4NT433yDQ/s320/4402879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591438817960818914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reconheço-te só pelo bater do coração… Agora, chega-te aqui e diz-me o teu nome. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque não me dizes o teu nome?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chega-te a mim e deixa-me ouvir-te. Porque não me deixas ouvir-te?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt; (A propósito de um livro que estou a ler.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4729667352982668679?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4729667352982668679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4729667352982668679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4729667352982668679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4729667352982668679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-livros-assim.html' title='Tenho um livro assim...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-MaCrAj3JYls/TZjH-u_ieOI/AAAAAAAABkM/GV4NT433yDQ/s72-c/4402879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3854182148305453680</id><published>2011-03-30T23:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:30:05.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Quietude imperfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFxxFPpAJEk/TZO7oIKzw1I/AAAAAAAABkE/UD9eJ0WVC_E/s1600/4402747.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFxxFPpAJEk/TZO7oIKzw1I/AAAAAAAABkE/UD9eJ0WVC_E/s320/4402747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590017860558898002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ideia crescia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Havia música no ar e algumas pessoas dançavam, outras balançavam. Havia amizade, doces e taças de champanhe. Havia afecto, risos e galhofa por toda a sala, excepto onde ela se encontrava. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E, a ideia aumentava.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Havia alegria, muita. Sonhos que enchiam o ar e projectos que viajavam de mão em mão. Havia beijos e ternura nos abraços. Mas onde ela se achava, não.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ideia avançava dentro dela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vestia um elegante vestido preto e calçava um sapato alto, tal como a ocasião o pedia. Mas, estava afastada e estafada. Os pensamentos atracados longe. O olhar meigo, triste e cansado. Toda ela distante. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E a ideia já não cabia dentro dela. Sabia bem o que tinha de fazer…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois desta agitação, ficou a vida quieta e nós a queimar de paz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3854182148305453680?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3854182148305453680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3854182148305453680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3854182148305453680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3854182148305453680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/quietude-imperfeita.html' title='Quietude imperfeita'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-kFxxFPpAJEk/TZO7oIKzw1I/AAAAAAAABkE/UD9eJ0WVC_E/s72-c/4402747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8380633337126018729</id><published>2011-03-28T16:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:45:06.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Faz-de-conta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcbYA-se228/TZC6V0EtPzI/AAAAAAAABj8/sKCJ4ChFUs8/s1600/4360440.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcbYA-se228/TZC6V0EtPzI/AAAAAAAABj8/sKCJ4ChFUs8/s320/4360440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589172021485190962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando a viu, secou-lhe a garganta. Senti. Senti como lhe custava chegar aquele momento. E aquele calhava ser um momento particularmente difícil. Ela chegou e beijo-a na face. Foi um beijo rápido, tal como a visita. Tinha uns compromissos, afiançou-nos por fim. Ali ficaram. Retirei-me e dei espaço ao silêncio que entrou por fim. Foi um curto diálogo em silêncio. Estranho, não? Mas foi assim mesmo. As palavras a falarem e os corações a pensarem… E o tempo a esgotar-se. A mãe, apesar de gostar muito da sua companhia, não a quer por visita, e, por isso mesmo, envelhece muito nestes dias. Depois põe os óculos escuros só para esconder os olhos parados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Sabe menina, gosto muito da minha filha, sabia? Diz-me, por fim e quase em segredo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sorri devagarinho e abanei a cabeça, foi a cabeça que disse que sim, porque a voz não saiu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8380633337126018729?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8380633337126018729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8380633337126018729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8380633337126018729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8380633337126018729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/faz-de-conta.html' title='Faz-de-conta'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-UcbYA-se228/TZC6V0EtPzI/AAAAAAAABj8/sKCJ4ChFUs8/s72-c/4360440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8928869644191895666</id><published>2011-03-26T16:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:39:47.968Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais outra vez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Us38XxWpvRI/TY4WQbaT0FI/AAAAAAAABj0/TgcuCB0kOK0/s1600/4398286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Us38XxWpvRI/TY4WQbaT0FI/AAAAAAAABj0/TgcuCB0kOK0/s320/4398286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588428659105189970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sonhei-te. Outra vez.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Misturávamo-nos. Riamo-nos ao mesmo tempo. Da mesma ideia. No mesmo tom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora, sonhava-te. Outra vez. Outra vez. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijava-te e ficava a beijar-te o resto do mundo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8928869644191895666?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8928869644191895666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8928869644191895666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8928869644191895666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8928869644191895666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-outra-vez.html' title='Mais outra vez.'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-Us38XxWpvRI/TY4WQbaT0FI/AAAAAAAABj0/TgcuCB0kOK0/s72-c/4398286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5980332426706043998</id><published>2011-03-26T16:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:15:25.214Z</updated><title type='text'>Memórias. Memórias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q6HQTcC9Uk/TY4Q0dicGwI/AAAAAAAABjc/ZsnxW1_OEnU/s1600/4398526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q6HQTcC9Uk/TY4Q0dicGwI/AAAAAAAABjc/ZsnxW1_OEnU/s320/4398526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588422681081682690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pousei-as no xaile que trazia. Escolhi-o por se tratar do xaile mais bonito que tinha. Estava guardado, como quase tudo de que gostamos muito… Guardamos para o fazer perdurar mais no tempo e entretanto gozamos muito pouco, ou nada mesmo. Mas adiante. Pousei-as, então, dentro do xaile. Era macio. Perfumado. Enrolei-as muito bem e aconcheguei-as ao peito. Dei-lhes um colinho. Embalei-as. E viajei pelo odor mágico que ainda traziam. Eram as minhas memórias… Depois, como que sem pensar, parei a meio de um gesto e fitei-as. Uma última vez. Eram minhas. Eram lindas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficou um silêncio. Só aquele odor. Só aquela magia. Só aquela leveza. Depois, não houve lugar a perguntas, porque não houve lugar a palavras.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5980332426706043998?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5980332426706043998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5980332426706043998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5980332426706043998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5980332426706043998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/memorias-memorias.html' title='Memórias. Memórias.'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-4q6HQTcC9Uk/TY4Q0dicGwI/AAAAAAAABjc/ZsnxW1_OEnU/s72-c/4398526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8458657417403893480</id><published>2011-03-26T15:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:55:06.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Meias palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJWkYYrVjlU/TY4L1JrciGI/AAAAAAAABjU/w27z4fis3qM/s1600/4400143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJWkYYrVjlU/TY4L1JrciGI/AAAAAAAABjU/w27z4fis3qM/s320/4400143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588417195372480610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É o amor, e mais não sei o quê, que impede a diluição das ideias em palavras. Ficam no ar penduradas  meias palavras…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8458657417403893480?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8458657417403893480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8458657417403893480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8458657417403893480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8458657417403893480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/meias-palavras.html' title='Meias palavras...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-JJWkYYrVjlU/TY4L1JrciGI/AAAAAAAABjU/w27z4fis3qM/s72-c/4400143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7806770470406925123</id><published>2011-03-21T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:02:06.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbZQ7lFbnAU/TYch3Azk6DI/AAAAAAAABjM/0S6qcO8UH9c/s1600/4403270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbZQ7lFbnAU/TYch3Azk6DI/AAAAAAAABjM/0S6qcO8UH9c/s320/4403270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586471091769239602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vem Primavera. Vem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7806770470406925123?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7806770470406925123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7806770470406925123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7806770470406925123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7806770470406925123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-JbZQ7lFbnAU/TYch3Azk6DI/AAAAAAAABjM/0S6qcO8UH9c/s72-c/4403270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6016656803760954057</id><published>2011-03-20T17:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:21:57.112Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais ou menos assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYp3ig7PYf0/TYY3O7l-XdI/AAAAAAAABjE/oQISaKD9yWQ/s1600/muito%2Btrabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYp3ig7PYf0/TYY3O7l-XdI/AAAAAAAABjE/oQISaKD9yWQ/s320/muito%2Btrabalho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586213117454343634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ando mais ou menos assim...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por isso esta quietude!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Volto já!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6016656803760954057?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6016656803760954057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6016656803760954057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6016656803760954057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6016656803760954057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-ou-menos-assim.html' title='Mais ou menos assim...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-CYp3ig7PYf0/TYY3O7l-XdI/AAAAAAAABjE/oQISaKD9yWQ/s72-c/muito%2Btrabalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1637781890487125871</id><published>2011-03-09T18:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:50:22.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Discurso de Cavaco Silva na tomada de posse/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7nmr6KqMC0/TXfKFFC_CRI/AAAAAAAABi8/Tns-6ilEWrA/s1600/cavacosilvanot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7nmr6KqMC0/TXfKFFC_CRI/AAAAAAAABi8/Tns-6ilEWrA/s320/cavacosilvanot3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582152451751872786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Discurso na íntegra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;de Aníbal Cavaco Silva na tomada de posse a 9 de Março de 2011, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;retirado do site oficial da Presidência da República Portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Senhor Primeiro-Ministro e Membros do Governo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Senhoras e Senhores Deputados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Senhoras e Senhores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao iniciar funções como Presidente da República, quero começar o meu mandato saudando o povo português de uma forma muito calorosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saúdo todos os Portugueses, quer os que vivem no nosso País, no Continente e nas Regiões Autónomas, quer os que engrandecem o nome de Portugal nas comunidades da Diáspora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saúdo os Portugueses que me ouvem, mas também aqueles que, através da língua gestual, acompanham a palavra fraterna que lhes quero dirigir neste dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De todos serei Presidente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Serei Presidente dos Portugueses que me honraram com o seu voto mas também daqueles que o não fizeram. É perante todos, sem excepção, que aqui assumo o compromisso solene de cumprir e fazer cumprir a Lei Fundamental da nossa República.