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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5592244911732655397</id><published>2011-02-17T17:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:30:53.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge de Sena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristina Pardue'/><title type='text'>Sem nome algum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rcZaxkBfgw/TWqDKqLOBnI/AAAAAAAABk8/G_qSELf92Z0/s1600/ParduePursuit-of-happiness_missed-media-on-wood1997_9x9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578415307595056754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rcZaxkBfgw/TWqDKqLOBnI/AAAAAAAABk8/G_qSELf92Z0/s400/ParduePursuit-of-happiness_missed-media-on-wood1997_9x9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kristina Pardue, &lt;em&gt;Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/em&gt;, 1997. Mixed media on wood, 9" x 9 ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só quem procura sabe como há dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de imensa paz deserta; pelas ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a luz perpassa dividida em duas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a luz que pousa nas paredes frias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outra que oscila desenhando estrias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos corpos ascendentes como luas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suspensas, vagas, deslizantes, nuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alheias, recortadas e sombrias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de procurar em vão; em vão desponta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a solidão sem fim, sem nome algum -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- que mesmo o que se encontra não se encontra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jorge de Sena, "Desencontro", in &lt;em&gt;Post-Scriptum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5592244911732655397?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5592244911732655397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5592244911732655397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5592244911732655397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5592244911732655397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_17.html' title='Sem nome algum'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rcZaxkBfgw/TWqDKqLOBnI/AAAAAAAABk8/G_qSELf92Z0/s72-c/ParduePursuit-of-happiness_missed-media-on-wood1997_9x9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2901025908543994762</id><published>2011-02-02T07:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:18:55.811+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iman Maleki'/><title type='text'>Concerto dos ventos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TUpKqKlhUaI/AAAAAAAABk0/Tm5_4wTsqDg/s1600/Iman_maleki-Clouds_Pastel40x30cm_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569345977453728162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TUpKqKlhUaI/AAAAAAAABk0/Tm5_4wTsqDg/s400/Iman_maleki-Clouds_Pastel40x30cm_2001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Iman Maleki, &lt;em&gt;Clouds&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Pastel, 40 x 30cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;relâmpagos, trovões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nuvens, ondas e ventos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;noite negra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2901025908543994762?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2901025908543994762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2901025908543994762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2901025908543994762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2901025908543994762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_02.html' title='Concerto dos ventos'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TUpKqKlhUaI/AAAAAAAABk0/Tm5_4wTsqDg/s72-c/Iman_maleki-Clouds_Pastel40x30cm_2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7657649070774269701</id><published>2011-01-27T07:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:01:00.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria do Rosário Pedreira'/><title type='text'>Sou mais triste com o teu silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deixei de ouvir-te. E sei que sou&lt;br /&gt;mais triste com o teu silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferia pensar que só adormeceste; mas&lt;br /&gt;se encostar ao teu pulso o meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;não escutarei senão a minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus precisou de ti, bem sei. E&lt;br /&gt;não vejo como censurá-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou perdoar-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira, &lt;em&gt;Deixei de ouvir-te.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-7657649070774269701?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2981348814291187757</id><published>2010-12-31T00:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:08:03.016+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Miró'/><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TRjwortnryI/AAAAAAAABkg/qqzb_wpTnvM/s1600/Joan-Miro-Ballerina-II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555454722081009442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TRjwortnryI/AAAAAAAABkg/qqzb_wpTnvM/s320/Joan-Miro-Ballerina-II.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joan Miro, &lt;em&gt;Ballerina-II,&lt;/em&gt; 1925.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mudo de linha&lt;br /&gt;mudo de mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uma ilusão só minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3258583368489477737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3258583368489477737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3258583368489477737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_26.html' title='Femmes'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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o riso, a sanidade e a loucura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;percorrem as mesmas artérias&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~º~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«O Vendedor de Sonhos é intensamente crítico do sistema social porque grita que as sociedades modernas se tornaram grandes hospitais psiquiátricos onde o normal é ser doente.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Augusto Cury (2010). &lt;em&gt;O Vendedor de sonhos e a revolução dos anónimos&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lisboa: Planeta Manuscrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2470610094506425243?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Portas da manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e repeti devagar o teu nome, o nome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos meus sonhos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas as sílabas caíam no fim das&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;palavras, a dor esgota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; as forças, são frios os batentes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas portas da manhã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira, &lt;em&gt;Esta manhã encontrei o teu nome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-3574664182753613937?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3574664182753613937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3574664182753613937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3574664182753613937'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TL29YT9Ux3I/AAAAAAAABkU/BYAVp0toN1I/s1600/caipirinha-brasileira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529784142852835186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TL29YT9Ux3I/AAAAAAAABkU/BYAVp0toN1I/s200/caipirinha-brasileira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Caipirinha - bebida brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De manhã escureço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De dia tardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De tarde anoiteço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De noite ardo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A oeste a morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contra quem vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do sul cativo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O este é meu norte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outros que contem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passo por passo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu morro ontem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nasço amanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ando onde há espaço:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;– Meu tempo é quando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes, &lt;em&gt;Poética&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-3654689293962691569?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3654689293962691569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TL29YT9Ux3I/AAAAAAAABkU/BYAVp0toN1I/s72-c/caipirinha-brasileira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6615412938835690513</id><published>2010-10-15T01:42:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:48:23.067+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge de Sena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyob'/><title type='text'>Sementes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TLeqn0-5u_I/AAAAAAAABkE/hh_h7VjV8RY/s1600/Eyob_Seeds-of-life2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528074668834667506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TLeqn0-5u_I/AAAAAAAABkE/hh_h7VjV8RY/s320/Eyob_Seeds-of-life2008.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eyob, &lt;em&gt;Seeds of life&lt;/em&gt;, 2008.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vens a mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pequeno como um deus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frágil como a terra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;morto como o amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;falso como a luz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e eu recebo-te &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para a invenção da minha grandeza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para rodeio da minha esperança &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e pálpebras de astros nus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nasceste agora mesmo. Vem comigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jorge de Sena, "Eternidade", &lt;em&gt;in Perseguição&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyob: «This painting is about the concept of "Axum". I have taken religious and symbolic elements &lt;/em&gt;[...] &lt;em&gt;paintings and continued to use them to progress and grow in this concept. Thus, the composition of each painting tends to develop even more. However, the fact remains that it is highly important to create an identity to each painting that not only stirs our emotions but opens the mind to a new perspective of art.»&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Eyob is an Ethiopian American painting artist based in Sioux Falls, South Dakota in the United States&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1575572779084031042-6615412938835690513?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6615412938835690513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6615412938835690513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6615412938835690513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6615412938835690513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/nasceste-agora-mesmo.html' title='Sementes'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TLeqn0-5u_I/AAAAAAAABkE/hh_h7VjV8RY/s72-c/Eyob_Seeds-of-life2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5943331941284187064</id><published>2010-10-12T00:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:25:09.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Damasio'/><title type='text'>¿Cuál es el origen de la consciencia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El lenguaje, la conciencia moral y la creatividad son tres rasgos del ser humano que no se habrían desarrollado si no tuviera consciencia. Pero ¿cuál es el origen de la consciencia? ¿Cómo pudo el cerebro, un órgano al fin y al cabo, elaborar pensamientos e ideas y generar emociones? Con un lenguaje claro, emotivo y a menudo poético, Damasio aborda una cuestión tan compleja y a la vez tan fundamental como cuál fue el instante preciso en que nuestro cerebro cobró conciencia de sí mismo y surgió con ello todo lo bueno y lo malo de la condición humana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;António Damasio (2010). Y e&lt;em&gt;l cerebro creó al hombre&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5943331941284187064?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5943331941284187064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5943331941284187064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5943331941284187064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5943331941284187064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-cerebro-creo-al-hombre.html' title='¿Cuál es el origen de la consciencia?'