<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 09:37:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Dobra Do Grito</title><description></description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>634</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-8734280214386819168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T07:00:04.817Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Consolo da Filosofia</category><title>SABEDORIA BUDISTA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwlpVzE0aEI/AAAAAAAACRA/TFMP1SKgCkw/s1600/helen08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406968650843580482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwlpVzE0aEI/AAAAAAAACRA/TFMP1SKgCkw/s400/helen08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Helen Frankenthaler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"De acordo com a sabedoria de Buda, podemos na verdade utilizar as nossas vidas para nos prepararmos para a morte, sem precisarmos de esperar pelo falecimento doloroso de alguém que se encontre perto de nós, ou pelo choque de uma doença terminal para começarmos a olhar para as nossas próprias vidas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;O Livro Tibetano da Vida e da Morte; Sogyal Rinpoche&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/5254221419420102082-8734280214386819168?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabedoria-budista.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwlpVzE0aEI/AAAAAAAACRA/TFMP1SKgCkw/s72-c/helen08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-5820644681764133931</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T07:00:04.905Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Inquietações</category><title>VERDADE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwUDxNxz3_I/AAAAAAAACQA/Q6YQS9SMPa8/s1600/Modigliani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405731071775203314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwUDxNxz3_I/AAAAAAAACQA/Q6YQS9SMPa8/s400/Modigliani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Modigliani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma mulher que dizia sempre a verdade e era infeliz.&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/5254221419420102082-5820644681764133931?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/verdade.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwUDxNxz3_I/AAAAAAAACQA/Q6YQS9SMPa8/s72-c/Modigliani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1221051751606318900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T07:00:00.782Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Memórias</category><title>PERCURSOS</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqKUEMl0Nro&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqKUEMl0Nro&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Continua no percurso pelas ruas de Lisboa. Gente nova com saudade e destino no corpo. Vozes. Escadinhas da Mouraria e a nostalgia do tempo em que ia aos fados de mão dada com o meu pai. Sentava-me à mesa e não entendia por que razão viajavam para ouvir a guitarra. Hoje espanto-me e arrepio-me. Coisas da idade que chega.&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/5254221419420102082-1221051751606318900?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/percursos.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-779291746193518859</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T07:00:04.514Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Raúl</category><title>MAXIME</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwlkpsBuWWI/AAAAAAAACQI/cGeoq4JFNGw/s1600/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406963494990797154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwlkpsBuWWI/AAAAAAAACQI/cGeoq4JFNGw/s400/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Kurt Schitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hoje vou ao lugar das memórias. Ali perto do Parque Mayer, onde foste profissional atento, onde viveste acima do tempo e do espaço.&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/5254221419420102082-779291746193518859?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/maxime.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwlkpsBuWWI/AAAAAAAACQI/cGeoq4JFNGw/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-249233334610438918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T07:00:03.452Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gritos</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>DOBRAS E GRITOS (38)</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Casamento, união de facto, união sem ser de facto, contrato, consentimento, divisão de espaço e tempo, partilha de corpo e alma, troca de fluidos, mistura de afectos. Chamem-lhe o que quiserem, o que der mais jeito, o que for mais conveniente, o que ficar melhor na fotografia, o que convier aos dois, o que for aceite no registo civil mas… por favor, parem de meter o bedelho na vida pessoal e íntima de cidadãos que trabalham, pagam impostos e têm direitos. O estado não pode intrometer-se na cama das pessoas, a igreja não tem que opinar sobre a intimidade de cada um. Ainda não entendi por que razão o casamento entre pessoas do mesmo sexo é assunto. Legalizem o que há para legalizar. É a igualdade que está em causa. Esperam o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254221419420102082-249233334610438918?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/dobras-e-gritos-38.