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República, que desempenha com grande sentido de Estado a exigente missão de presidir à instituição onde a democracia e o pluralismo se realizam todos os dias, agradeço as palavras que me dirigiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assumo perante vós, Senhores Deputados, o firme e sincero propósito de colaborar com a Assembleia da República, na certeza de que o momento que o País atravessa exige uma especial cooperação entre as diversas instituições democráticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao Governo e ao Senhor Primeiro-Ministro reitero o compromisso de cooperação que há cinco anos assumi perante os Portugueses. Pela minha parte, pode contar o Governo com uma magistratura activa e firmemente empenhada na salvaguarda dos superiores interesses nacionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enquanto Presidente da República cumprirei escrupulosamente os compromissos que assumi perante os Portugueses no meu manifesto eleitoral. No quadro de todos os poderes que me são conferidos pela Constituição, serei rigorosamente imparcial no tratamento das diversas forças políticas, mantendo neutralidade e equidistância relativamente ao Governo e à oposição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Irei cooperar com os demais órgãos de soberania para que Portugal ultrapasse as dificuldades do presente e actuarei como elemento moderador das tensões da vida política e como factor de equilíbrio do nosso sistema democrático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Agradeço a presença nesta cerimónia dos representantes de países amigos, em particular dos países de língua oficial portuguesa. Reconheço no vosso gesto um sinal de apreço por uma nação soberana de muitos séculos, orgulhosa do seu passado e confiante no seu futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhoras e Senhores Deputados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Como sempre tenho afirmado, só um diagnóstico correcto e um discurso de verdade sobre a natureza e a dimensão dos problemas económicos e sociais que Portugal enfrenta permitirão uma resposta adequada, quer pelos poderes públicos quer pelos agentes económicos e sociais e pelos cidadãos em geral. A informação objectiva sobre a situação económica e social do País é um bem público que beneficia a sociedade no seu conjunto, porque estimula comportamentos favoráveis à resolução das dificuldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os indicadores conhecidos são claros. Portugal vive uma situação de emergência económica e financeira, que é já, também, uma situação de emergência social, como tem sido amplamente reconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Acredito que conseguiremos ultrapassar os problemas actuais se formos capazes de dar uma resposta verdadeiramente colectiva aos desafios que temos à nossa frente, o que exige transparência e um conhecimento rigoroso e completo da situação em que nos encontramos. Como em tudo na vida, para delinearmos o melhor caminho para atingirmos o futuro que ambicionamos, temos de saber de onde partimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nos últimos dez anos, a economia portuguesa cresceu a uma taxa média anual de apenas 0,7%, afastando-se dos nossos parceiros da União Europeia. Esta divergência foi ainda mais evidente no caso do Rendimento Nacional Bruto, que constitui uma medida aproximada do rendimento efectivamente retido pelos Portugueses. O Rendimento Nacional Bruto per capita, em termos reais, cresceu apenas 0,1% ao ano, reflectindo na prática uma década perdida em termos de ganhos de nível de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De acordo com as últimas estimativas do Banco de Portugal, “o crescimento potencial da economia portuguesa, o qual determina a capacidade futura de reembolso do endividamento presente”, é actualmente inferior a 1% e, em 2010, o valor real do investimento ficou cerca de 25% abaixo do nível atingido em 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O défice externo de Portugal tem permanecido em valores perto de 9% do produto, contribuindo, por força do pagamento de juros ao exterior, para a deterioração do saldo da balança de rendimentos, cujo défice anual, de acordo com o Banco de Portugal, se aproxima rapidamente dos 10 mil milhões de euros, privando a nossa economia de recursos fundamentais para o seu desenvolvimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Simultaneamente, a taxa de poupança nacional tem vindo a decair, passando de cerca de 20% do produto em 1999 para menos de 10% nos últimos dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em 2010, o desemprego atingiu mais de 600 mil pessoas, o que contrasta com cerca de 215 mil em 2001. Nestes dez anos, a taxa de desemprego subiu de 4% para um valor de 11%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os dados publicados pela Comissão Europeia indicam que, em 2008, o número de residentes em Portugal que se encontravam em “risco de pobreza ou exclusão social” superava os 2 milhões e 750 mil, o que equivale a cerca de 26% da nossa população. De acordo com as informações qualitativas disponibilizadas pelas instituições que operam no terreno, esta situação ter se á agravado nos últimos dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A margem de manobra do Estado português para acudir às necessidades de crescimento da economia e para combater os problemas de natureza social encontra-se severamente limitada, como o provam os níveis da despesa pública, da dívida pública e do endividamento do Sector Empresarial do Estado, a que acrescem os encargos futuros com as parcerias público-privadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Também a capacidade dos agentes nacionais acederem ao crédito e de financiarem, quer as suas necessidades de capital quer o crescimento da economia, está cada vez mais dificultada. O saldo devedor da Posição de Investimento Internacional, que corresponde ao grau de endividamento líquido da economia, é superior a 100% do produto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os mercados continuam a limitar fortemente o recurso ao financiamento por parte do sistema bancário nacional, o que se reflecte num agravamento das restrições de acesso ao crédito por parte das famílias e das empresas e num aumento das taxas de juro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Além disso, o financiamento do Estado continua a ser feito a taxas anormalmente elevadas, condicionando o funcionamento do sistema financeiro português e da nossa economia. É elementar perceber que, como escreve o Banco de Portugal no seu último Boletim Económico, e cito, “o actual contexto de elevados prémios de risco da dívida soberana para Portugal implica um serviço da dívida externa acrescido”. Existe, assim, um risco sério de o pagamento de juros ao exterior travar a indispensável redução do desequilíbrio externo, mesmo no caso de um comportamento positivo das exportações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vários outros indicadores podiam ser apresentados para confirmar que Portugal se encontra numa situação particularmente difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Neste contexto, surpreende que possa ter passado despercebido nos meios políticos e económicos o alerta lançado pelo Governador do Banco de Portugal, em Janeiro passado, de que, e cito, “são insustentáveis tanto a trajectória da dívida pública como as trajectórias da dívida externa e da Posição de Investimento Internacional do nosso País”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhoras e Senhores Deputados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Portugal está hoje submetido a uma tenaz orçamental e financeira – o orçamento apertando do lado da procura e o crédito apertando do lado da oferta. Este quadro afectará negativamente o crescimento económico e a qualidade de vida das famílias, a não ser que os responsáveis políticos, económicos e financeiros correspondam, com firmeza e sem ambiguidades, à obrigação que têm de libertar o país desta situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta é a realidade que não deve ser ignorada e que é minha obrigação deixar bem clara no início do meu segundo mandato como contributo para que a urgência de actuar seja por todos apreendida. A resolução dos problemas exige plena consciencialização da situação em que estamos. É urgente encontrar soluções, retomar o caminho certo e preparar o futuro. Esta é uma tarefa que exigirá um esforço colectivo, para o qual todos somos chamados a contribuir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao Estado cabe definir com clareza as linhas estratégicas de orientação, as prioridades e os principais desígnios para o todo nacional. Estas serão referências essenciais não apenas para o sector público mas também para a iniciativa privada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Além disso, é imperativo melhorar a qualidade das políticas públicas. Em particular, é fundamental que todas as decisões do Estado sejam devida e atempadamente avaliadas, em termos da sua eficiência económica e social, do seu impacto nas empresas e na competitividade da economia, e das suas consequências financeiras presentes e futuras. Não podemos correr o risco de prosseguir políticas públicas baseadas no instinto ou em mero voluntarismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Só com políticas públicas objectivas, consistentes com uma estratégia orçamental sustentável e com princípios favoráveis ao florescimento da iniciativa privada, poderemos atrair investimento para a economia portuguesa e ambicionar um crescimento compatível com as nossas necessidades. Sem crescimento económico, os custos sociais da consolidação orçamental serão insuportáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Neste contexto difícil, impõe se ao Presidente da República que contribua para a definição de linhas de orientação e de rumos para a economia nacional que permitam responder às dificuldades do presente e encarar com esperança os desafios do futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em coerência com o que tenho defendido e com o que está inscrito no meu manifesto eleitoral, entendo que há princípios muito claros de orientação estratégica que Portugal deve assumir. Face à situação em que o País se encontra, há que actuar simultaneamente no domínio estrutural, visando a resolução dos desequilíbrios que têm afectado a economia portuguesa, e no domínio conjuntural, visando mitigar o impacto negativo da actual crise sobre o emprego, sobre as empresas e sobre os Portugueses mais carenciados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A nível estrutural, e como há muito venho a insistir, temos de apostar de forma inequívoca nos sectores de bens e serviços transaccionáveis. Só com um aumento da afectação de recursos para a produção competitiva conseguiremos iniciar um novo ciclo de desenvolvimento. Este é um desafio que responsabiliza, em primeiro lugar, o Estado e o sistema financeiro. De resto, é fundamental que os Portugueses assimilem, de forma convicta, a necessidade de produzir mais bens que concorram com a produção estrangeira. Um défice externo elevado e permanente é, por definição, insustentável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ainda no âmbito da afectação de recursos, é necessário estimular a poupança interna e travar a concessão indiscriminada de crédito, em especial para fins não produtivos e para sustentar gastos públicos. É imperioso reafectar o crédito disponível para as pequenas e médias empresas criadoras de valor económico e de emprego e para as exportações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em paralelo, é essencial traçar um caminho que permita o reforço da nossa competitividade e o aumento da produtividade do trabalho e do capital. A perda de competitividade da economia portuguesa é talvez o sintoma mais grave das nossas fragilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Neste contexto, é crucial a realização de reformas estruturais destinadas a diminuir o peso da despesa pública, a reduzir a presença excessiva do Estado na economia e a melhorar o desempenho e a eficácia da administração pública.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Só com uma gestão rigorosa, determinada e transparente das contas públicas será possível um crescimento económico duradouro, a criação de novos e melhores empregos e a consolidação da credibilidade externa. A sustentabilidade das finanças públicas portuguesas é uma questão iniludível para a confiança dos investidores internacionais. Quando a taxa de juro da dívida pública é superior à taxa de crescimento nominal da economia aumenta a exigência em relação ao saldo primário das contas públicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É preciso valorizar a iniciativa empresarial e o conceito de empresa como espaço de diálogo e cooperação entre gestores e trabalhadores, captar e manter investimento de qualidade e aproveitar as vantagens comparativas de que Portugal dispõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É crucial aprofundar o potencial competitivo de sectores como a floresta, o mar, a cultura e o lazer, as indústrias criativas, o turismo e a agricultura, onde detemos vantagens naturais diferenciadoras. A redução do défice alimentar é um objectivo que se impõe levar muito a sério, tal como a remoção dos entraves burocráticos ao acesso da iniciativa privada à exploração económica do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O futuro da economia portuguesa depende bastante da capacidade de acrescentar valor, de inovar e de incorporar mais conteúdo tecnológico nos nossos produtos. A interligação entre as empresas e os estabelecimentos de ensino superior e centros de investigação é da maior relevância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ainda no plano estrutural, é necessário garantir uma fiscalidade mais simples, transparente e previsível, melhorar a qualidade do investimento em formação e qualificação dos recursos humanos, assim como assegurar mais eficiência, credibilidade e rapidez no funcionamento do sistema de justiça. A justiça desempenha um papel crucial no desenvolvimento económico, como fonte de segurança e de previsibilidade, e funciona como referência para a captação de investimento internacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhoras e Senhores Deputados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na actual situação de emergência impõem-se, também, medidas de alcance conjuntural, que permitam minorar os efeitos imediatos da crise e criar o suporte económico e social necessário às transformações estruturais. Exige-se, em particular, um esforço determinado no sentido de combater o flagelo do desemprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A expectativa legítima dos Portugueses é a de que todas as políticas públicas e decisões de investimento tenham em conta o seu impacto no mercado laboral, privilegiando iniciativas que criem emprego ou que permitam a defesa dos postos de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Por outro lado, é essencial valorizar o papel das empresas e do empreendedorismo, da mesma forma que se celebra, por exemplo, o sucesso dos nossos atletas na obtenção de títulos internacionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É importante reconhecer as empresas e o valor por elas criado, em vez de as perseguir com uma retórica ameaçadora ou com políticas que desincentivam a iniciativa e o risco. No actual contexto, são elas que podem criar novos empregos e dar esperança a uma geração com formação ampla e diversificada e que não consegue entrar no mercado de trabalho. São as empresas que podem dinamizar as exportações e contribuir para a contenção do endividamento externo. Não podemos assistir de braços cruzados à saída de empresas do nosso País. Pelo contrário, temos que pensar seriamente no que é que podemos fazer para atrair mais empresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O essencial do investimento rentável e virado para os sectores transaccionáveis vem das empresas privadas. Precisamos de valorizar, em particular, quem tem vontade e coragem de inovar e de investir sem precisar dos apoios do Estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É especialmente decisivo atrair os jovens para a iniciativa empresarial. O empreendedorismo jovem é hoje uma realidade em desenvolvimento no nosso país que deve ser apoiada para que surjam muitos mais casos de sucesso. Portugal precisa de uma nova vaga de empreendedores. Empreendedores com autonomia do poder político, que não esperem qualquer tipo de protecção ou de favores, cidadãos empenhados na qualidade e na inovação, dispostos a assumir riscos e a competir no mercado global.