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2951866282197057773</id><published>2010-10-11T01:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T02:52:07.634+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricardo Menendez Salmón'/><title type='text'>La luz es más antigua que el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un lunes de 1350, cuando Europa se recupera de la Peste Negra, el futuro papa Gregorio XI visita al pintor toscano Adriano de Robertis para destruir su última obra, la blasfema Virgen barbuda. El 25 de febrero de 1970, el pintor norteamericano Mark Rothko se corta las venas en su estudio de Nueva York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El 11 de septiembre de 2001, mientras el mundo se adentra en la Era del Desconsuelo, el pintor ruso Vsévolod Semiasin redacta una carta en la que revela las razones de su locura. La historia de estos tres maestros, basada en un enigma —el destino insospechado de la Virgen barbuda de Adriano de Robertis— y gravitando en torno a una idea central —el compromiso del pintor con su arte frente al poder encarnado por Iglesia, Mercado o Estado—, es el eje conductor de &lt;em&gt;La luz&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;es más antigua que el amor&lt;/em&gt;, un libro del que nos habla un novelista llamado Bocanegra durante tres momentos cruciales: el nacimiento de su vocación, la muerte de su esposa y su consagración en el año 2040 como gloria de la literatura universal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ricardo Menendez Salmón (2010). &lt;em&gt;La luz es más antigua que el amor&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Seix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Barral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2951866282197057773?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2951866282197057773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2951866282197057773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2951866282197057773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2951866282197057773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-luz-es-mas-antigua-que-el-amor.html' title='La luz es más antigua que el amor'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5384690976848644491</id><published>2010-10-09T00:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:14:49.823+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Vargas Llosa'/><title type='text'>Los horrores del colonialismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TK55l8ELyoI/AAAAAAAABj8/U2kZOxmxUuE/s1600/VARGAS-el-sueno-del-celta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525487485515975298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TK55l8ELyoI/AAAAAAAABj8/U2kZOxmxUuE/s400/VARGAS-el-sueno-del-celta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La aventura que narra esta novela empieza en el Congo en 1903 y termina en una cárcel de Londres, una mañana de 1916. Aquí se cuenta la peripecia vital de un hombre de leyenda: el irlandés Roger Casement. Héroe y villano, traidor y libertario, moral e inmoral, su figura múltiple se apaga y renace tras su muerte. Casement fue uno de los primeros europeos en denunciar los horrores del colonialismo con argumentos. De sus viajes al Congo Belga y a la Amazonía peruana quedaron dos informes memorables que conmocionaron a la sociedad de su tiempo, pues tras ellos se revelaba una verdad dolorosa: no era la barbarie africana ni amazónica la que volvía bárbaros a los civilizados europeos; eran ellos, en nombre del comercio, la civilización y el cristianismo, quienes cometían los actos más bárbaros. Estos dos viajes y lo que allí vio, cambiarían a Casement para siempre, haciéndole emprender otra travesía, en este caso intelectual, tanto o más devastadora. La que lo llevó a enfrentarse a una Inglaterra que admiraba y a militar activamente en la causa del nacionalismo irlandés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa (2010). &lt;em&gt;El sueño del celta&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Alfaguara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5384690976848644491?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5384690976848644491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5384690976848644491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5384690976848644491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5384690976848644491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Los horrores del colonialismo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TK55l8ELyoI/AAAAAAAABj8/U2kZOxmxUuE/s72-c/VARGAS-el-sueno-del-celta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6800236746469498540</id><published>2010-10-08T02:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:13:30.027+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Vargas Llosa'/><title type='text'>La respuesta a la derrota cotidiana es la imaginación</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TK51lslJHxI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZPdiJdeSwmk/s1600/VARGASviaje_ficcion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525483083312733970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TK51lslJHxI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZPdiJdeSwmk/s400/VARGASviaje_ficcion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«El tema de la ficción y la vida es una constante que, desde tiempos remotos, aparece en la literatura. Pero acaso en ningún otro autor moderno aparezca con tanta fuerza y originalidad como en las novelas y los cuentos de Juan Carlos Onetti, una obra que, sin exagerar demasiado, podríamos decir está casi íntegramente concebida para mostrar la sutil y frondosa manera como los seres humanos hemos venido construyendo una vida paralela, de palabras e imágenes tan mentirosas como persuasivas, donde ir a refugiarnos para escapar de los desastres y limitaciones que a nuestra libertad y a nuestros sueños opone la vida tal como es. Básicamente lo que yo hago en este ensayo es investigar la manera en la que Onetti utilizó la ficción como un mundo alternativo. La respuesta a la derrota cotidiana es la imaginación: huir hacia un mundo de fantasía. Es decir, aquella operación de donde nació la literatura, por la que existe la literatura y por eso el título del libro.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa, &lt;em&gt;El viaje a la ficción. El mundo de Juan Carlos Onetti &lt;/em&gt;[...].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-6800236746469498540?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6800236746469498540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6800236746469498540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6800236746469498540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6800236746469498540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-paralela.html' title='La respuesta a la derrota cotidiana es la imaginación'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TK51lslJHxI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZPdiJdeSwmk/s72-c/VARGASviaje_ficcion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2299384079125564741</id><published>2010-10-07T12:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T03:01:08.725+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Vargas Llosa'/><title type='text'>Todavía es posible la felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi vida parece sin misterio y&lt;br /&gt;monótona&lt;br /&gt;a quienes me ven&lt;br /&gt;de paso a la oficina&lt;br /&gt;en las mañanas apuradas.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es muy distinta.&lt;br /&gt;Cada noche debo salir a pelear&lt;br /&gt;contra un espíritu malvado&lt;br /&gt;que, valiéndose de&lt;br /&gt;disfraces -perro, grillo,&lt;br /&gt;nube, lluvia, vago,&lt;br /&gt;ladrón- trata de&lt;br /&gt;infiltrarse en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;para estropear la vida humana&lt;br /&gt;sembrando&lt;br /&gt;la discordia.&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de sus disfraces yo&lt;br /&gt;siempre lo descubro&lt;br /&gt;y lo espanto.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ha conseguido engañarme&lt;br /&gt;ni vencerme.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias&lt;br /&gt;a mí, en esta ciudad&lt;br /&gt;todavía es posible&lt;br /&gt;la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Pero los combates nocturnos me&lt;br /&gt;dejan exhausta y magullada.&lt;br /&gt;En pago de mis&lt;br /&gt;refriegas contra el enemigo,&lt;br /&gt;les pido unas sobras&lt;br /&gt;de afecto y amistad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa, &lt;em&gt;Poema para la exorcista&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2299384079125564741?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2299384079125564741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2299384079125564741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2299384079125564741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2299384079125564741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/todavia-es-posible-la-felicidad.html' title='Todavía es posible la felicidad'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7156501187398359815</id><published>2010-10-04T18:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:15:56.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ken Follett'/><title type='text'>Ebook - La caída de los gigantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="cvet8s10h12" href="https://webmail.netcabo.pt/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.casadellibro.com/boletin/homeBoletin?codigoLibro=2900001404020%26ca=32%26cb=3003%26ci=13%26uid=-1794788240" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;EL &lt;em&gt;EBOOK&lt;/em&gt; DEL NUEVO LIBRO DE FOLLETT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;VENCE EN VENTAS A LA EDICIÓN EN PAPEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La caída de los gigantes&lt;/em&gt; es la primera entrega nueva trilogía &lt;em&gt;The Century&lt;/em&gt;, donde Ken Follett combina la ambientación épica y el drama humano. Con la misma habilidad que en sus best sellers ambientados en la Edad Media, en &lt;em&gt;The Century&lt;/em&gt;, sigue los destinos entrelazados de tres generaciones de cinco familias: una galesa, una inglesa, una rusa, una alemana y otra estadounidense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La primera novela, &lt;em&gt;La caída de los gigantes&lt;/em&gt;, está enmarcada en los cruciales acontecimientos de la Primera Guerra Mundial y la Revolución Rusa. La siguiente se centra en la Segunda Guerra Mundial y la tercera, en la Guerra Fría. The Century narra en esencia el siglo XX y permite contemplar en primera persona una de las épocas más convulsas, violentas y determinantes de la historia. Una trama épica y apasionante, desde Washington hasta San Petersburgo, del peligro y oscuridad de las minas de carbón a los destellos de las lámparas de las mansiones de la aristocracia. La escala inicial de este viaje a lo largo del siglo XX, donde conocemos a la primera generación de los protagonistas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Williams&lt;/strong&gt;. Mineros de carbón en Gales. David es un hombre religioso, miembro activo del sindicato minero, estricto y amante de su familia. Billy y Ethel, sus hijos, lucharán con éxito por sus derechos y por la emancipación de la clase obrera y de las mujeres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Fitzherbert&lt;/strong&gt;. Aristócratas ingleses. El conde Fitzherbert, dueño de las minas y heredero de la gran mansión Ty Gwyn, está casado con una princesa rusa, Elizaveta, elitista y cruel. Lady Maud Fitzherbert es la hermana del conde y muy distinta de él. De ideas avanzadas, cree en la democracia y el sufragio universal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Kostin&lt;/strong&gt;. Los hermanos rusos Grigori y Leonid no pueden ser más opuestos. Grigori es serio y trabajador; Leonid, por el contrario, un libertino. Pero a ambos les une una infancia cruel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Ulrich&lt;/strong&gt;. Aristócratas alemanes muy bien relacionados. Robert trabaja en el servicio de inteligencia del Estado Mayor austríaco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Dewar&lt;/strong&gt;. Miembros de la alta sociedad estadounidense. Gus Dewar, hijo del senador Cameron Dewar, es asesor del presidente Wilson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ken Follett (2010). &lt;em&gt;La caída de los gigantes&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Colección EXITOS PLAZA Y JANES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-7156501187398359815?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7156501187398359815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7156501187398359815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7156501187398359815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7156501187398359815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/10/ebook.html' title='Ebook - La caída de los gigantes'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1087278598435459792</id><published>2010-10-02T01:58:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:53:12.882+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROGERIO AMORIM'/><title type='text'>I´ll get you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TKTPz85nviI/AAAAAAAABjk/mXnOmfOmy54/s1600/MarDaNazare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522767534491156002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TKTPz85nviI/AAAAAAAABjk/mXnOmfOmy54/s400/MarDaNazare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Rogério Amorim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mar&lt;/span&gt; da Nazaré&lt;/em&gt;, 2009. Fotografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I´ll get you where you are!