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1326408900779362267</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T07:15:00.427Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>MATILDE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0x74ZG18I/AAAAAAAACPw/UIX7VnsvvFA/s1600-h/MENINAS-PUBLICADA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403530032734197698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0x74ZG18I/AAAAAAAACPw/UIX7VnsvvFA/s400/MENINAS-PUBLICADA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Doisneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vamos embora, Matilde. A mãe disse que precisava da nossa ajuda.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amanhã voltamos com as nossas rodas e os nossos anseios. &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/5254221419420102082-1326408900779362267?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/matilde.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0x74ZG18I/AAAAAAAACPw/UIX7VnsvvFA/s72-c/MENINAS-PUBLICADA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-3518942856290505031</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T07:00:05.542Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Inquietações</category><title>DÚVIDA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0xL77pj0I/AAAAAAAACPo/VpRpYgi0Hmc/s1600-h/ESCOLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403529209050664770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0xL77pj0I/AAAAAAAACPo/VpRpYgi0Hmc/s400/ESCOLA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Doisneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saberão, os crescidos, alguma coisa sobre os meus desejos?&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/5254221419420102082-3518942856290505031?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/duvida.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0xL77pj0I/AAAAAAAACPo/VpRpYgi0Hmc/s72-c/ESCOLA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-5459175646252790415</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T08:51:36.302Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Outros Lugares</category><title>MATERIAIS DIVERSOS</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwB2VigtuEI/AAAAAAAACP4/Efv7C0hsWNg/s1600-h/tiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404449665257945154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwB2VigtuEI/AAAAAAAACP4/Efv7C0hsWNg/s400/tiago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.materiaisdiversos.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festival Materiais Diversos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;começa hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"É um grito no topo da serra mas adora o silêncio dos espectáculos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Festival de Artes Performativas que cruza espectáculos internacionais com espectáculos nacionais. A música é o fio condutor que os une. &lt;a href="http://www.tiagoguedes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiago Guedes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;respondeu ao convite da Câmara Municipal de Alcanena. O Festival aí está, para começar hoje e continuar por 10 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Minde, o espaço de tertúlia pós espectáculo, denuncia bela ideia e exótico sentido estético. Lugar para conversas com loiça preenchida de aroma e música. Tempo de encontro entre os que olham e os que expõem, expondo-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Convite aos afectos por causa da música. Ela é lugar de desejos. Sempre.&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/5254221419420102082-5459175646252790415?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/materiais-diversos.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SwB2VigtuEI/AAAAAAAACP4/Efv7C0hsWNg/s72-c/tiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-7610908519413214604</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T07:09:00.147Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sem Palavras</category><title>QUANDO EU FOR GRANDE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0wU_LoGxI/AAAAAAAACPg/PfXkU8ztJv4/s1600-h/GENTE+PEQUENA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403528265030179602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0wU_LoGxI/AAAAAAAACPg/PfXkU8ztJv4/s400/GENTE+PEQUENA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Doisneau&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/5254221419420102082-7610908519413214604?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-eu-for-grande.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0wU_LoGxI/AAAAAAAACPg/PfXkU8ztJv4/s72-c/GENTE+PEQUENA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-5564478008136796859</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T07:00:03.030Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Memórias</category><title>GENTE PEQUENA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0vcOZlf-I/AAAAAAAACPY/S3N8KLDCXrQ/s1600-h/9214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403527289862717410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0vcOZlf-I/AAAAAAAACPY/S3N8KLDCXrQ/s400/9214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Doisneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vão eles, com os sonhos inteiros. Gente pequena à procura da vida que tarda em chegar. Nem a chuva impede percursos, nem o sol impede olhares. Gente pequena. Com o futuro todo no bolso.&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/5254221419420102082-5564478008136796859?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/gente-pequena.