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os nossos autarcas, que saúdo nesta ocasião solene, já compreenderam que o poder local adquiriu um novo perfil, a que correspondem novas exigências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As autarquias podem assumir um papel fulcral na valorização da iniciativa empresarial, na criação de emprego e, genericamente, na resposta às dificuldades económicas e sociais das respectivas regiões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para além do contributo em iniciativas de apoio aos mais carenciados, tenho constatado que existe um número crescente de autarcas que estão a reorientar as suas prioridades para o tecido produtivo e para a valorização económica das suas regiões e dos seus recursos. Este é um caminho de futuro e também aquele que poderá ter um impacto mais rápido na economia nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As iniciativas locais de emprego e os investimentos de proximidade são aqueles que podem produzir resultados de forma mais imediata e que melhor podem ser avaliados, reformulados ou reproduzidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Urge remover os obstáculos à reabilitação urbana, cujas potencialidades de criação de emprego e de promoção turística, embora há muito reconhecidas, permanecem em larga medida desaproveitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não podemos privilegiar grandes investimentos que não temos condições de financiar, que não contribuem para o crescimento da produtividade e que têm um efeito temporário e residual na criação de emprego. Não se trata de abandonar os nossos sonhos e ambições. Trata-se de sermos realistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As políticas activas de emprego desempenham também um papel importante no combate ao desemprego. A concertação social tem uma responsabilidade particular na definição de políticas de rápido efeito, avaliando resultados, corrigindo erros e servindo a criação efectiva de emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A inovação e a incorporação de conteúdo tecnológico nos bens que produzimos são essenciais. Contudo, não podemos deixar de ver o potencial e a importância dos chamados sectores tradicionais. As vantagens competitivas adquiridas e aprofundadas por estes sectores, bem como a experiência que já têm do mercado internacional, não podem ser desaproveitadas nem vítimas de preconceitos. Estão em causa sectores tipicamente criadores de emprego, contribuintes positivos para a nossa balança externa e que são, além disso, elementos essenciais de coesão social e territorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aumentar a eficiência e a transparência do Estado e reduzir o peso da despesa pública são prioridades não apenas de natureza estrutural, mas também conjuntural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Realismo, avaliação rigorosa das decisões, justiça na distribuição dos sacrifícios e melhoria do clima de confiança são exigências impostas pelo presente, mas que devemos também às gerações futuras. O caminho é possível, mas não será fácil nem rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reitero a minha convicção de que está em causa um esforço colectivo. É importante, por isso, que Governo, Assembleia da República e demais responsáveis políticos assumam uma atitude inclusiva e cooperante, que seja também factor de confiança e de motivação para os nossos cidadãos. A estabilidade política é uma condição que deve ser aproveitada para a resolução efectiva dos problemas do País. Seria desejável que o caminho a seguir fosse consubstanciado num programa estratégico de médio prazo, objecto de um alargado consenso político e social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Espero que todos os agentes políticos e poderes do Estado e os agentes económicos e financeiros estejam à altura das dificuldades do momento e dêem sentido de futuro aos sacrifícios exigidos aos Portugueses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Da União Europeia devemos esperar não apenas que assegure a estabilidade e a sustentabilidade da Zona Euro, mas também que desenvolva uma estratégia comum e solidária que promova o crescimento, o emprego e a coesão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhoras e Senhores Deputados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A nossa sociedade não pode continuar adormecida perante os desafios que o futuro lhe coloca. É necessário que um sobressalto cívico faça despertar os Portugueses para a necessidade de uma sociedade civil forte, dinâmica e, sobretudo, mais autónoma perante os poderes públicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O País terá muito a ganhar se os Portugueses, associados das mais diversas formas, participarem mais activamente na vida colectiva, afirmando os seus direitos e deveres de cidadania e fazendo chegar a sua voz aos decisores políticos. Este novo civismo da exigência deve construir-se, acima de tudo, como um civismo de independência face ao Estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em vários sectores da vida nacional, com destaque para o mundo das empresas, emergiram nos últimos anos sinais de uma cultura altamente nociva, assente na criação de laços pouco transparentes de dependência com os poderes públicos, fruto, em parte, das formas de influência e de domínio que o crescimento desmesurado do peso do Estado propicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É uma cultura que tem de acabar. Deve ser clara a separação entre a esfera pública das decisões colectivas e a esfera privada dos interesses particulares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os cidadãos devem ter a consciência de que é preciso mudar, pondo termo à cultura dominante nas mais diversas áreas. Eles próprios têm de mudar a sua atitude, assumindo de forma activa e determinada um compromisso de futuro que traga de novo a esperança às gerações mais novas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É altura dos Portugueses despertarem da letargia em que têm vivido e perceberem claramente que só uma grande mobilização da sociedade civil permitirá garantir um rumo de futuro para a legítima ambição de nos aproximarmos do nível de desenvolvimento dos países mais avançados da União Europeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta é uma tarefa de todos, cada um tem de assumir as suas próprias responsabilidades. É essencial que exista uma união de esforços, em que cada português se sinta parte de um todo mais vasto e realize o quinhão que lhe cabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Necessitamos de recentrar a nossa agenda de prioridades, colocando de novo as pessoas no fulcro das preocupações colectivas. Muitos dos nossos agentes políticos não conhecem o país real, só conhecem um país virtual e mediático. Precisamos de uma política humana, orientada para as pessoas concretas, para famílias inteiras que enfrentam privações absolutamente inadmissíveis num país europeu do século XXI. Precisamos de um combate firme às desigualdades e à pobreza que corroem a nossa unidade como povo. Há limites para os sacrifícios que se podem exigir ao comum dos cidadãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A pessoa humana tem de estar no centro da acção política. Os Portugueses não são uma estatística abstracta. Os Portugueses são pessoas que querem trabalhar, que aspiram a uma vida melhor para si e para os seus filhos. Numa República social e inclusiva, há que dar voz aos que não têm voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No momento que atravessamos, em que à crise económica e social se associa uma profunda crise de valores, há que salientar o papel absolutamente nuclear da família. A família é um espaço essencial de realização da pessoa humana e, em tempos difíceis, constitui o último refúgio e amparo com que muitos cidadãos podem contar. A família é o elemento agregador fundamental da sociedade portuguesa e, como tal, deve existir uma política activa de família que apoie a natalidade, que proteja as crianças e garanta o seu desenvolvimento, que combata a discriminação dos idosos, que aprofunde os elos entre gerações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O exercício de funções públicas deve ser prestigiado pelos melhores, o que exige que as nomeações para os cargos dirigentes da Administração sejam pautadas exclusivamente por critérios de mérito e não pela filiação partidária dos nomeados ou pelas suas simpatias políticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A coesão entre as gerações representa um importante activo de que Portugal ainda dispõe. Os jovens não podem ver o seu futuro adiado devido a opções erradas tomadas no presente. É nosso dever impedir que aos jovens seja deixada uma pesada herança, feita de dívidas, de encargos futuros, de desemprego ou de investimento improdutivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O exemplo que temos de dar às gerações mais novas é o exemplo de uma cultura onde o mérito, a competência, o trabalho e a ética de serviço público sejam valorizados. Entre as novas gerações, Portugal dispõe de recursos humanos altamente qualificados. Se nada fizermos, os nossos melhores jovens irão fixar-se no estrangeiro, processo que, aliás, já começa a tornar-se visível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É fundamental que a sociedade portuguesa seja despertada para a necessidade de um novo modo de acção política que consiga atrair os jovens e os cidadãos mais qualificados. O afastamento dos jovens em relação à actividade política não significa desinteresse pelos destinos do País; o que acontece, isso sim, é que muitos jovens não se revêem na actual forma de fazer política nem confiam que, a manter-se o actual estado de coisas, Portugal seja um espaço capaz de realizar as suas legítimas ambições. Precisamos de gestos fortes que permitam recuperar a confiança dos jovens nos governantes e nas instituições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seria extremamente positivo que os jovens se assumissem como protagonistas da mudança, participando de forma construtiva, e que as instituições da nossa democracia manifestassem abertura para receber o seu contributo. A geração mais jovem deve ser vista como parte da solução dos nossos problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Numa sociedade que valoriza o mérito, a educação é o elemento-chave da mobilidade social. Aqueles que dispõem de menores recursos, mas que revelem méritos e capacidades, têm de ser apoiados, para que não se aprofundem situações intoleráveis de desigualdade entre os Portugueses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Temos de despertar toda a sociedade para a importância do investimento na excelência da nossa educação. Todos os estabelecimentos de ensino que se destaquem pelos seus resultados têm de merecer o reconhecimento da sociedade e do Estado. Só assim se cumprirá o ideal de premiar o mérito que norteou a nossa República centenária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhor Presidente da Assembleia da República,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Senhoras e Senhores Deputados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao tomar posse como Presidente da República, estou firmemente convicto de que existem razões de esperança para o nosso País.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ao longo da sua História, Portugal viveu dificuldades e, com coragem, determinação e vontade de vencer, foi capaz de ultrapassá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logo a seguir à revolução do 25 de Abril, a sociedade civil deu uma prova excepcional da sua vitalidade na forma como acolheu, sem convulsões, quase um milhão de Portugueses que regressaram de África, em condições extremamente difíceis. Graças ao apoio das famílias e de diversas instituições, a sua integração no País processou-se sem sobressaltos de maior, apoiada naquela que é uma das melhores qualidades do nosso povo: a capacidade que revela para, nas horas difíceis, dar provas de um espírito de solidariedade e de entreajuda que é absolutamente extraordinário. Esse espírito é nosso, é único, é o espírito de Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todos os dias, encontramos esse espírito solidário nas diversas campanhas de apoio aos mais desfavorecidos. Os jovens participam nessas campanhas como voluntários, aos milhares. Sem nada pedirem em troca, sem pensarem em cargos ou proveitos para si próprios. Aos jovens, que nos dão tantas lições de vida, quero deixar aqui, neste dia, o testemunho da minha admiração mais profunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Temos jovens talentosos que ombreiam com os melhores do mundo, em inovação empresarial, em qualidade académica e científica, em criatividade artística e cultural. Há uma nova geração que ganha sucessivos prémios nas mais diversas áreas da investigação, que assume papéis de liderança nos mais variados projectos, que participa com grande entusiasmo e admirável generosidade em acções de voluntariado social ou nas campanhas de defesa do ambiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os nossos jovens movem-se hoje à escala planetária com uma facilidade que nos surpreende. Cidadãos do mundo, familiarizados com as novas tecnologias e a sociedade em rede, dispõem de um capital de conhecimento e de uma vontade de inovação que são admiráveis. Muitos dos académicos, investigadores, profissionais de sucesso e jovens empresários que trabalham no estrangeiro aspiram a regressar ao seu país, desde que possuam condições para aqui fazerem florescer as suas capacidades. Temos de aproveitar o enorme potencial desta nova geração e é nela que deposito a esperança de um Portugal melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Foi especialmente a pensar nos jovens que decidi recandidatar-me à Presidência da República. A eles dediquei a vitória que os Portugueses me deram. Agora, no momento em que tomo posse como Presidente da República, faço um vibrante apelo aos jovens de Portugal: ajudem o vosso País!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Façam ouvir a vossa voz. Este é o vosso tempo. Mostrem a todos que é possível viver num País mais justo e mais desenvolvido, com uma cultura cívica e política mais sadia, mais limpa, mais digna. Mostrem às outras gerações que não se acomodam nem se resignam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sonhem mais alto, acreditem na esperança de um tempo melhor. Acreditem em Portugal, porque esta é a vossa terra. É aqui que temos de construir um País à altura das nossas ambições. Estou certo de que, todos juntos, iremos vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.62em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1637781890487125871?