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/1575572779084031042-1087278598435459792?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1087278598435459792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1087278598435459792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1087278598435459792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1087278598435459792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_30.html' title='I´ll get you'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TKTPz85nviI/AAAAAAAABjk/mXnOmfOmy54/s72-c/MarDaNazare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2990947064475582191</id><published>2010-09-29T16:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:52:16.631+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tzvetan Todorov'/><title type='text'>El totalitarismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Pueden aprender algo de la historia de los regímenes totalitarios los actuales habitantes de los estados liberales, que nunca los han conocido y que no corren el peligro de conocerlos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~*~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A través de figuras como Jakobson y Bajtín, Germaine Tillion o Raymond Aron, y de ensayos acerca de Stalin, el totalitarismo, los límites de la justicia o la memoria como remedio contra el mal, Tzvetan Todorov reflexiona sobre los regímenes totalitarios. Hoy en día estos regímenes están muertos o moribundos, pero su historia sigue siendo de actualidad, ya que permite entender mejor las luchas que han forjado nuestra identidad política actual y, esperemos, ofrecer resistencia a las prácticas que reaparecen en el propio seno de las democracias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tzvetan Todorov (2010). &lt;em&gt;La experiencia totalitaria&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Galaxia Gutenberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-2990947064475582191?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2990947064475582191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2990947064475582191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2990947064475582191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2990947064475582191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-totalitarismo.html' title='El totalitarismo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-855385334390459215</id><published>2010-09-28T12:48:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:33:38.845+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octavio Paz'/><title type='text'>La tinta verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TKIz3hOWDYI/AAAAAAAABjc/Y8wKNPhKN4w/s1600/Van-Gogh-Woods_and_undergrowth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522033122014006658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TKIz3hOWDYI/AAAAAAAABjc/Y8wKNPhKN4w/s320/Van-Gogh-Woods_and_undergrowth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vincent Van Gogh, &lt;em&gt;Woods and Undergrowth&lt;/em&gt;, 1887. Oil on canvas, 30 x 25cm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La tinta verde crea jardines, selvas, prados, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;follajes donde cantan las letras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;palabras que son árboles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frases que son verdes constelaciones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deja que mis palabras, oh blanca, desciendan y te cubran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como una lluvia de hojas a un campo de nieve, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como la yedra a la estatua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como la tinta a esta página. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Octavio Paz, &lt;em&gt;Escrito con tinta verde&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-855385334390459215?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/855385334390459215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=855385334390459215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/855385334390459215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/855385334390459215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/tinta-verde.html' title='La tinta verde'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TKIz3hOWDYI/AAAAAAAABjc/Y8wKNPhKN4w/s72-c/Van-Gogh-Woods_and_undergrowth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3936315802798067131</id><published>2010-09-27T01:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:57:33.234+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Jonah Goldhagen'/><title type='text'>¿Por qué ocurren los genocidios?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El autor se aleja de los casos concretos para explorar la propia naturaleza del asesinato masivo, abordando sus causas y motivaciones. ¿Por qué ocurren los genocidios? ¿Cómo los justifican las creencias culturales? ¿Por qué el mundo se ha mostrado tan ineficaz para detenerlos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Daniel Jonah Goldhagen (2010). &lt;em&gt;Peor que la guerra: genocidio, eliminacionismo y la continua agresión contra la humanidad.&lt;/em&gt; Madrid: Taurus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-3936315802798067131?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3936315802798067131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3936315802798067131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3936315802798067131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3936315802798067131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/por-que-ocurren-los-genocidios.html' title='¿Por qué ocurren los genocidios?'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3257187643839154747</id><published>2010-09-26T18:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:54:14.490+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hazhir Teimourian'/><title type='text'>Palabras rivales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aunque iniciada en siglo remotos, esta es una historia esencialmente moderna. Este libro cuenta cómo un genio de las matemáticas es perseguido por sus creencias filosóficas y sus poemas rebeldes; cómo las dos palabras rivales, cristianismo e Islam, lentamente plasman dicha rivalidad hasta los más violentos encuentros desde la primera cruzada en 1096; cómo un amigos de reyes y reinas es abandonado a los lobos de la intolerancia cuando decide enfrentarse a la ortodoxia establecida y batallar civilmente contra ella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hazhir Teimourian (2010). &lt;em&gt;OMAR JAYYAM: Poeta, astronomo y rebelde&lt;/em&gt;. (s.l.) Benerice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-3257187643839154747?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3257187643839154747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3257187643839154747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3257187643839154747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3257187643839154747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/palabras-rivales.html' title='Palabras rivales'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6376314035419440739</id><published>2010-09-25T21:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:13:28.630+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhonda Byrne'/><title type='text'>¡Naciste para vivir una vida increíble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«En este libro quiero enseñarte el camino hacia una vida maravillosa. Hay muchas cosas que has de comprender respecto a la vida y todas ellas son buenas. De hecho, más que buenas, ¡son fantásticas! La vida es infinitamente más sencilla de lo que piensas, y cuando empieces a entender cómo funciona y El Poder que hay en tu interior, comenzarás a experimentar la magia de la vida en toda su magnitud, entonces ¡tendrás una vida increíble! Ahora, deja que comience la magia de tu vida.»&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne (2010). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;El poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Barcelona: Urano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-6376314035419440739?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6376314035419440739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6376314035419440739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6376314035419440739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6376314035419440739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/naciste-para-vivir-una-vida-increible.html' title='¡Naciste para vivir una vida increíble!'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7963353161743268748</id><published>2010-09-23T01:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:32:42.028+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce H. Lipton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Bhaerman'/><title type='text'>Necesitamos un nuevo paradigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tras el éxito de la biología de la creencia, este nuevo libro apoya la idea de que nuestro planeta experimentará una remisión espontánea una vez que aceptemos nuestra responsabilidad. Nos enseña que todos podemos cambiar la programación, tanto la propia como la de nuestra civilización, para crear el mundo que siempre hemos soñado. En contraposición a lo que la ciencia y la religión nos han dicho siempre, la evolución no es ni aleatoria ni predeterminada, sino una danza bastante inteligente entre los organismos y el entorno. Cuando las condiciones son las propicias — ya sea por un momento de crisis o una casualidad —, ocurre algo impredecible que genera un nuevo equilibrio en la biosfera, un equilibrio con un nivel superior de coherencia o cohesión. Durante milenios, los maestros espirituales nos han señalado la dirección del amor. Ahora la ciencia confirma esa antigua sabiduría. Todos y cada uno de nosotros somos las células del cuerpo de un superorganismo gigante en desarrollo al que llamamos «humanidad». Podemos decidir ascender hacia ese nuevo nivel de existencia o, a la manera de los dinosaurios, quedarnos en el camino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bruce H. Lipton; Steve Bhaerman (2010) . &lt;em&gt;La biología de la transformación: como apoyar la evolución espontanea de nuestra especie&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: La Esfera de los Libros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-7963353161743268748?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7963353161743268748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7963353161743268748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7963353161743268748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7963353161743268748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Necesitamos un nuevo paradigma'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6247897662380103691</id><published>2010-09-22T01:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:45:19.945+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Mateo Díez'/><title type='text'>El sentimiento de la pérdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Los muertos abundan en mis ficciones. También la experiencia imaginaria de la muerte, y el sentido simbólico de la extinción y las desapariciones. Hay en mis novelas muertes muy variadas y muertos que encuentran un destino fantasmal, desahuciados de la vida y náufragos en un más allá de soledad y aburrimiento. Ahora he sentido la necesidad de rememorar, en un recordatorio, a mis muertos familiares, a esos seres queridos con que todos contamos entre las ausencias más irremediables. Este relato está escrito desde la inmediatez de unas muertes familiares que, de nuevo, auspiciaron la difícil disyuntiva de la imposibilidad de entender la muerte y la necesidad de comprenderla. Acostumbrado a la ficción de la muerte, el novelista asume la huella imborrable de la muerte verdadera, y apenas le queda, en esa disposición del consuelo, el modesto poder de una escritura que intenta esparcir para los demás las emociones y los sentimientos de las pérdidas que todos sobrellevamos.» &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Luis Mateo Díez (2010). &lt;em&gt;Azul serenidad o la muerte de los seres queridos&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alfaguara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-6247897662380103691?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6247897662380103691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6247897662380103691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6247897662380103691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6247897662380103691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/recordatorio.html' title='El sentimiento de la pérdida'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1625617710222367852</id><published>2010-09-21T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:51:53.429+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bertrand Russell'/><title type='text'>Los deseos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«...entre los deseos infinitos del hombre, los principales son los deseos de poder y de gloria. No son idénticos, aunque están estrechamente aliados. El camino más fácil para obtener la gloria es alcanzar el poder.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bertrand Russell (2010). &lt;em&gt;El poder: un nuevo analisis social&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona:  RBA Libros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-1625617710222367852?