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0vcOZlf-I/AAAAAAAACPY/S3N8KLDCXrQ/s72-c/9214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1945541663357787714</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T07:00:02.164Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>SEM VIDRO</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0unq3JKfI/AAAAAAAACPQ/WMWMVv-6CJc/s1600-h/quadro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403526386969815538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0unq3JKfI/AAAAAAAACPQ/WMWMVv-6CJc/s400/quadro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Roberto Doisneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana encontro-me com veias artísticas. Sem vidro que separe pensamentos.&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/5254221419420102082-1945541663357787714?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-vidro.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Sv0unq3JKfI/AAAAAAAACPQ/WMWMVv-6CJc/s72-c/quadro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-4978042661318848129</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T07:00:02.217Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gritos</category><title>FIM DE SEMANA</title><description>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401022008337279506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRI5pcCqhI/AAAAAAAACNw/ylElNN7FWFI/s400/MD04.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Maurice Denis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;As árvores estão longe. Vou encontrá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254221419420102082-4978042661318848129?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/fim-de-semana.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRI5pcCqhI/AAAAAAAACNw/ylElNN7FWFI/s72-c/MD04.png' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1231076539733709099</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T07:00:04.917Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>COISAS EFÉMERAS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRHyMXqwQI/AAAAAAAACNo/x-MsuVzdzQM/s1600-h/untitled11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401020780763595010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRHyMXqwQI/AAAAAAAACNo/x-MsuVzdzQM/s400/untitled11.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriu-se a porta da casa por detrás das árvores. Entraram como em todos os outros dias. Silenciosos. Os móveis continuavam à espera das pessoas. As pessoas tinham interrompido a espera. Coisas tontas e efémeras.&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/5254221419420102082-1231076539733709099?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/coisas-efemeras.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRHyMXqwQI/AAAAAAAACNo/x-MsuVzdzQM/s72-c/untitled11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-5819670666550536078</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T07:00:02.922Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>DEPOIS DA ESPERA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRG21FcgAI/AAAAAAAACNg/RtyAUM59yuM/s1600-h/ele+e+ela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019760900866050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRG21FcgAI/AAAAAAAACNg/RtyAUM59yuM/s400/ele+e+ela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele voltou depois. Quando a espera tinha acabado. Ela ficou quieta. Porque os músculos não responderam aos desejos e os desejos não responderam aos conhecimentos e os conhecimentos não responderam aos apelos e os apelos calaram, dentro de todos os músculos.&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/5254221419420102082-5819670666550536078?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-da-espera.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRG21FcgAI/AAAAAAAACNg/RtyAUM59yuM/s72-c/ele+e+ela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-7223670514238048985</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T07:00:05.781Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>ESPERA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRGVuykWHI/AAAAAAAACNY/GOzx1y45WrQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019192275392626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRGVuykWHI/AAAAAAAACNY/GOzx1y45WrQ/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela esperou por ele. Até ao dia em que percebeu que, esperas, travam conhecimentos.&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/5254221419420102082-7223670514238048985?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/espera.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRGVuykWHI/AAAAAAAACNY/GOzx1y45WrQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1252326066009002054</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T07:00:01.439Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>O BERRO DA TIRA DE PANO</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRD6_O_FZI/AAAAAAAACNQ/w2piuWdQ2Vk/s1600-h/282.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016533809829266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRD6_O_FZI/AAAAAAAACNQ/w2piuWdQ2Vk/s400/282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A gravata berra de raiva. Porque ainda não disse nada que se ouvisse. Esperneia no pescoço de quem não a entende. Barafusta no corpo de quem a quer perfeita. Ela não quer ser perfeita. Não quer ser mais que tira de pano para engraxar sapatos.&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/5254221419420102082-1252326066009002054?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-berro-da-tira-de-pano.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRD6_O_FZI/AAAAAAAACNQ/w2piuWdQ2Vk/s72-c/282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-7944421858735807488</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T07:00:02.930Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>VESTIDO</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRDQPe2vFI/AAAAAAAACNI/lP1ghK-GvR0/s1600-h/amedeo-modigliani-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401015799436983378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRDQPe2vFI/AAAAAAAACNI/lP1ghK-GvR0/s400/amedeo-modigliani-0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpo vestido. Depois. Quando as mãos deixaram de encontrar nudez. Depois. Quando os pés pisaram chão coberto de afazeres.