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1637781890487125871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1637781890487125871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1637781890487125871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1637781890487125871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/discurso-de-cavaco-silva-na-tomada-de.html' title='Discurso de Cavaco Silva na tomada de posse/2011'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-G7nmr6KqMC0/TXfKFFC_CRI/AAAAAAAABi8/Tns-6ilEWrA/s72-c/cavacosilvanot3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7600010519774901459</id><published>2011-03-06T21:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:08:38.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Há dores felizes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4Q3YFIVe5c/TXP2sU0EtYI/AAAAAAAABi0/7EFQ_mqHTlA/s1600/4398286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4Q3YFIVe5c/TXP2sU0EtYI/AAAAAAAABi0/7EFQ_mqHTlA/s320/4398286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581075604603975042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há dores que só crescem lá dentro. Vivem reclusas e não adelgaçam com nada. Permanecem. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há dores que não resistem dentro de &lt;i&gt;alguéns&lt;/i&gt;! Há dores que morrem nos corações mais sombrios… Há dores felizes, essas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/2026642468009712042-7600010519774901459?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7600010519774901459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7600010519774901459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7600010519774901459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7600010519774901459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-dores-felizes.html' title='Há dores felizes...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-u4Q3YFIVe5c/TXP2sU0EtYI/AAAAAAAABi0/7EFQ_mqHTlA/s72-c/4398286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3148110082016484823</id><published>2011-03-04T17:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:07:22.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Este crime ficou impune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Bibi Aisha descobriu que não só não sabia ler nem escrever, como não sabia que não sabia.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbqx3Jw4U4c/TXEbPMp_qDI/AAAAAAAABik/IEY3s-vVpQs/s1600/bibi-aisha-320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbqx3Jw4U4c/TXEbPMp_qDI/AAAAAAAABik/IEY3s-vVpQs/s320/bibi-aisha-320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580271361198106674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 15.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;or um destes dias, enquanto aguardava entrar para uma reunião, os meus olhos abertos de espanto e horror fixaram um rosto na capa de uma revista. Era a TIME de Agosto de 2010. Foi com um nó na garganta e com uma crescente angústia no peito que fui avançando na notícia. Bibi Aisha, uma jovem/mulher afegã com 18 anos, foi mutilada pelo marido no nariz e nas orelhas, depois de ela tentar voltar para a sua família e o acusar de maus tratos. Bibi Aisha sofria violências constantes nas mãos do marido e da família deste. Bibi Aisha voltou a fugir. Está nos EUA a reconstruir o seu rosto e a sua vida, bem longe do pesado destino trágico para as mulheres afegãs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 15.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas que lugar é este no mundo, onde ainda se vive em escuridão total? Que religião é esta que incentiva condutas medievais? Que Deus é este que incita o castigo às mulheres com lapidação, chicotadas e mutilações?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 15.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Este crime, perpetrado a Bibi Aisha ficou impune. Mais um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3148110082016484823?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3148110082016484823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3148110082016484823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3148110082016484823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3148110082016484823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/este-crime-ficou-impune.html' title='Este crime ficou impune'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-Pbqx3Jw4U4c/TXEbPMp_qDI/AAAAAAAABik/IEY3s-vVpQs/s72-c/bibi-aisha-320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-769588395343367319</id><published>2011-03-03T16:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:23:12.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Atenção às Lombas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fUbT1xAd6k/TW-8a_3mOYI/AAAAAAAABic/wxsKCuZ6Le8/s1600/trans_lombas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fUbT1xAd6k/TW-8a_3mOYI/AAAAAAAABic/wxsKCuZ6Le8/s320/trans_lombas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579885635342580098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguém me sabe explicar o que se passa na nossa bela cidade? De repente, desataram a espalhar umas quantas lombas. Disse bem, espalhar! Pergunto, qual é o propósito da altura descomunal que apresentam? Sugiro, porque não aplicar uma lomba mais baixa e, paralelamente, rebaixar o passeio? É só uma ideia! E, já agora, qual é o objectivo de existir uma lomba imediatamente à saída de uma rotunda? Se é por causa da passadeira que aí se encontra, o melhor é aumentar a visibilidade, dessa e de todas as passadeiras que existem nessa nova avenida da Póvoa. Quem sabe, não tendo arbustos ao centro da facha de rodagem para que todos os condutores possam ter uma ampla visão de toda a passadeira e, não apenas da facha onde circulam, ao mesmo tempo, poderíamos aplicar uma passadeira que se apresente mais visível, existem algumas sugestões, é uma questão de procurar. É só outra ideia também… Por último, lembrei-me mais desta, porquê que existe outra lomba na rua que dá acesso ao Supermercado Modelo e aos prédios? Para esta, também tenho uma sugestão, é tira-la. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-769588395343367319?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/769588395343367319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=769588395343367319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/769588395343367319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/769588395343367319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/03/atencao-as-lombas.html' title='Atenção às Lombas'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-2fUbT1xAd6k/TW-8a_3mOYI/AAAAAAAABic/wxsKCuZ6Le8/s72-c/trans_lombas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1337509202254165596</id><published>2011-02-28T17:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:57:29.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Nunca esqueci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Xi4pCOnOX8/TWvhX1-ub7I/AAAAAAAABiU/hqpNAmyr0EQ/s1600/4400069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Xi4pCOnOX8/TWvhX1-ub7I/AAAAAAAABiU/hqpNAmyr0EQ/s320/4400069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578800363171901362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me esqueço facilmente da primeira vez que te vi. Nem da segunda - aliás no mesmo sítio da primeira. Nunca esqueci, porque foi o dia em que começaste a fazer parte da minha vida&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1337509202254165596?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1337509202254165596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1337509202254165596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1337509202254165596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1337509202254165596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/nunca-esqueci.html' title='Nunca esqueci...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-4Xi4pCOnOX8/TWvhX1-ub7I/AAAAAAAABiU/hqpNAmyr0EQ/s72-c/4400069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2420276100274700324</id><published>2011-02-27T18:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:14:37.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Qual é a dúvida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Qual é a parte da frase - &lt;i&gt;Sinto-me cansada!&lt;/i&gt; -, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que não entendes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2420276100274700324?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2420276100274700324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2420276100274700324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2420276100274700324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2420276100274700324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/qual-e-duvida.html' title='Qual é a dúvida?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5518360878534094266</id><published>2011-02-24T14:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:09:39.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Vivas desenxabidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2weps_w63mY/TWZln4LHrjI/AAAAAAAABiE/zYDe7m-Pofw/s1600/4341954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2weps_w63mY/TWZln4LHrjI/AAAAAAAABiE/zYDe7m-Pofw/s320/4341954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577256924313267762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O caminho do meio não é seguido, bem o sei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os homens inteligentes vão mais além, os ignorantes ficam aquém.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os sábios querem fazer um pouco mais,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;e o homem pequeno quer fazer de menos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;É assim que todos bebem e comem, mas poucos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;são os que sabem apreciar os sabores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confúcio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5518360878534094266?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5518360878534094266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5518360878534094266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5518360878534094266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5518360878534094266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/vivas-desenxabidas.html' title='Vivas desenxabidas'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-2weps_w63mY/TWZln4LHrjI/AAAAAAAABiE/zYDe7m-Pofw/s72-c/4341954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3936526183970633770</id><published>2011-02-14T15:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:10:04.129Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhJctPhkQjo/TVlFIUmhkHI/AAAAAAAABh8/sgEK6ejufSg/s1600/2774720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhJctPhkQjo/TVlFIUmhkHI/AAAAAAAABh8/sgEK6ejufSg/s320/2774720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573562023119261810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As nossas bocas misturam-se com as línguas, o corpo inflama-se, dói quase. Deixa-me beijar-te por dentro."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro Paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3936526183970633770?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3936526183970633770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3936526183970633770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3936526183970633770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3936526183970633770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/beijo-te.html' title='Beijo-te'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-DhJctPhkQjo/TVlFIUmhkHI/AAAAAAAABh8/sgEK6ejufSg/s72-c/2774720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8350926788218867751</id><published>2011-02-13T15:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:13:42.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo escrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rM6DqPkkxnI/TVf0iVuU1OI/AAAAAAAABh0/gI298YuHK_k/s1600/4379270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rM6DqPkkxnI/TVf0iVuU1OI/AAAAAAAABh0/gI298YuHK_k/s320/4379270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573191934678455522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Escrever pode ser uma óptima desculpa para quem na vida não tem qualquer esperança. É uma maneira de preencher uma sombra e há momentos em que um beijo escrito vale por muitos."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro Paixão, &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; Nos Teus Braços Morreríamos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8350926788218867751?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8350926788218867751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8350926788218867751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8350926788218867751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8350926788218867751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-beijo-escrito.html' title='Um beijo escrito'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-rM6DqPkkxnI/TVf0iVuU1OI/AAAAAAAABh0/gI298YuHK_k/s72-c/4379270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8961309019880423538</id><published>2011-02-12T19:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:04:19.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgaG1reLR50/TVbmnD_lpxI/AAAAAAAABhs/KZHq4ewveaE/s1600/3696169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgaG1reLR50/TVbmnD_lpxI/AAAAAAAABhs/KZHq4ewveaE/s320/3696169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572895147678869266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lembras-te do primeiro beijo? Tão cheio de medo e pudor, mas perfeito, eterno, sublime e inesquecível... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunca um beijo carregou tantos sonhos! Nunca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2026642468009712042-8961309019880423538?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8961309019880423538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8961309019880423538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8961309019880423538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8961309019880423538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/primeiro-beijo.html' title='Primeiro beijo'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/-tgaG1reLR50/TVbmnD_lpxI/AAAAAAAABhs/KZHq4ewveaE/s72-c/3696169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-9093419007021915782</id><published>2011-02-08T19:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:05:11.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Amar é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TVGTmsXHZAI/AAAAAAAABhk/Tn7cAOLkXEo/s1600/3321061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TVGTmsXHZAI/AAAAAAAABhk/Tn7cAOLkXEo/s320/3321061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571396506986439682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Amar é ultrapassarmo-nos&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-9093419007021915782?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/9093419007021915782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=9093419007021915782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/9093419007021915782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/9093419007021915782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/amar-e.html' title='Amar é...