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1625617710222367852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1625617710222367852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1625617710222367852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1625617710222367852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/los-deseos.html' title='Los deseos'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1084600386048185300</id><published>2010-09-03T23:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:20:16.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry Gould'/><title type='text'>Callar para siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No solo mueren periodistas en el fuego cruzado de las guerras. También mueren por informar, por denunciar la corrupción de los políticos, la delincuencia de las mafias, los abusos de toda índole de los poderosos. El asesinato de Anna Politovskaia fue noticia de portada en todo el mundo. Pero hay muchísimos más profesionales de la información que han sido víctimas de quienes quisieron hacerles callar para siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Terry Gould (2010). &lt;em&gt;Matar a un periodista&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Los Libros del Lince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-1084600386048185300?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1084600386048185300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1084600386048185300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1084600386048185300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1084600386048185300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/denunciar.html' title='Callar para siempre'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8115854133713797631</id><published>2010-09-01T10:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:03:38.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italo Calvino'/><title type='text'>El cuento fantástico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para Calvino, «&lt;em&gt;el cuento fantástico es uno de los productos más característicos de la narrativa del siglo XIX y, para nosotros, uno de los más significativos, pues es el que más nos dice sobre la interioridad del individuo y de la simbología colectiva. Para nuestra sensibilidad de hoy, el elemento sobrenatural en el centro de estas historias aparece siempre cargado de sentido, como la rebelión de lo inconsciente, de lo reprimido, de lo olvidado, de lo alejado de nuestra atención racional. En esto se ve la modernidad de lo fantástico, la razón de su triunfal retorno en nuestra época&lt;/em&gt;».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Italo Calvino (2010). &lt;em&gt;Cuentos fantasticos del siglo XIX&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Siruela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8115854133713797631?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8115854133713797631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8115854133713797631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8115854133713797631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8115854133713797631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-cuento-fantastico.html' title='El cuento fantástico'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-349331808464419196</id><published>2010-08-04T01:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:25:05.795+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson Pollock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Sabines'/><title type='text'>En el paraíso no ocurre nunca nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TGIEXo_GUQI/AAAAAAAABjM/2Z2-pPbi6tw/s1600/pollock_male-female_1942Oil+on+canvas+73x+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503966498785743106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TGIEXo_GUQI/AAAAAAAABjM/2Z2-pPbi6tw/s400/pollock_male-female_1942Oil+on+canvas+73x+49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jackson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pollock, &lt;em&gt;Male and Female&lt;/em&gt;, 1942. Oil on canvas, 73 1/4" x 49".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Estábamos en el paraíso. En el paraíso no ocurre nunca nada. No nos conocíamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eva, levántate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Tengo amor, sueño, hambre. ¿Amaneció?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Es de día, pero aún hay estrellas. El sol viene de lejos hacia nosotros y empiezan a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;galopar los árboles. Escucha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Yo quiero morder tu quijada. Ven. Estoy desnuda, macerada, y huelo a ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adán fue hacia ella y la tomó. Y parecía que los dos se habían metido en un río muy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ancho, y que jugaban con el agua hasta el cuello, y reían, mientras pequeños peces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;equivocados les mordían las piernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jaime Sabines, &lt;em&gt;Adán y Eva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/jackon-pollock-male-and-female-1942.html' title='En el paraíso no ocurre nunca nada'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TGIEXo_GUQI/AAAAAAAABjM/2Z2-pPbi6tw/s72-c/pollock_male-female_1942Oil+on+canvas+73x+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2685538954047731693</id><published>2010-08-03T01:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:23:01.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agustina Bessa Luis'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;«... nasci adulta e morrerei criança.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Autora: Agustina Bessa Luis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2685538954047731693?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2685538954047731693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2685538954047731693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2685538954047731693'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFH-zPyuk9I/AAAAAAAABis/JtFbDde5ryk/s1600/Paulklee_Abra%C3%A7o1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499456776362169298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFH-zPyuk9I/AAAAAAAABis/JtFbDde5ryk/s320/Paulklee_Abra%C3%A7o1936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Paul Klee, &lt;em&gt;Abraço&lt;/em&gt;, 1936.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lembrar teus carinhos induz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ter existido um pomar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intangíveis laranjas de luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; laranjas que apetece roubar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Natália Correia, "Bilhete para o amigo ausente", in &lt;em&gt;O Vinho e a Lira&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-2075339545076194918?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFH-zPyuk9I/AAAAAAAABis/JtFbDde5ryk/s72-c/Paulklee_Abra%C3%A7o1936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5991918850701807319</id><published>2010-08-01T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:52:24.929+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuno Júdice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cy Twombly'/><title type='text'>Talvez a vida seja simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFddpF41kUI/AAAAAAAABi0/z-zO6EqfnJU/s1600/CyTwombly_IntitledVII-from+BacchausSeries2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500968430392938818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFddpF41kUI/AAAAAAAABi0/z-zO6EqfnJU/s320/CyTwombly_IntitledVII-from+BacchausSeries2005.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cy Twombly, &lt;em&gt;Intitled VII - from Bacchaus Series&lt;/em&gt;, 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cesura enerva-me no estômago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cortei de manhã as pontas dos dedos mas sei já que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elas crescerão de novo a proteger as unhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez a vida seja estranha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talvez a vida seja simples, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talvez a vida seja outra vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nuno Júdice, "O Amor, um Dever de Passagem", in &lt;em&gt;O Pavão Sonoro&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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simples'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFddpF41kUI/AAAAAAAABi0/z-zO6EqfnJU/s72-c/CyTwombly_IntitledVII-from+BacchausSeries2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1654630980418057143</id><published>2010-07-31T02:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:51:21.245+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concetta Bertoldi'/><title type='text'>Os mortos zangam-se se nunca os visitarmos no cemitério?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Não porque eles não estão lá. O cemitério é só para os vivos, para que possamos ter um lugar onde nos associamos aos nossos entes queridos. Eles ouvem os nossos pensamentos no Outro Lado, mas também ouvem os nossos pensamentos onde quer que estejamos &lt;/em&gt;[...] &lt;em&gt;não é realmente necessário sentarmo-nos ao lado de um túmulo para falarmos com um espírito que tenha partido. Na verdade, depositar flores e presentes numa campa é uma coisa que conforta amigos e membros da família enlutados. Para nós, as coisas que colocamos num túmulo são símbolos do nosso amor. Mas é mais provável que Eles estejam a dizer-nos, "Não gastes dinheiro nessas flores, querida".&lt;/em&gt;»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Concetta Bertoldi (2009). &lt;em&gt;Como se vive depois de morrer?&lt;/em&gt; Alfragide: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Estrela Polar, pp. 116.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-1654630980418057143?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7752205840067930221</id><published>2010-07-30T00:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:11:28.146+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Einstein'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«As pessoas não devem venerar os meus ossos... nós habitamos os nossos corpos e depois mudamo-nos.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Autor: Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-7752205840067930221?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6117261441267227326</id><published>2010-07-29T13:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:41:47.474+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil Nolde'/><title type='text'>Navegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFH5YBVlApI/AAAAAAAABik/Faax5t8YGh8/s1600/Emil_Noldel-VeleirosNoMarAmarelo_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499450811067204242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFH5YBVlApI/AAAAAAAABik/Faax5t8YGh8/s320/Emil_Noldel-VeleirosNoMarAmarelo_1914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Emil Nolde, &lt;em&gt;Veleiros no mar amarelo&lt;/em&gt;, 1914.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no meu veleiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sozinha a navegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já vou longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não tenciono voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-6117261441267227326?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFH5YBVlApI/AAAAAAAABik/Faax5t8YGh8/s72-c/Emil_Noldel-VeleirosNoMarAmarelo_1914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5364237291145118614</id><published>2010-07-28T01:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:38:45.405+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Benedetti'/><title type='text'>Sólo llorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonríe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y usted nace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asume el mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin mirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indefensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desnuda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transparente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y a lo mejor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si la sonrisa viene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de muy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de muy adentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usted puede llorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sencillamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin desgarrarse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin deseperarse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin convocar la muerte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni sentirse vacía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sólo llorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entonces su sonrisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si todavia existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se vuelve un arco iris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mario Benedetti, &lt;em&gt;Arco Iris&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5364237291145118614?