&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/5254221419420102082-7944421858735807488?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/vestido.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRDQPe2vFI/AAAAAAAACNI/lP1ghK-GvR0/s72-c/amedeo-modigliani-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1516458204087904175</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T07:00:00.153Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>ESPAÇO</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFlH_FOGnI/AAAAAAAACM4/CC_1sRQ4w0g/s1600-h/Amedeo%2520Modigliani%2520-%2520Reclining%2520Nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400208616060754546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFlH_FOGnI/AAAAAAAACM4/CC_1sRQ4w0g/s400/Amedeo%2520Modigliani%2520-%2520Reclining%2520Nude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espaço onde todas as células encontram contentamento.&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/5254221419420102082-1516458204087904175?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/espaco.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFlH_FOGnI/AAAAAAAACM4/CC_1sRQ4w0g/s72-c/Amedeo%2520Modigliani%2520-%2520Reclining%2520Nude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-3378437066870518122</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T11:07:35.982Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>MAIS POESIA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRCGNZeMWI/AAAAAAAACNA/mIVq3VC8ntI/s1600-h/amedeo_modigliani800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401014527567212898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRCGNZeMWI/AAAAAAAACNA/mIVq3VC8ntI/s400/amedeo_modigliani800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;- Aquele CD de jazz que compraste ontem?&lt;br /&gt;- Está ali.&lt;br /&gt;- Vai colocá-lo, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;- Interrompes para isso?&lt;br /&gt;- É necessário.&lt;br /&gt;- Necessário?&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutamente. Orgasmo com poesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254221419420102082-3378437066870518122?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-poesia.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvRCGNZeMWI/AAAAAAAACNA/mIVq3VC8ntI/s72-c/amedeo_modigliani800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-2882129585681021177</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T15:37:42.529Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>PAZ</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFkYs5dm5I/AAAAAAAACMw/FmOV-ddREJ8/s1600-h/kuspit7-27-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400207803725749138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFkYs5dm5I/AAAAAAAACMw/FmOV-ddREJ8/s400/kuspit7-27-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois encontra-se paz.&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/5254221419420102082-2882129585681021177?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/paz.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFkYs5dm5I/AAAAAAAACMw/FmOV-ddREJ8/s72-c/kuspit7-27-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-4134999175028714111</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T15:37:28.816Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dobras</category><title>BELA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFjzN4-O5I/AAAAAAAACMo/zAXFOJFSBKY/s1600-h/284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400207159747034002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFjzN4-O5I/AAAAAAAACMo/zAXFOJFSBKY/s400/284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amadeo Modigliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Preguiça bela. Quando os dias estão cheios de corpo.&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/5254221419420102082-4134999175028714111?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/bela.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SvFjzN4-O5I/AAAAAAAACMo/zAXFOJFSBKY/s72-c/284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-5738339975945968806</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T07:00:02.654Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Inquietações</category><title>ASSIM FOI</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Su28lf044zI/AAAAAAAACMg/KZL1ic1CvEg/s1600-h/untitled5-PUBLICADA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399178880671605554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Su28lf044zI/AAAAAAAACMg/KZL1ic1CvEg/s400/untitled5-PUBLICADA.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;João Abel Manta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o bebé nasceu antes do dia temido.&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/5254221419420102082-5738339975945968806?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/assim-foi.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Su28lf044zI/AAAAAAAACMg/KZL1ic1CvEg/s72-c/untitled5-PUBLICADA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-238716424333297796</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T07:00:01.047Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Inquietações</category><title>FESTA EM DIA DE FINADOS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Su28d2s1rbI/AAAAAAAACMY/-vDSvqQ30c8/s1600-h/NoiteRua1_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399178749372902834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Su28d2s1rbI/AAAAAAAACMY/-vDSvqQ30c8/s400/NoiteRua1_gif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;João Abel Manta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Era o dia do fim da quadragésima semana de gravidez:&lt;br /&gt;- 2 De Novembro, doutor?