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TVGTmsXHZAI/AAAAAAAABhk/Tn7cAOLkXEo/s72-c/3321061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3894926234161902084</id><published>2011-02-07T15:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:06:37.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes esquecemo-nos de tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TVASb3zKvdI/AAAAAAAABhc/hTgpaVMhdPY/s1600/3659344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TVASb3zKvdI/AAAAAAAABhc/hTgpaVMhdPY/s320/3659344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570973009101635026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes é preciso dar a mão. Às vezes é só preciso dar a mão. Unir as mãos e ficar... sem pressa! Dar lugar ao silêncio, e usá-lo por companhia. Deixar as palavras lá fora. E ficar cá dentro. Unir as mãos como se dos corações se tratasse e, deixar chorar... Às vezes é urgente chorar. Muitas vezes é necessário chorar. Outras ainda, só lhes resta chorar. E, outras vezes ainda, só conseguem chorar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parece simples?! Mas não é. Por norma, ficamos incomodados. Assim, meio sem jeito, e temos dificuldade em gerir esses momentos, e os sentimentos que os envolvem... e depois temos o, péssimo, habito de dizer: "&lt;i&gt;Não chore! Porque está a chorar? Não fique assim!...&lt;/i&gt;", e, esquecemo-nos que na maioria das vezes, "&lt;i&gt;o assim&lt;/i&gt;" é a forma de chegarem até nós, em muitas circunstancias, a única. Esquecemo-nos que é um modo de agradecimento, que é um abraço e até um beijo. Esquecemo-nos que é uma forma de demonstrarem como as maleitas do coração doem que se farta! Esquecemo-nos de que têm saudades de um tempo que já lá vai, no tempo. Esquecemo-nos que se sentem perdidos, arrumados num corpo que não reconhecem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes, esquecemo-nos que não dói embalar o choro...  e que é urgente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3894926234161902084?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3894926234161902084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3894926234161902084' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3894926234161902084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3894926234161902084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-vezes-esquecemo-nos-de-tanta-coisa.html' title='Às vezes esquecemo-nos de tanto...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TVASb3zKvdI/AAAAAAAABhc/hTgpaVMhdPY/s72-c/3659344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-293003025044035562</id><published>2011-02-06T12:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:31:20.128Z</updated><title type='text'>Fica a pergunta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TU6TkQfuHcI/AAAAAAAABhU/6FOqiITwy9U/s1600/MLKC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TU6TkQfuHcI/AAAAAAAABhU/6FOqiITwy9U/s320/MLKC.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570552040216468930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A questão mais persistente e urgente da vida é: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O que estás a fazer pelos outros?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/b&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/2026642468009712042-293003025044035562?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/293003025044035562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=293003025044035562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/293003025044035562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/293003025044035562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/fica-pergunta.html' title='Fica a pergunta...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TU6TkQfuHcI/AAAAAAAABhU/6FOqiITwy9U/s72-c/MLKC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6836753636639642623</id><published>2011-02-03T15:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:55:12.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUrO1DvhEtI/AAAAAAAABhI/sfLGaEo8sNc/s1600/1219803368YQqZDFY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUrO1DvhEtI/AAAAAAAABhI/sfLGaEo8sNc/s320/1219803368YQqZDFY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569491300130034386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parecia inatingível e imortal. E durante anos, foi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6836753636639642623?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6836753636639642623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6836753636639642623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6836753636639642623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6836753636639642623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUrO1DvhEtI/AAAAAAAABhI/sfLGaEo8sNc/s72-c/1219803368YQqZDFY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4695110842955175548</id><published>2011-02-01T15:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:37:03.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Saberás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUgn4XQV3FI/AAAAAAAABhA/c_bYBdNCaiw/s1600/2769810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUgn4XQV3FI/AAAAAAAABhA/c_bYBdNCaiw/s320/2769810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568744788512332882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que acontecerá ao nosso amor quando o declararmos à luz? O que lhe acontecerá quando sair da penumbra acolhedora dos nossos braços?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4695110842955175548?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4695110842955175548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4695110842955175548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4695110842955175548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4695110842955175548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/02/saberas.html' title='Saberás?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUgn4XQV3FI/AAAAAAAABhA/c_bYBdNCaiw/s72-c/2769810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6567549413755717506</id><published>2011-01-31T16:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:21:25.197Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de Pilar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUbguSAmaQI/AAAAAAAABg4/wUoOIttvMhU/s1600/jose%2Be%2Bpilar%2B2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUbguSAmaQI/AAAAAAAABg4/wUoOIttvMhU/s320/jose%2Be%2Bpilar%2B2010.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568385075003156738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ler é uma forma de criação."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pilar del Rio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6567549413755717506?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6567549413755717506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6567549413755717506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6567549413755717506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6567549413755717506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/palavras-de-pilar.html' title='Palavras de Pilar'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUbguSAmaQI/AAAAAAAABg4/wUoOIttvMhU/s72-c/jose%2Be%2Bpilar%2B2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7702071950732735331</id><published>2011-01-27T18:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:51:11.234Z</updated><title type='text'>Se pudesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUG-Sg1OYQI/AAAAAAAABgw/oqZVr84_v-I/s1600/1658010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUG-Sg1OYQI/AAAAAAAABgw/oqZVr84_v-I/s320/1658010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566939839666741506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... escolhia-te!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7702071950732735331?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7702071950732735331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7702071950732735331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7702071950732735331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7702071950732735331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-pudesse.html' title='Se pudesse...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TUG-Sg1OYQI/AAAAAAAABgw/oqZVr84_v-I/s72-c/1658010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2047512063637138947</id><published>2011-01-25T16:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:37:24.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Este é ainda o ser humano que perdura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TT75YdnNhlI/AAAAAAAABgo/OzOFJbZNPPk/s1600/cavalo_de_fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TT75YdnNhlI/AAAAAAAABgo/OzOFJbZNPPk/s320/cavalo_de_fogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566160388137780818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos os anos, na véspera de Santo Antão, a pequena aldeia espanhola de San Bartolomé de Pinares, perto de Ávila, é iluminada pelo fogo "purificador" de duas dezenas de grandes fogueiras. E na noite do passado domingo, como sempre, os cavalos, as éguas, os burros e as burras de toda a região central da meseta castelhana foram até ali levados pelos respectivos donos, a fim de cumprirem o ritual - por vezes assustador - de saltarem as fogueiras acesas em honra do patrono dos animais. Só que os cavaleiros, para além de serem voluntários, estão mais protegidos das chamas do que os desprevenidos equídeos, o que está de acordo com a linha das tradições de recorde bárbaro desenhadas à imagem dominadora do bicho-homem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Texto retirado na integra da Revista Visão de 20 de Janeiro de 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2047512063637138947?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2047512063637138947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2047512063637138947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2047512063637138947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2047512063637138947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/este-e-ainda-o-ser-humano-que-perdura.html' title='Este é ainda o ser humano que perdura...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TT75YdnNhlI/AAAAAAAABgo/OzOFJbZNPPk/s72-c/cavalo_de_fogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-4160153060990584273</id><published>2011-01-21T15:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:55:26.617Z</updated><title type='text'>Não é meia-noite quem quer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTmpCrdg0tI/AAAAAAAABgg/9Qea4WUJFzg/s1600/4335872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTmpCrdg0tI/AAAAAAAABgg/9Qea4WUJFzg/s320/4335872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564664678084301522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Há anos que este verso de René Char me persegue. Pensei usá-lo como título de um livro, como coda para um capítulo, fazer variações em torno dele num texto qualquer. Não fiz nada, até agora, porque me anda na cabeça mas não me aparece na mão, e só consigo escrever com os dedos, os miolos não pegam na esferográfica. Por qualquer motivo obscuro o bico da caneta não o aprova. E, no entanto, volta não volta lembro-me dele."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Começo a fazer esta crónica com pausas dado que a mão vazia, parece que tropeça na página, lá se recompõe, a pobre, ameaça desmaiar de novo, um livro na estante, não sei ao certo onde, à minha esquerda, acho eu, principia a conversar comigo, pergunta uma coisa que não entendo bem, não lhe respondo, faço um gesto sem destino na esperança de contentá-lo, o livro cala-se, que esquisitos os livro, tanta barulheira às vezes."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uma ajudinha amigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e fico aqui a ler, na mesma mesa em que rabisco as páginas, que silêncio nas coisas, que vazio, não é meia-noite quem quer, rodeio-me de pessoas que não existem, sinto-me cheio de palavras que não amadurecerem ainda, não palavras, larvas de palavras, imagens que surgem e se desvanecem, desfocadas, fugidias, peço a mim mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Uma ajudinha amigo"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;António Lobo Antunes, &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; Visão 20 Janeiro de 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4160153060990584273?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4160153060990584273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4160153060990584273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4160153060990584273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4160153060990584273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-e-meia-noite-quem-quer.html' title='Não é meia-noite quem quer'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTmpCrdg0tI/AAAAAAAABgg/9Qea4WUJFzg/s72-c/4335872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5601492214750402453</id><published>2011-01-18T23:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:58:22.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Em campanha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTYkn1LZfMI/AAAAAAAABgY/YimNBesPTgw/s1600/imagesCAY6MXRP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563674656371211458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTYkn1LZfMI/AAAAAAAABgY/YimNBesPTgw/s320/imagesCAY6MXRP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje falo sobre a Campanha Eleitoral para a Presidência da Republica. Ou, esperem lá... estamos em campanha não estamos? Bem, partindo do princípio sim, há muito pouco a comentar. Para falar verdade, não tenho memória de uma campanha eleitoral assim, tão vazia, tão insípida (e olhem que estou a ser meiga nos adjectivos...)... O dia 23 está aí e ainda não sabemos quais são os projectos de cada candidato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os dias vão passando entre injúrias e chalaças. Nada de novo. E o povo vai assistindo alegremente, ou não, ao arremesso de larachas (que coisa bonita!)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o país encolhe e a sociedade murcha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5601492214750402453?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5601492214750402453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5601492214750402453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5601492214750402453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5601492214750402453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/em-campanha.html' title='Em campanha?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTYkn1LZfMI/AAAAAAAABgY/YimNBesPTgw/s72-c/imagesCAY6MXRP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7615042900055170525</id><published>2011-01-17T14:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:10:29.