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5364237291145118614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5364237291145118614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5364237291145118614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5364237291145118614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/solo-llorar.html' title='Sólo llorar'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3747731440263498081</id><published>2010-07-27T01:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:48:28.113+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octavio Paz'/><title type='text'>Frente al mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFBCp6GA-6I/AAAAAAAABic/AygIt8YFIKU/s1600/mar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498968432755932066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFBCp6GA-6I/AAAAAAAABic/AygIt8YFIKU/s320/mar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Autor desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿La ola no tiene forma? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En un instante se esculpe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y en otro se desmorona &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en la que emerge, redonda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Su movimiento es su forma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Las olas se retiran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿ancas, espaldas, nucas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero vuelven las olas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿pechos, bocas, espumas?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muere de sed el mar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se retuerce, sin nadie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en su lecho de rocas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muere de sed de aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Octavio Paz, &lt;em&gt;Frente al mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-3747731440263498081?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3747731440263498081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3747731440263498081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3747731440263498081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3747731440263498081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_5721.html' title='Frente al mar'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFBCp6GA-6I/AAAAAAAABic/AygIt8YFIKU/s72-c/mar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4425557855456815969</id><published>2010-07-26T15:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:55:26.859+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Gomes Leal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadir Afonso'/><title type='text'>Carta ao mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFA0N_R4bpI/AAAAAAAABiU/F_jjNSb2vT4/s1600/NadirAfonso_Banhistas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498952559948754578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFA0N_R4bpI/AAAAAAAABiU/F_jjNSb2vT4/s320/NadirAfonso_Banhistas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; Nadir Afonso, &lt;em&gt;Banhistas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixa escrever-te, verde mar antigo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Largo Oceano, velho deus limoso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coração sempre lyrico, choroso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E terno visionario, meu amigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;António Gomes Leal, "Carta ao mar", in &lt;em&gt;Claridades do Sul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-4425557855456815969?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TFA0N_R4bpI/AAAAAAAABiU/F_jjNSb2vT4/s72-c/NadirAfonso_Banhistas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8667256121136382954</id><published>2010-07-25T00:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:19:12.282+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Faria'/><title type='text'>Conserto a palavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conserto a palavra com todos os sentidos em silêncio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Restauro-a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dou-lhe um som para que ela fale por dentro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ilumino-a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ela não se come como as palavras inteiras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas devora-se a si mesma e restauro-a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A partir do vómito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Volto devagar a colocá-la na fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perco-a e recupero-a como o tempo da tristeza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como um homem nadando para trás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sou uma energia para ela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ilumino-a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel Faria, "Conserto a Palavra", in &lt;em&gt;Homens que São como Lugares Mal Situados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-8667256121136382954?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8667256121136382954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8667256121136382954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8667256121136382954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8667256121136382954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_24.html' title='Conserto a palavra'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-9161133724178360694</id><published>2010-07-24T03:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:15:57.214+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clara Ferreira Alves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson Pollock'/><title type='text'>Obrigação de ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEtjtm5ngwI/AAAAAAAABiM/bvf7OJu1kUY/s1600/pollock_Thekey_1946_OilOnCanvas_59x48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497597405323297538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEtjtm5ngwI/AAAAAAAABiM/bvf7OJu1kUY/s320/pollock_Thekey_1946_OilOnCanvas_59x48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jackson Pollock, &lt;em&gt;The key&lt;/em&gt;, 1946. Oil on canvas, 59" x 48".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Abominava Pollock, Rothko, Bacon, não por serem maus mas por não terem sido tão bons como tinham obrigação de ter sido. Pollock fez bem em matar-se antes de a tragédia se transformar numa farsa e Rothko era um bom colorista, mais nada. Qualquer pedaço de cor de Gauguin ou Van Gogh valia toda a obra dele. Bacon era um bom pintor &lt;/em&gt;[...]&lt;em&gt; perdeu-se a contemplar a sua degenerescência e abjecção, fez da lama um objecto de pintura &lt;/em&gt;[...]&lt;em&gt;.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Clara Ferreira Alves (2004). "O coleccionador", in &lt;em&gt;Mala de senhora e outras histórias&lt;/em&gt;. Lisboa: Publicações D. Quixote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-9161133724178360694?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/9161133724178360694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=9161133724178360694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/9161133724178360694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/9161133724178360694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_9589.html' title='Obrigação de ser'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEtjtm5ngwI/AAAAAAAABiM/bvf7OJu1kUY/s72-c/pollock_Thekey_1946_OilOnCanvas_59x48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7162167188958622304</id><published>2010-07-23T01:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:37:17.835+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mário Cesariny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maluda'/><title type='text'>Em todas as ruas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEo0Z_w5r_I/AAAAAAAABiE/KhVcDoq04OA/s1600/Maluda_LisboaXXXI-CasaDosBicos1986_OleoStela73x92cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497263916377026546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEo0Z_w5r_I/AAAAAAAABiE/KhVcDoq04OA/s320/Maluda_LisboaXXXI-CasaDosBicos1986_OleoStela73x92cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maluda, &lt;em&gt;Lisboa XXXI-Casa dos Bicos&lt;/em&gt;, 1986. Óleo s/tela, 73 x 92cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em todas as ruas te encontro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em todas as ruas te perco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mário Cesariny, "Em todas as ruas te encontro", in &lt;em&gt;Pena &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-7162167188958622304?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7162167188958622304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7162167188958622304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7162167188958622304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7162167188958622304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-todas-as-ruas.html' title='Em todas as ruas'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEo0Z_w5r_I/AAAAAAAABiE/KhVcDoq04OA/s72-c/Maluda_LisboaXXXI-CasaDosBicos1986_OleoStela73x92cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5391535671379863943</id><published>2010-07-22T01:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T03:10:54.410+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francis Bacon'/><title type='text'>Onde?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEjnOw_JnDI/AAAAAAAABh0/4YCyepcX4KE/s1600/Francis+Bacon+-+Mulher+Sentada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496897586059648050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEjnOw_JnDI/AAAAAAAABh0/4YCyepcX4KE/s320/Francis+Bacon+-+Mulher+Sentada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Francis Bacon, &lt;em&gt;Mulher sentada&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde estás agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-5391535671379863943?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5391535671379863943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEjnOw_JnDI/AAAAAAAABh0/4YCyepcX4KE/s72-c/Francis+Bacon+-+Mulher+Sentada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5398736772398907394</id><published>2010-07-21T02:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T03:07:23.607+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rui Reininho'/><title type='text'>Todos os bichos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adoro o campo, as árvores, as flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jarros e perpétuos amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que fiquem perto da esplanada de um bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com os pássaros estúpidos a esvoaçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adoro as pulgas dos cães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos os bichos do mato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o riso das crianças dos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cágados de pernas para o ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;efectivamente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rui Reininho, &lt;em&gt;Efectivamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5398736772398907394?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5398736772398907394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5398736772398907394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5398736772398907394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5398736772398907394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/adoro-as-pulgas-dos-caes.html' title='Todos os bichos'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1258397893556133972</id><published>2010-07-20T01:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:43:03.302+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mário de Sá-Carneiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='René Magritte'/><title type='text'>Força de sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TETqsp2Bc_I/AAAAAAAABhs/_zZgotXR6Hg/s1600/ReneMagritte_o_terapeuta1941_GuacheSpapel47x31cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495775498166432754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TETqsp2Bc_I/AAAAAAAABhs/_zZgotXR6Hg/s320/ReneMagritte_o_terapeuta1941_GuacheSpapel47x31cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;René Magritte, &lt;em&gt;O terapeuta&lt;/em&gt;, 1941. Guache s/papel, 47&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; 31cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numa ânsia de ter alguma cousa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Divago por mim mesmo a procurar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desço-me todo, em vão, sem nada achar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a minh'alma perdida não repousa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada tendo, decido-me a criar: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brando a espada: sou luz harmoniosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E chama genial que tudo ousa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unicamente à fôrça de sonhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mário de Sá-Carneiro, "Escavação", in &lt;em&gt;Dispersão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-1258397893556133972?