&lt;br /&gt;- Que tem?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, por favor, se eu puder escolher, não quero que o bebé nasça no dia dos mortos.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas que superstição é essa minha senhora?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sou supersticiosa, até porque acho que isso dá azar, mas filho meu a nascer em dia de finados é que não.&lt;br /&gt;- Julga que a criança vai ficar triste com isso?&lt;br /&gt;- De forma nenhuma, doutor, só não quero passar o resto da vida entre festas de aniversário e visitas ao cemitério!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254221419420102082-238716424333297796?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/festa-em-dia-de-finados.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/Su28d2s1rbI/AAAAAAAACMY/-vDSvqQ30c8/s72-c/NoiteRua1_gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-8465396875995772153</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T22:47:59.577Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Convidados</category><title>MONÓLOGO JUNTO À MINA</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SuwCKXhU7lI/AAAAAAAACMI/12qzZpOCkPs/s1600-h/PINTURA-+AEQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398692430446128722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SuwCKXhU7lI/AAAAAAAACMI/12qzZpOCkPs/s400/PINTURA-+AEQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;António Eça de Queiroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo do Norte, companheiro de palavras publicadas, cúmplice em almoços com gente gira, fez o favor de aceitar um convite: escrever na Dobra Do Grito, com pintura incluída. Obrigada, António.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, vejo que finalmente a encontraste – um bocado à sorte, diga-se de passagem...E que vais fazer agora, pode-se saber? Ou não saberás ainda?...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, não. Realmente não sei. Pergunto-me se valerá a pena – aliás pergunto-me mesmo se algo vale a pena. Já pensei em fazer aqui uma horta e montar guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Como um cão?!... Essa é boa! Andaste anos ao acaso das passagens em redor da entrada, fizeste cálculos de pêndulo e astrolábio, correste perigos, rugiste de ira no breve desalento, uivaste de alegria na falsa descoberta... E agora que te falta um passo, um único, não vais entrar?... Não te move sequer um pouco de curiosidade? – se esconde tesouros, ou até segredos caros ao universo? Se assim é para quê avançar tanto no caminho, tão cheio da segura insegurança que anima a alma dos aventureiros? Porque não fizeste logo a tua horta e por lá não te ficaste, junto aos teus amigos pássaros, à salsa e à hortelã? Ninguém te empurrou de lá para fora!...&lt;br /&gt;Tive de facto curiosidade. E o acaso, dizem os que crêem, é uma das divinas manhas...&lt;br /&gt;E agora...&lt;br /&gt;É.&lt;br /&gt;Enganaste-te outra vez, meu caro: não é.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;António Eça de Queiroz&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/5254221419420102082-8465396875995772153?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/monologo-junto-mina.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SuwCKXhU7lI/AAAAAAAACMI/12qzZpOCkPs/s72-c/PINTURA-+AEQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254221419420102082.post-1653291349686894327</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T07:30:00.366Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Outros Lugares</category><title>FESTIVAL</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SuqkSmtwhcI/AAAAAAAACMA/H1bzngGa_VA/s1600-h/foto+site+MD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398307742894032322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QyRyatmr6oE/SuqkSmtwhcI/AAAAAAAACMA/H1bzngGa_VA/s400/foto+site+MD.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;O Festival &lt;a href="http://www.materiaisdiversos.com/festival/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Materiais Diversos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;decorrerá de 19 e 29 de Novembro em Alcanena, Minde e Torres Novas.Com a direcção artística de &lt;a href="http://www.tiagoguedes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tiago Guedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, será um festival pluridisciplinar (dança, teatro, música e performance) e apresentará uma programação internacional, nacional e local.O coreógrafo Raimund Hoghe já confirmou a sua presença tal como Eszter Salamon, o Rancho do Covão do Coelho, Jonathan Burrows, Karine Decorne e Simon Proffit, Tânia Carvalho, Margarida Mestre, Filipa Francisco, Joana Barrios, Martim Pedroso, Cláudia Gaiolas que encenará o grupo de teatro Boca de Cena, Cão Solteiro e Vasco Araújo, Inês Jacques e Eduardo Raon com Xaral's Band!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://materiaisdiversos.blogspot.com/2009/01/festival-entreserras.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Festival Materiais Diversos é financiado pelo MC/DGArtes, pela Câmara Municipal de Alcanena e pela REN.&lt;br /&gt;É um evento integrado no Ano Europeu da Criatividade e Inovação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&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/5254221419420102082-1653291349686894327?l=adobradogrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://adobradogrito.blogspot.com/2009/11/festival.html</link><author>adobradogrito@gmail.com (DOBRA)</author></item></channel></rss>