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouvir como quem ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTRWI8hqP4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/tmKhLwLtue8/s1600/3346097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563166151395655554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTRWI8hqP4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/tmKhLwLtue8/s320/3346097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E disseste baixinho: Não sei o que fazer com o resto do amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproximei-me e pousei os meus lábios nos teus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2026642468009712042-7615042900055170525?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7615042900055170525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7615042900055170525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7615042900055170525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7615042900055170525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/ouvir-como-quem-ama.html' title='Ouvir como quem ama'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTRWI8hqP4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/tmKhLwLtue8/s72-c/3346097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7178907117943603772</id><published>2011-01-16T21:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:10:55.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTNc7F5fLrI/AAAAAAAABgI/J_UG1q0rsKw/s1600/4131768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562892134998027954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTNc7F5fLrI/AAAAAAAABgI/J_UG1q0rsKw/s320/4131768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não a lastimo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há falta na ausência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ausência é um estar em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sinto-a, branda, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninguém a rouba mais de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7178907117943603772?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7178907117943603772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7178907117943603772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7178907117943603772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7178907117943603772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTNc7F5fLrI/AAAAAAAABgI/J_UG1q0rsKw/s72-c/4131768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8793812377188477055</id><published>2011-01-16T19:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:03:53.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Subsiste o vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTNArtWrxrI/AAAAAAAABgA/uCVfnB5OsBo/s1600/2307851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562861084385986226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTNArtWrxrI/AAAAAAAABgA/uCVfnB5OsBo/s320/2307851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando as palavras ficam presas na linha que nos separa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8793812377188477055?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8793812377188477055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8793812377188477055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8793812377188477055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8793812377188477055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/subsiste-o-vazio.html' title='Subsiste o vazio...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTNArtWrxrI/AAAAAAAABgA/uCVfnB5OsBo/s72-c/2307851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3847467123462468819</id><published>2011-01-16T14:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:24:41.356Z</updated><title type='text'>A natureza é (in)flexível?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTL9QElQdDI/AAAAAAAABf4/k6J1PArTsII/s1600/4306015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562786942305727538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTL9QElQdDI/AAAAAAAABf4/k6J1PArTsII/s320/4306015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uma enorme dificuldade em abrir os olhos das pessoas. Comovê-las e destroçar-lhes a alma, é fácil; difícil é fazer com que a luz lhes penetre o cérebro. Que benefício existe em mudar-lhes os sentimentos, se estas continuam no mesmo registo dos idiotas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonh Ruskin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3847467123462468819?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3847467123462468819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3847467123462468819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3847467123462468819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3847467123462468819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/natureza-e-inflexivel.html' title='A natureza é (in)flexível?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTL9QElQdDI/AAAAAAAABf4/k6J1PArTsII/s72-c/4306015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2905075629730237388</id><published>2011-01-15T15:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:18:14.205Z</updated><title type='text'>É por aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTG5_7HTHJI/AAAAAAAABfw/Cp088VVIUCg/s1600/4286915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562431522630474898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTG5_7HTHJI/AAAAAAAABfw/Cp088VVIUCg/s320/4286915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te dás recebes mais do que dás,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois não eras nada e tornas-te algo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antonie de Saint-Exupéry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2905075629730237388?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2905075629730237388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2905075629730237388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2905075629730237388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2905075629730237388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-por-ai.html' title='É por aí...'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTG5_7HTHJI/AAAAAAAABfw/Cp088VVIUCg/s72-c/4286915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1528313287146623289</id><published>2011-01-14T18:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:29:59.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Com os olhos fechados ou não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTCSCC__JZI/AAAAAAAABfo/CVSF_3-MwjU/s1600/3795821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562106103665206674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTCSCC__JZI/AAAAAAAABfo/CVSF_3-MwjU/s320/3795821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se levantar o meu olhar para a janela do local onde trabalho - é uma janela grande rasgada na parede e que rasga a paisagem também -, vejo umas quantas manchas brancas que povoam esta pequena e simpática localidade e vejo o azul de um céu imenso (onde às vezes gostaria de morar...!)... Mas, se me levantar da secretária onde vou tomando umas quantas notas, e olhar para a mesma janela, vejo, tão nitidamente, os telhados e as paredes caiadas do casario que vai pincelando esta janela - que mais me parece um quadro natural -, vejo as árvores, vejo a praia e vejo o mar... E, se entretanto te quiser ver... terei de me sentar e de me recostar na cadeira e fechar os olhos... assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1528313287146623289?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1528313287146623289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1528313287146623289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1528313287146623289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1528313287146623289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/com-os-olhos-fechados-ou-nao.html' title='Com os olhos fechados ou não?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTCSCC__JZI/AAAAAAAABfo/CVSF_3-MwjU/s72-c/3795821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5928701575356083354</id><published>2011-01-14T14:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:17:09.319Z</updated><title type='text'>Para o bem e para o mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTBaBRC-vgI/AAAAAAAABfg/8vwwdLsSVQU/s1600/4215641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562044517604834818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTBaBRC-vgI/AAAAAAAABfg/8vwwdLsSVQU/s320/4215641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;As quatro coisas que não voltam para trás:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pedra atirada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A palavra dita,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ocasião perdida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o tempo passado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTBZ398NyyI/AAAAAAAABfY/Vh_N8n5nc8Q/s1600/4215641.jpg"&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/2026642468009712042-5928701575356083354?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5928701575356083354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5928701575356083354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5928701575356083354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5928701575356083354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-o-bem-e-para-o-mal.html' title='Para o bem e para o mal'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TTBaBRC-vgI/AAAAAAAABfg/8vwwdLsSVQU/s72-c/4215641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-759352120410036230</id><published>2011-01-05T12:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:26:47.511Z</updated><title type='text'>O regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSRhtxCTXtI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RXlkS0k-tnU/s1600/4253257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558675278967037650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSRhtxCTXtI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RXlkS0k-tnU/s320/4253257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Peço-te que não digas nada, fica apenas. Descansa das tuas viagens e respira a meu lado o tempo que quiseres, saberás então, se chegas-te a casa ou não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Devagar pousei os olhos, despi-me do medo e o teu calor ajudou-me a sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-759352120410036230?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/759352120410036230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=759352120410036230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/759352120410036230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/759352120410036230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-regresso.html' title='O regresso'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSRhtxCTXtI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RXlkS0k-tnU/s72-c/4253257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-6389063200800193279</id><published>2011-01-04T16:42:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:28:19.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Apagão no INE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558372172694074706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSNOCqLYtVI/AAAAAAAABfI/94hMGWTDt80/s320/APAGO_%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora é o apagão no Instituto Nacional de Estatística (INE).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O INE vai mudar - mas atenção! -, em pleno ano de crise económica e social, a metodologia de recolha e actualização de informação. Até agora, esta recolha era efectuada através de entrevistas presenciais que serão substituídas por entrevistas telefónicas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta, aparente, pequenina alteração vai trazer estragos elevados no que diz respeito a análise e processamento de dados quando pretendermos compará-los com períodos homólogos, ou, melhor dizendo, não poderão ser comparados - afirmou o INE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê agora? Porquê neste momento tão sensível? Estas são algumas perguntas que apresento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O INE, prevendo estas questões, adiantou-se nas explicações, dizendo que começaram a existir "algumas dificuldades" na colaboração por parte das pessoas na obtenção das respostas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É pena não poderem ver a minha expressão facial, mas neste momento estou com aquele ar meio amarelo... incrédula! Mesmo assim, ainda me assaltam mais perguntas, por exemplo: Seriam as pessoas tratadas com a dignidade que se impõe?; Estariam presentes as condições de privacidade necessárias?; E quanto aos funcionários, teriam a postura, espaço e a formação necessárias e adequadas para exercerem a recolha destes dados?; E agora, estará o INE certo de reunir os contactos telefónicos actualizados?; Saberá que uma grande parte das pessoas já não tem telefone fixo?; E quanto aos telefones móveis, saberá que muitas pessoas hoje tem um numero e amanhã poderão ter outro?; E os custos de estabelecer ligações telefónicas para redes móveis, estarão contempladas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que trapalhada vai sair daqui!!! Trata-se apenas da minha antevisão. É certo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece-me um apagão oportuno. Digo oportuno e reforço-o, pois neste ano tão extraordinariamente complicado e sensível a &lt;em&gt;quem&lt;/em&gt; não interessará estabelecer comparações com indicadores clássicos de mercado de emprego em Portugal? Taxas de desemprego? Ritmos de criação de postos de trabalho? Ritmos de destruição de postos de trabalho? São tudo questões relacionadas com estatísticas, informações úteis e necessárias para &lt;em&gt;quem&lt;/em&gt; deseja compreender o percurso que Portugal estará a tomar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece-me mesmo oportuno... este tal apagão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ar amarelo com que fiquei, afinal é figado!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-6389063200800193279?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/6389063200800193279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=6389063200800193279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6389063200800193279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/6389063200800193279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/apagao-no-ine.html' title='Apagão no INE'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSNOCqLYtVI/AAAAAAAABfI/94hMGWTDt80/s72-c/APAGO_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1084760140343556035</id><published>2011-01-03T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:25:37.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSHqDCn5xAI/AAAAAAAABfA/NxHuKx1HxB0/s1600/3891597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557980753116644354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSHqDCn5xAI/AAAAAAAABfA/NxHuKx1HxB0/s320/3891597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; És a minha melhor qualidade. Foi o que disse. Assim... sem mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1084760140343556035?