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1258397893556133972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1258397893556133972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1258397893556133972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1258397893556133972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_20.html' title='Força de sonhar'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TETqsp2Bc_I/AAAAAAAABhs/_zZgotXR6Hg/s72-c/ReneMagritte_o_terapeuta1941_GuacheSpapel47x31cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-12557205313863611</id><published>2010-07-19T01:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T03:05:49.742+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson Pollock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandre Search'/><title type='text'>O tempo fugiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEOiuAa94AI/AAAAAAAABhk/cjOPiFaC7IQ/s1600/pollock_Themoon-woman1942+Oil+on+canvas69+x+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495414881592926210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEOiuAa94AI/AAAAAAAABhk/cjOPiFaC7IQ/s400/pollock_Themoon-woman1942+Oil+on+canvas69+x+43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jackson Pollock, &lt;em&gt;The Moon-Woman&lt;/em&gt;, 1942. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oil on canvas, 69" x 43".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nada fiz. O tempo me fugiu&lt;br /&gt;E à Beleza nem uma estátua ergui!&lt;br /&gt;Na mente firme nem credo ou sonho vi&lt;br /&gt;E a alma inútil em vão se consumiu.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alexander Search, "Morte em vida," in &lt;em&gt;Poesia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-12557205313863611?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/12557205313863611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=12557205313863611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/12557205313863611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/12557205313863611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_9595.html' title='O tempo fugiu'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TEOiuAa94AI/AAAAAAAABhk/cjOPiFaC7IQ/s72-c/pollock_Themoon-woman1942+Oil+on+canvas69+x+43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-923422316290228338</id><published>2010-07-18T22:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:07:38.794+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelson Mandela'/><title type='text'>Mudar o mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;«A educação é a arma mais poderosa que você pode usar para mudar o mundo.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Autor: Nelson Mandela]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-923422316290228338?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/923422316290228338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=923422316290228338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/923422316290228338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/923422316290228338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/mudar-o-mundo.html' title='Mudar o mundo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2196378575247119392</id><published>2010-07-06T01:22:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T03:11:25.882+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalai Lama'/><title type='text'>Biografía espiritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando ya se han cumplido cincuenta años de su exilio y setenta de su entronización, el Dalai Lama decide compartir con nosotros su biografía espiritual: relata los recuerdos de su infancia con la misma naturalidad que las anécdotas de sus vidas anteriores, evoca a sus trece predecesores en un momento en el que reflexiona sobre su sucesión y analiza el impacto de su posición como jefe espiritual del Tíbet en la escena internacional. Esta obra está articulada de acuerdo con sus tres grandes compromisos vitales: como ser humano, aboga por el desarrollo de las cualidades del corazón; como monje budista, invita al diálogo para definir los principios de una ética laica; como Dalai Lama, practica una política de bondad y hace un llamamiento a la conciencia universal. &lt;em&gt;Mi biografía espiritual&lt;/em&gt; es un diálogo de corazón a corazón con una persona excepcional que lucha, con ingenio y verdad, por la victoria de la paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dalai Lama (2010). &lt;em&gt;Mi biografía espiritual&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-2196378575247119392?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2196378575247119392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2196378575247119392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2196378575247119392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2196378575247119392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/biografia-espiritual.html' title='Biografía espiritual'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5471935867895278589</id><published>2010-07-05T02:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:43:52.340+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nagarjuna'/><title type='text'>Abandono de la discusión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Según una antigua costumbre, los príncipes y soberanos de la India congregaban periódicamente a pensadores, ascetas y religiosos de diferentes escuelas para discutir sobre alguna cuestión controvertida. La identidad o diferencia entre el cuerpo y el alma, la vida después de la muerte, el sentido de la existencia, las reglas de comportamiento y ciertas cuestiones morales fueron algunos de los temas de debate. De su resultado dependían las condiciones de vida de las escuelas en litigio, con lo que la habilidad persuasiva o arte de probar adquiriría una gran importancia social y política. El tratado de Nagarjuna (ca. siglo II-III) Abandono de la discusión (Vigraha-vyavartani) expone la postura de los madhyamika ante la discusión filosófica a la luz de la doctrina del vacío, siendo uno de los mejores ejemplos de la dialéctica de Nagarjuna y de su postura filosófica con relación al papel que el lenguaje y el razonamiento lógico deben jugar en la búsqueda del despertar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nagarjuna (2006). &lt;em&gt;Abandono de la discusión&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Siruela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5471935867895278589?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5471935867895278589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5471935867895278589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5471935867895278589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5471935867895278589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/abandono-de-la-discusion.html' title='Abandono de la discusión'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-482410166177685590</id><published>2010-07-04T00:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:44:47.024+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Arnaud'/><title type='text'>La palabra frente al vacío</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El filósofo y monje budista Nagarjuna (India, siglo II) fue el fundador de una de las tradiciones de pensamiento más influyentes de la filosofía de la India, la escuela de la vía media. Su doctrina del vacío fue debatida durante más de un milenio en China, Tíbet, Corea y Japón. El budismo zen lo considera uno de sus precursores y sus ideas todavía despiertan intensos debates académicos. &lt;em&gt;La palabra frente al vacío&lt;/em&gt; se acerca a la dialéctica de Nagarjuna combinando estrategias de lectura contemporáneas con métodos de la historiografía del budismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Juan Arnaud (2006). &lt;em&gt;La palabra frente al vacío&lt;/em&gt;: Filosofia de Nagarjuna. Mexico: F.C.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-482410166177685590?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/482410166177685590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=482410166177685590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/482410166177685590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/482410166177685590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-palabra-frente-al-vacio.html' title='La palabra frente al vacío'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1332131880032784178</id><published>2010-07-03T02:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T03:03:26.868+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amartya Sen'/><title type='text'>India contemporánea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;India es un país de enorme diversidad con propósitos heterogéneos, una inmensa variedad de creencias, costumbres ampliamente divergentes e infinidad de puntos de vista&lt;/em&gt;», él es plenamente consciente de que éste no es el único modo razonable de reflexionar sobre la historia, cultura o política de la India. Si ha optado por el enfoque de la tradición argumentativa en este libro ha sido por tres razones principales: la larga historia de esta tradición en la India, su relevancia contemporánea y su abandono relativo en las discusiones culturales actuales.&lt;br /&gt;En esta serie de ensayos fundamentales, Sen reflexiona sobre los mitos imaginarios que aún tergiversan la aproximación occidental a la realidad de este país, que obvian la importancia de su tradición dialógica, de sus usos heterodoxos, seculares y democráticos, de sus prácticas intelectuales y científicas y de la exigencia del juicio razonado como integrantes de la identidad india. En definitiva, este libro nos aproxima a una India contemporánea que, en su riquísima complejidad, aún reutiliza y reasume los logros culturales del pasado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amartya Sen (2007). &lt;em&gt;India contemporánea: entre la modernidad y la tradición&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Gedisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-1332131880032784178?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1332131880032784178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1332131880032784178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1332131880032784178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1332131880032784178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/india-contemporanea.html' title='India contemporánea'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3985280723895320625</id><published>2010-07-02T00:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:09:04.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalai Lama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;«Quando morremos, nada pode ser levado connosco, com a excepção das sementes lançadas pelo nosso trabalho e do nosso conhecimento.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Autor: Dalai Lama]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-3985280723895320625?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3985280723895320625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3985280723895320625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3985280723895320625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3985280723895320625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7015301811116138268</id><published>2010-07-01T02:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:20:34.960+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dennis Gira'/><title type='text'>El valor del diálogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El budismo atrae y seduce a muchos de nuestros contemporáneos en Europa y en América. ¿Cómo explicar esa atracción? ¿De dónde proviene ese éxito? Al final del libro Dennis Gira responde a esas preguntas, pero antes nos presenta, en un lenguaje sencillo, para los jóvenes (y los no tan jóvenes) la doctrina del budismo, sus rituales y su disciplina, su concepción de la vida, del sufrimiento, del «Yo», de la muerte, del prójimo… También nos explica las diferentes escuelas budistas forjadas a través de los siglos en la India, en China, en Japón, en el Tíbet, invitándonos a descubrir el substrato común de todas estas tradiciones. Lejos de todo exotismo, Gira nos transmite las enseñanzas del budismo y nos hace reflexionar sobre el valor del diálogo entre las distintas tradiciones religiosas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dennis Gira (2010). &lt;em&gt;El  Budismo explicado a mis hijas&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Paidos Iberica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-7015301811116138268?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7015301811116138268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7015301811116138268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7015301811116138268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7015301811116138268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-valor-del-dialogo.html' title='El valor del diálogo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-9047363469731727640</id><published>2010-06-30T00:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:11:00.081+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Tribal Art - marriage'/><title type='text'>Life and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCoChQnkQFI/AAAAAAAABg0/W_ZldYfGPJQ/s1600/marriage-celebrations_India-tribal-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488201866324230226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCoChQnkQFI/AAAAAAAABg0/W_ZldYfGPJQ/s320/marriage-celebrations_India-tribal-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marriage celebrations&lt;/em&gt;. India tribal art, 9" x 7".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCoBOEgbYjI/AAAAAAAABgs/lq3BHskB_80/s1600/Old-maternal-figure_Mali.