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1084760140343556035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1084760140343556035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1084760140343556035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1084760140343556035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/uma-ternura.html' title='Uma ternura'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TSHqDCn5xAI/AAAAAAAABfA/NxHuKx1HxB0/s72-c/3891597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3220142998026074738</id><published>2011-01-01T16:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:46:19.538Z</updated><title type='text'>BOM ANO NOVO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TR9ZLi2NFlI/AAAAAAAABe4/WdCOiWtDaQc/s1600/383129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557258520066070098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TR9ZLi2NFlI/AAAAAAAABe4/WdCOiWtDaQc/s320/383129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Desejo, para 2011, um país subitamente mais equitativo, mais responsável, mais cumpridor e mais justo. Portanto, um país mais civilizado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BOM ANO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2026642468009712042-3220142998026074738?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3220142998026074738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3220142998026074738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3220142998026074738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3220142998026074738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-desejo-para-2011-e-um-pais.html' title='BOM ANO NOVO!'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TR9ZLi2NFlI/AAAAAAAABe4/WdCOiWtDaQc/s72-c/383129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7685126223982769302</id><published>2010-12-30T18:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:30:07.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TRzPAjlcg-I/AAAAAAAABeo/uRSSfLaV63w/s1600/Feliz-2011-Ano-Novo-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556543648727598050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TRzPAjlcg-I/AAAAAAAABeo/uRSSfLaV63w/s320/Feliz-2011-Ano-Novo-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aguentem-se! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O Ano Novo está mesmo a chegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7685126223982769302?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7685126223982769302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7685126223982769302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7685126223982769302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7685126223982769302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html' title='Ano Novo'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TRzPAjlcg-I/AAAAAAAABeo/uRSSfLaV63w/s72-c/Feliz-2011-Ano-Novo-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-5606542987311896170</id><published>2010-12-26T17:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:42:48.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre as palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TReMWwZeIZI/AAAAAAAABeg/pPo14LIbIis/s1600/3039452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555062987961541010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TReMWwZeIZI/AAAAAAAABeg/pPo14LIbIis/s320/3039452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TReEXIeSPDI/AAAAAAAABeU/8VxpGWKdDmE/s1600/imagesCAKD1RPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A poesia tem o poder de limpar as palavras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para depois restitui-las ao povo".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;António Osório&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-5606542987311896170?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/5606542987311896170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=5606542987311896170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5606542987311896170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/5606542987311896170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/12/sempre-as-palavras.html' title='Sempre as palavras'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TReMWwZeIZI/AAAAAAAABeg/pPo14LIbIis/s72-c/3039452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-1653556403360609715</id><published>2010-12-24T01:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:21:51.648Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TRP1SH_VMBI/AAAAAAAABeE/S3ca0rC_ZOY/s1600/cartao_natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554052457209081874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TRP1SH_VMBI/AAAAAAAABeE/S3ca0rC_ZOY/s320/cartao_natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Votos de um Santo e Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;a todos os meus amigos e visitantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-1653556403360609715?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/1653556403360609715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=1653556403360609715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1653556403360609715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/1653556403360609715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TRP1SH_VMBI/AAAAAAAABeE/S3ca0rC_ZOY/s72-c/cartao_natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-67014962553361340</id><published>2010-12-14T17:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:37:13.195Z</updated><title type='text'>O que surgiu primeiro - a galinha ou o ovo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TQeoDU2Z4vI/AAAAAAAABd8/lXS9yqch7-M/s1600/chicken_and_the_egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550589840847397618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TQeoDU2Z4vI/AAAAAAAABd8/lXS9yqch7-M/s320/chicken_and_the_egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi a galinha que surgiu primeiro! Esta é a resposta tão desejada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem afirmou com prova científica foi &lt;em&gt;Colin Freeman&lt;/em&gt;, da Universidade de &lt;em&gt;Sheffield&lt;/em&gt;. A investigação de desenvolvia revelou que a formação de um ovo só é possível se uma proteína específica, a ovocledidina-17 (OC-17), estiver presente nos ovários da galinha. O supercomputador &lt;em&gt;High-End Computing Terascale Resources&lt;/em&gt; (HECToR), da Universidade de Edimburgo, efectuou um zoom elevadissimo e confirmou a presença da OC-17 nos ovários da galinha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronto, o mistério está revelado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-67014962553361340?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/67014962553361340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=67014962553361340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/67014962553361340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/67014962553361340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-surgiu-primeiro-galinha-ou-o-ovo.html' title='O que surgiu primeiro - a galinha ou o ovo?'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TQeoDU2Z4vI/AAAAAAAABd8/lXS9yqch7-M/s72-c/chicken_and_the_egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-8077413522541137717</id><published>2010-12-08T16:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:50:20.954Z</updated><title type='text'>CAUSA MAIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TP-2iyzpl4I/AAAAAAAABd0/i7TCdsM-bIg/s1600/4160534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548353974813955970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TP-2iyzpl4I/AAAAAAAABd0/i7TCdsM-bIg/s320/4160534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já se colou à CAUSA MAIOR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por quem espera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-8077413522541137717?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/8077413522541137717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=8077413522541137717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8077413522541137717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/8077413522541137717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/12/causa-maior.html' title='CAUSA MAIOR'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TP-2iyzpl4I/AAAAAAAABd0/i7TCdsM-bIg/s72-c/4160534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3748211110837177467</id><published>2010-12-08T01:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:29:36.057Z</updated><title type='text'>SALVADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tv1.rtp.pt/programas-rtp/index.php?p_id=25663&amp;amp;e_id=&amp;amp;c_id=1&amp;amp;dif=tv&amp;amp;sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4cfedeb8eedba6b9%2C0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RTP - SALVADOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3748211110837177467?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3748211110837177467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3748211110837177467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3748211110837177467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3748211110837177467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/12/salvador.html' title='SALVADOR'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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-2026642468009712042.post-4777051931355966643</id><published>2010-12-05T17:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:13:01.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Alberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TPvN81ubPCI/AAAAAAAABds/lVFzuxgUKjo/s1600/DSC09535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547253811134544930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TPvN81ubPCI/AAAAAAAABds/lVFzuxgUKjo/s320/DSC09535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Alberta, Beta para os mais íntimos, foi operada por estes dias, apresentava uma lesão nodular epidérmica. O fragmento nodular depois de excisado foi enviado para o Centro de Diagnóstico Veterinário no ICBAS-UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O resultando chegou. É demolidor! A lesão apresenta um carácter maligno compatível com fibrossarcoma. O risco de recidiva é elevado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gatinha, de cima dos seus 14 anos e meio, e com bastantes fragilidades típicas da idade, tem apresentado uma recuperação excepcional. Encontrando-se bem. Carregada de mimo. Mas bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estes dias frios passam-me docemente, contrastando com este silêncio irrequieto que me aperta o peito. Vivo num desalinho dormente este desfiar permanente de acontecimentos. Vivo roída por este desassossego. Não quero, é certo, mas sou triste neste momento! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-4777051931355966643?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/4777051931355966643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=4777051931355966643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/4777051931355966643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TPJ1D2JtOII/AAAAAAAABdk/5NFQXENPgC0/s1600/saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544622800182786178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TPJ1D2JtOII/AAAAAAAABdk/5NFQXENPgC0/s320/saramago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contabilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;venho para te cortar os&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedos em moedas pequenas e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com elas pagar ao coração o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mal que me fizeste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pior amor é este, o que já é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feito de ódio também. o pior amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é este, o que já é feito de ódio também. o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pior é o amor é este, o que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já é feito de ódio também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valter hugo mãe,&lt;em&gt; in&lt;/em&gt; contabilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2571265403845944234?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2571265403845944234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2571265403845944234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2571265403845944234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2571265403845944234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543939687527725426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TPAHxdNHuXI/AAAAAAAABdc/8tG4uQCpyDQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;coisinhas de meter no cu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o menino reuniu as suas bonecas e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ralhou com elas. portaram-se mal quando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lhes pediu que fizessem silêncio na &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hora de pôr a mesa. a cristiana e a barbie na neve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;querem sempre ficar do seu lado. mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não pode ser. o menino ouve as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonecas chorarem noite inteira. ouve-as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como uma angústia constante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crescendo no seu próprio peito. cuidadoso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antes de adormecer, deita-lhes um pequeno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;candeeiro aceso sobre os olhos de vidro e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recomenda-lhes todo o amor do mundo. o amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;explica, é ser uno com o que está apartado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penteou uma a uma pacientemente. as suas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonecas terão um domingo especial, agora que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lhes comprou um sofá vermelho, pequeno, à &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medida dos seus corpinhos perfeitos. não há lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para todas, por isso, sabe que vai ter de as substituir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de meia em meia hora. estabelece as regras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pormenorizadamente. anuncia, a partir de hoje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a nossa casa está mais bonita, e esta beleza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deve contribuir para os nossos corações. quero que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os nossos corações se ponham de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;festa, quero que exista senão alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o menino observou o sofá vermelho intenso, apreciou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como era incrível ali estendido o vestido da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elizabete, feito de tule muito branco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com um corpete de veludo dourado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; o