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This folk painting depicts the essential joy and happiness associated with the ceremony of Indian tribal marriages. The frenzied charm of nuptial celebrations spread in music and dance and enmesh the whole society. At the bottom-right corner, we can see a palanquin (a closed litter carried by four bearers, traditionally associated with marriages) indicating the passage of the bride from her maternal home to her husband’s place. Festivities abound in music, drums and euphoric dance. Even the animals are a part of this marriage celebration. Complementing dance and music, is the lure of feast. There comes the neighborhood peddler with all his delicacies. The amorous gaze of the animals standing in front is indicative of the love and passion involved in the act of marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-9047363469731727640?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/9047363469731727640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=9047363469731727640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/9047363469731727640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/9047363469731727640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_29.html' title='Life and love'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCoChQnkQFI/AAAAAAAABg0/W_ZldYfGPJQ/s72-c/marriage-celebrations_India-tribal-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4995593092126834752</id><published>2010-06-29T00:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:46:00.809+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African Tribal art'/><title type='text'>Emblems of the spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCfxI_HHeGI/AAAAAAAABgc/wXQtmjpma1U/s1600/tribal_african_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619807656769634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCfxI_HHeGI/AAAAAAAABgc/wXQtmjpma1U/s320/tribal_african_art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yohure mask. African tribal art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Yohure masks are considered emblems of the very dangerous spirits. These masks are worn predominantly on two occasions: the celebration and the funeral ceremony. The first purifies the village after a death and helps the deceased's soul on its way to a final resting place. Women may not participate in funeral ceremonies, neither may they look at the masks, for fear that this encounter with death might afect their fecundity. This means that before starting the village’s purification rituals related to a death, for prudence sake the women are gotten out of the way. With the aid of such masks, the people hope to influence supernatural powers, or spirits, that can do harm to humans, but that can also ensure their welfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-4995593092126834752?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4995593092126834752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4995593092126834752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4995593092126834752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4995593092126834752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_28.html' title='Emblems of the spirits'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCfxI_HHeGI/AAAAAAAABgc/wXQtmjpma1U/s72-c/tribal_african_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3710014247365003281</id><published>2010-06-28T00:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:24:00.223+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Native American symbols'/><title type='text'>The moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCdfMEhDQEI/AAAAAAAABgU/8jeqBmsHvAw/s1600/native_american_symbols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487459331949674562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCdfMEhDQEI/AAAAAAAABgU/8jeqBmsHvAw/s320/native_american_symbols.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moon&lt;/em&gt;, Native American Symbols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Port McNeill, Northern Vancouver Island.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The moon is one of the Native American symbols and is often depicted in carvings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-3710014247365003281?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3710014247365003281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3710014247365003281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3710014247365003281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3710014247365003281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_27.html' title='The moon'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCdfMEhDQEI/AAAAAAAABgU/8jeqBmsHvAw/s72-c/native_american_symbols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2208746340015420287</id><published>2010-06-27T10:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:13:24.154+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aboriginal art'/><title type='text'>Land and ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCda7KnOAPI/AAAAAAAABgM/t7m2it1pwy0/s1600/Aboriginal-art_indij-n-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487454643481870578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCda7KnOAPI/AAAAAAAABgM/t7m2it1pwy0/s320/Aboriginal-art_indij-n-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aboriginal-art, Indij-N-Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Indij-N-Arts artists are from the Bundjalun and Kamilaroi tribal areas of New Soouth Wales. Their art is influenced by their peoples connection to the land, ocean and rivers where they live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2208746340015420287?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2208746340015420287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2208746340015420287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2208746340015420287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2208746340015420287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_1691.html' title='Land and ocean'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCda7KnOAPI/AAAAAAAABgM/t7m2it1pwy0/s72-c/Aboriginal-art_indij-n-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2346948892301486221</id><published>2010-06-26T02:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T03:21:40.672+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Tribal Art'/><title type='text'>Life celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCVe6JkV2-I/AAAAAAAABgE/A9kj5CPIwWc/s1600/tree-of-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486896074114587618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCVe6JkV2-I/AAAAAAAABgE/A9kj5CPIwWc/s320/tree-of-life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Tree of Life - &lt;/em&gt;Indian Tribal Art. Canvas of cloth, 9" x 7".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The essence of tribal India lies in the integral relationship between man and nature, flora and fauna. The rhythm of human society is synchronous with the beat and movement of nature and all things natural. This pantheistic belief is the core philosophy on which Tribal India has thrived through ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;... while the branches of the tree are home to birds and monkeys, human beings are seen niched under its shade, rearing domestic animals. Happy birds are flying about. Following tradition, this painting uses double borders. The tree is edged with bold-lined designs and animals are used as a part of that design. At the base of the canvas, we get to see some shades of domestic life. Small clay huts, trees, women with baskets, men rearing cattle and hunting with bow and arrows – life and livelihood at their basics. The painting is crowned by a sequence of dance – men, animals and instrument are guilded together sounding the unequivocal music of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2346948892301486221?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2346948892301486221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2346948892301486221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2346948892301486221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2346948892301486221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebracao-da-vida.html' title='Life celebration'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCVe6JkV2-I/AAAAAAAABgE/A9kj5CPIwWc/s72-c/tree-of-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4367310051709232980</id><published>2010-06-25T02:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T03:48:03.007+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandre O&apos;Neill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Chagall'/><title type='text'>Povoar sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCVblijLgSI/AAAAAAAABf8/k08bSoFMGqg/s1600/Marc-Chagall_Circo1957_TecnicaMista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486892421508464930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCVblijLgSI/AAAAAAAABf8/k08bSoFMGqg/s320/Marc-Chagall_Circo1957_TecnicaMista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Marc Chagall, &lt;em&gt;Circo&lt;/em&gt;, 1957. Técnica mista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao lado do homem vou crescendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E defendo-me da morte povoando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De novos sonhos a vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alexandre O'Neill, "Mesa dos sonhos", in &lt;em&gt;No Reino da &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dinamarca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-4367310051709232980?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4367310051709232980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4367310051709232980&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8751101878677311353</id><published>2010-06-24T01:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:42:11.347+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Faria'/><title type='text'>Fala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouvir-te-ei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda que os segredos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As amoras me chamem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diz-me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que existirão lágrimas para chorar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na velhice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na solidão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel Faria, "Ausência", in &lt;em&gt;Oxálida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8751101878677311353?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8751101878677311353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8751101878677311353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8751101878677311353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8751101878677311353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_26.html' title='Fala'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2596193761358759350</id><published>2010-06-23T02:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:25:35.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicolas de Stäel'/><title type='text'>A minha casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCAHrUiXqJI/AAAAAAAABfs/T2zZwXOyi_I/s1600/Nicolas-de-stael-paysage1954_73x130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485392786965899410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCAHrUiXqJI/AAAAAAAABfs/T2zZwXOyi_I/s320/Nicolas-de-stael-paysage1954_73x130.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicolas de Stäel, Paysage&lt;/em&gt;, 1954. [73 x 130cm].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa terra escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa ilha sem nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a minha casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continua nua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2596193761358759350?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2596193761358759350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2596193761358759350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2596193761358759350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2596193761358759350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_22.html' title='A minha casa'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCAHrUiXqJI/AAAAAAAABfs/T2zZwXOyi_I/s72-c/Nicolas-de-stael-paysage1954_73x130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2778473616612016092</id><published>2010-06-22T01:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:18:44.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto Caeiro'/><title type='text'>Maior que esta flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCAMLHCVEVI/AAAAAAAABf0/1b0P8CcRPw8/s1600/margaridas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485397731144175954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCAMLHCVEVI/AAAAAAAABf0/1b0P8CcRPw8/s320/margaridas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas as teorias, todos os poemas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duram mais que esta flor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas isso é como o nevoeiro, que é desagradável e húmido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E maior que esta flor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O tamanho, a duração não têm importância nenhuma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São apenas tamanho e duração... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que importa é a flor a durar e ter tamanho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Se verdadeira dimensão é a realidade) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ser real é a única coisa verdadeira do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro, "Ser real é a única coisa verdadeira do mundo", in &lt;em&gt;Poemas &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Inconjuntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2778473616612016092?