pai bate-lhe no fim da tarde. chega a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casa cansado e não diz nada. e, sem dizer nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arranca-o do quarto de brincar e obriga-o a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficar na cama. pela janela, vê o fim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da tarde a entristecer as casas, e fica à espera da mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se pudesse o sol chegar de novo àquela hora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a mãe chega, fecha-se na sala a discutir com o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pai. o menino tira de sob a almofada o ken. gosta do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ken. tem quatro diferentes. o polícia é o seu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preferido. sonha sempre que um dia virá para prender o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pai levando-o para longe para o espancar sem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piedade. um pouco depois, a mãe estende os seus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raios por toda a parte. de tão brilhante, o menino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fecha os olhos ofuscados e abraça-se a ela a ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só por dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o joaquim não gosta do ken. o menino disse que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lho deixava para assumir a barbie na&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neve. mas ele nem assim aceitou. o menino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não o obrigava a ser a barbie. e não se importa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada de fazer esse papel. mas o joaquim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não quis mesmo. passou com o seu tractor por cima do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boneco e foi-se embora. o menino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficou zangado. mas os melhores amigos , diz a mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;também se zangam. por isso, ficou à espera que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ele viesse falar consigo. eu posso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brincar com a bicicleta, dizia, podemos ir lá abaixo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até ao mosteiro ver as campas antigas de pedra. depois,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensava, talvez ele aceite ser o ken. o ken polícia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que deixou no sofá vermelho para que se &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anime, porque não se passa assim com um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tractor por cima da autoridade. o papá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixa-te ficar no sofá a tarde inteira. tirou a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elizabete e pô-lo ali sentado, subitamente mais feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pai afastou a mãe da frente e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voltou a puxá-lo. sempre que o faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marca-lhe os braços com as mãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apertadas sobre a pele como aguilhões. o menino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estendeu-lhe o ken e disse entre dentes, está preso e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;és um filho da puta. mas ele não parou de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lhe bater, por mais que visse o ken fardado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão furiosos os dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mãe ficou a ver-lhe o rabo a inchar à força do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapato. o pai pensava que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as bonecas da mariana não podiam ser de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outra pessoa. a mãe sentou-se, depois, no sofá e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomou o menino ao colo. então, o menino chorou e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espremeu contra o peito o homem-aranha, que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lhe fez uma teia de protecção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outro dia, o pai pegou fogo ao quarto de brincar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não avisou. disse, no fim, vai ver o que sobrou das tuas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisinhas de meter no cu. o menino não foi ver. morreu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tombou no chão e morreu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no dia seguinte, ele era outra pessoa. viu tudo e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todos com novos nomes e deixou de brincar com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonecas. compreendeu a diferença entre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as pessoas e os brinquedos mudos. procurou o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joaquim, sorriu como nunca, e foi com ele ver as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;campas de pedra antigas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com o prazer inaudito de, certo modo, também já estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sepultado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valter hugo mãe, &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; contabilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3389683276165550580?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3389683276165550580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3389683276165550580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3389683276165550580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3389683276165550580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisinhas-de-meter-no-cu.html' title='coisinhas de meter no cu'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TPAHxdNHuXI/AAAAAAAABdc/8tG4uQCpyDQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-7840096920640310883</id><published>2010-11-23T17:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:42:29.782Z</updated><title type='text'>Crise Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOv5SYl-rTI/AAAAAAAABdU/_5wyJFajI7o/s1600/isabeljonet03g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542797860644236594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOv5SYl-rTI/AAAAAAAABdU/_5wyJFajI7o/s320/isabeljonet03g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontra entervista na integra a Isabel Jonet, presidente do Banco Alimentar, no Jornal Expresso de 20 de Novembro de 2010, aqui ficam algumas passagens...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O que se passa é tão penalizante e há situações tão socialmente  injustas, criadas com o corte das prestações sociais, que neste momento existe o maior risco de implosão social em Portugal desde o 25 de Abril. Sinto, e as instituições que estão no terreno também, que há um desconforto sem esperança, um desconforto com raiva que pode minar a sociedade. Há uma tensão latente, muito perigosa. Se surgir uma força política a manipular os pobres, vai correr mal." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E também a certeza de que a maior parte das pessoas de 48 , 50 anos que caem hoje no desemprego nunca mais vão ter um emprego. É o desemprego sem esperança. Pessoas que ficam destruidas em termos pessoais porque têm de enfrentar uma falha que não é delas mas que parece ser. O estado de tristeza e depressão impede-as de recomeçar. E é ver os jovens acabados de sair das faculdades e que só arranjam empregos precários e subqualificados. Vinham para o mercado cheios de garra e perderam o &lt;em&gt;élan&lt;/em&gt; inicial. Estamos a cortar-lhes a esperança. E o problema é não haver solução para toda esta mão de obra desocupada. Além de um desperdício, é um perigo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O Banco Alimentar apoia instituições, 1830 a nível nacional. Mas há cada vez mais pessoas a pedir-nos ajuda diretamente, principalmente por telefone, mas também por &lt;em&gt;e-mail&lt;/em&gt;. Já temos duas pessoas a trabalhar exclusivamente no encamenhamento dsetes casos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pois, mas tomámos a decisão de admitir mais instituições na rede de ajuda, porque nos apercebemos de que estavam a atingir os limites, humanos e físicos. Muitas instituições têm mais pedidos de ajuda, mas não podem, de repente, acolher mais cem pessoas no refeitório."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A maior parte das instituições está no limite. Não pode ajudar mais pessoas. Setúbal e o Grande Porto são as regiões mais afetadas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Num bairro social que conheço bem vejo imensas mulheres que vivem do Rendimento de Inserção (RSI), mas a quem nem sequer é exigido que varram e limpem o seu próprio bairro. Há uma desresponsabilização total. Muitas pessoas perderam o gosto pelo trabalho ou desabituaram-se de trabalhar duro..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Neste momento o drama é que as pessoas já nem sequer têm força para pegar na cana. Além de que a maior parte dos rios estão secos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O Estado Social matou muita da iniciativa da sociedade civil porque as pessoas encostaram-se. Terão agora de aparecer novas soluções, sem depender do estado, contando com a energia das pessoas em torno de um mesmo ideal: recuperar Portugal. É absolutamente necessário haver uma salvação nacional. Os portugueses deixaram de acreditar, mas o país tem imenso potencial. Não podemos é estar impávidos à espera que alguém nos diga como ajudar. Cada um tem de ir à procura do que pode fazer pelo seu país. A partir da sua casa, da sua rua, do seu bairro."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não tenho dúvidas que foi um fator indutor de pobreza (a respeito da introdução do euro). Um euro são 200 escudos, mas a maior das pessoas faz as contas como se fosse cem. Alterou-se o refencial das pessoas, mas não se alteraram proporcionalmente os rendimentos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Apesar dos milhões que se têm gasto em estudos e projetos (para combater a pobreza), muito pouco se fez para conhecer as suas reais causas. É esse o objetivo do Observatório da Pobreza que lançamos amanhã."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Este ano estendemos a campanha ao &lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;. As pessoas que jogam &lt;em&gt;Farmville&lt;/em&gt;, por exemplo, podem trocar os seus créditos por alimentos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-7840096920640310883?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/7840096920640310883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=7840096920640310883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7840096920640310883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/7840096920640310883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/11/crise-social.html' title='Crise Social'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOv5SYl-rTI/AAAAAAAABdU/_5wyJFajI7o/s72-c/isabeljonet03g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-3393583264285335188</id><published>2010-11-23T16:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:43:55.912Z</updated><title type='text'>contalibidade/poesia completa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOvtEk-GeyI/AAAAAAAABdM/MpfCKvbTqdI/s1600/contabilidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542784429308934946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOvtEk-GeyI/AAAAAAAABdM/MpfCKvbTqdI/s320/contabilidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apresentação do livro &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;contabilidade/poesia completa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de valter hugo mãe, da editora objectiva decorrerá no dia 25 de Novembro, pelas 21h30, na Livraria Centésima Página em Braga. Paralelamente, ocorrerá exposição de ilustrações &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a alma ao diabo a preços trágicos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do mesmo autor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consultar as ilustrações em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://almaaodiabo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://almaaodiabo.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-3393583264285335188?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/3393583264285335188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=3393583264285335188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3393583264285335188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/3393583264285335188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/11/contalibidadepoesia-completa.html' title='contalibidade/poesia completa'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOvtEk-GeyI/AAAAAAAABdM/MpfCKvbTqdI/s72-c/contabilidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026642468009712042.post-2912969443422750253</id><published>2010-11-22T16:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:10:20.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Abrunhosa - Coliseu Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOqhJmRZP0I/AAAAAAAABdE/VaB3vxsAxQA/s1600/coliseu_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542419477697216322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOqhJmRZP0I/AAAAAAAABdE/VaB3vxsAxQA/s320/coliseu_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Amanhã, dia 23 de Novembro, decorrerá no Porto concerto de Pedro Abrunhosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este concerto será gravado em formato 3D e em Alta Definição para transmissão em directo no canal MEO. Trata-se de uma iniciativa pioneira em Portugal e sem precedentes entre os artistas portugueses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O palco? Será um dos mais emblemático do país, o Coliseu. E eu? Estarei na linha da frente. Sempre por perto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa terá como convidados Rui Veloso e Cristina Massena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026642468009712042-2912969443422750253?l=sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/feeds/2912969443422750253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026642468009712042&amp;postID=2912969443422750253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2912969443422750253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026642468009712042/posts/default/2912969443422750253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentidos-de-coimbra.blogspot.com/2010/11/pedro-abrunhosa-coliseu-porto.html' title='Pedro Abrunhosa - Coliseu Porto'/><author><name>sentidos de coimbra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17433581352599440358</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/_5JBMLS621sQ/TOqhJmRZP0I/AAAAAAAABdE/VaB3vxsAxQA/s72-c/coliseu_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