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2778473616612016092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2778473616612016092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2778473616612016092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2778473616612016092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_9978.html' title='Maior que esta flor'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TCAMLHCVEVI/AAAAAAAABf0/1b0P8CcRPw8/s72-c/margaridas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4085901917668011376</id><published>2010-06-21T01:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:00:01.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Roam'/><title type='text'>Pensamiento visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;«Cualquier problema puede resolverse con un dibujo y cualquiera es capaz de dibujarlo. Porque una imagen vale más que mil palabras.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~º~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Qué pasaría si existiera un modo de hacer más eficiente, divertida y efectiva la solución de problemas e inquietudes? Lo hay. Se llama pensamiento visual y es el tema de este libro: resolver problemas mediante dibujos. Según Roam, no existe mejor forma de constatar que realmente sabemos algo que si somos capaces de dibujarlo. Y no hay forma más sencilla de encontrar soluciones que cogiendo un bolígrafo y una servilleta para representar visualmente ese mismo problema. El pensamiento visual significa aprovechar la capacidad innata para descubrir ideas que de otro modo serían invisibles, desarrollarlas rápida e intuitivamente y luego compartirlas con otras personas de una manera que ellos puedan “captar” de manera simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dan Roam (2010). &lt;em&gt;Tu mundo en una servilleta: Resolver problemas y vender ideas mediante dibujos&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Ediciones Gestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-4085901917668011376?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4085901917668011376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4085901917668011376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4085901917668011376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4085901917668011376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamiento-visual.html' title='Pensamiento visual'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8021182453844015413</id><published>2010-06-20T00:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:50:00.706+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurora Leon'/><title type='text'>¿Qué y cómo debe ser un museo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Qué es un museo? ¿Qué y cómo debe ser un museo? Hasta hace relativamente poco tiempo esta pregunta hubiera parecido absurda, pero hoy el concepto clásico de museo está en crisis. En esta monografía, Aurora León expone con claridad y lucidez el origen, desarrollo y actualidad de los problemas del museo. Encontraremos en ella no un tratado, sino una serie de consideraciones expuestas con criterios objetivos y que responden a una situación real, conflictiva, del museo actual. Para estas agudísimas reflexiones, la autora se ha servido de los métodos de la más moderna Museología. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aurora Leon (2010). &lt;em&gt;El museo: Teoria, Praxis y Utopia&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Catedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-8021182453844015413?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8021182453844015413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8021182453844015413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8021182453844015413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8021182453844015413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-y-como-debe-ser-un-museo.html' title='¿Qué y cómo debe ser un museo?'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8231305407600030695</id><published>2010-06-19T01:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:48:22.130+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHotoEspaña'/><title type='text'>La cuestión del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta año &lt;em&gt;PHotoEspaña&lt;/em&gt; aborda la cuestión del tiempo en sus diversas acepciones y expresiones visuales, meditando sobre lo contingente, lo efímero, lo inestable, las prácticas relacionadas con el archivo y la experiencia de la memoria. &lt;em&gt;El tiempo expandido&lt;/em&gt; reúne ensayos e imágenes de los fotógrafos y teóricos más prestigiosos de la actualidad, que reflexionan sobre las paradojas técnicas y narrativas, y pretenden intensificar la percepción a través de una observación atenta y reflexiva de la fotografía. En &lt;em&gt;Tiempo Expandido&lt;/em&gt; colaboran expertos como Sérgio Mah, Ulrich Baer, Raymond Bellour, Jorge Rivalta u Oliva María Rubio, para analizar las obras de los autores de &lt;em&gt;PHotoEspaña 2010&lt;/em&gt;: Jeff Wall, Helen Levitt, Hiroshi Sugimoto, Jem Southam, Adriana Lestido o Moholy-Nagy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;VV.AA. (2010). &lt;em&gt;CATALOGO PHE10: El tiempo expandido&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: La Fabrica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-8231305407600030695?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8231305407600030695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8231305407600030695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8231305407600030695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8231305407600030695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-cuestion-del-tiempo.html' title='La cuestión del tiempo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8188447975214329428</id><published>2010-06-18T20:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:47:49.386+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Saramago'/><title type='text'>No silêncio mais fundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No coração da mina mais secreta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No interior do fruto mais distante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na vibração da nota mais discreta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No búzio mais convolto e ressoante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na camada mais densa da pintura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na veia que no corpo mais nos sonde, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na palavra que diga mais brandura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na raiz que mais desce, mais esconde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No silêncio mais fundo desta pausa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em que a vida se fez perenidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procuro a tua mão, decifro a causa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De querer e não crer, final, intimidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Saramago, "Intimidade", in &lt;em&gt;Os Poemas Possíveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8188447975214329428?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8188447975214329428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8188447975214329428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8188447975214329428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8188447975214329428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/procuro-tua-mao.html' title='No silêncio mais fundo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3344204695019853703</id><published>2010-06-17T17:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:31:47.772+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georges Escribano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Rovira Celma'/><title type='text'>Aprender a gestionar la calidad desde la conciencia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Hay personas infelices que no hacen lo que les gusta y hacen cosas que no comprenden. Cuando esto ocurre, no es extraño que fracasen.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~º~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Álex Rovira y Georges Escribano nos muestran de forma amena y didáctica cómo una persona que ha perdido la fe en el futuro de su empresa puede crear bienestar a su alrededor, relanzar a sus empleados y reconquistar sus anhelos basándose en las innovadoras teorías de la Psicosocioeconomía, que se exponen al final de la obra. El beneficio es un libro imprescindible para aprender a gestionar la calidad desde la conciencia, desde la comprensión de nuestra personalidad y la de los demás, que nos ayudará a crear el verdadero beneficio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alex Rovira Celma, Georges Escribano (2010). &lt;em&gt;El beneficio&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Aguilar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-3344204695019853703?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3344204695019853703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3344204695019853703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3344204695019853703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3344204695019853703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_17.html' title='Aprender a gestionar la calidad desde la conciencia...'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4716436400336991387</id><published>2010-06-16T07:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:07:09.628+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heleno Saña'/><title type='text'>Tratado del Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heleno Saña aborda los interrogantes y arcanos de la condición humana en sus más diversas manifestaciones. Ofrece una vasta síntesis de lo que ha sido el Hombre desde sus orígenes hasta nuestros días. Esta perspectiva integral le permite a la vez explicar el desarrollo de la Humanidad y de la historia universal en su conjunto. La nueva obra de este reputado filósofo constituye una excelente guía no sólo para descifrar las profundidades y misterios del alma humana, sus conflictos y sus dramas internos, sino también para superarlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Heleno Saña (2010). &lt;em&gt;Tratado del Hombre&lt;/em&gt;. Cordoba: Almuzara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-4716436400336991387?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4716436400336991387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4716436400336991387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4716436400336991387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4716436400336991387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/tratado-del-hombre.html' title='Tratado del Hombre'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2357538031456295247</id><published>2010-06-15T00:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:47:36.626+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madre Teresa de Calcutá'/><title type='text'>Pobreza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;«A falta de amor é a maior de todas as pobrezas.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Autora: Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2357538031456295247?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2357538031456295247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2357538031456295247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2357538031456295247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2357538031456295247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/pobreza.html' title='Pobreza'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1654749208643177839</id><published>2010-06-14T02:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:00:57.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Du Yuxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Machado de Assis'/><title type='text'>Só vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TBmDcqwee0I/AAAAAAAABfk/MCovieAQxcg/s1600/Du-Yuxi-GreenHope1994_110x110cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483558549837478722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TBmDcqwee0I/AAAAAAAABfk/MCovieAQxcg/s320/Du-Yuxi-GreenHope1994_110x110cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Du Yuxi, &lt;em&gt;Green hope&lt;/em&gt;, 1994. [110 x 110cm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os doces brincos da infância &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sob as asas maternais, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O vôo das andorinhas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A onda viva e os rosais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Machado de Assis, "Os dois horizontes", in &lt;em&gt;Crisálidas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-1654749208643177839?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1654749208643177839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1654749208643177839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1654749208643177839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1654749208643177839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/du-yuxi-green-hope-1994.html' title='Só vida'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TBmDcqwee0I/AAAAAAAABfk/MCovieAQxcg/s72-c/Du-Yuxi-GreenHope1994_110x110cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3136006849112535430</id><published>2010-06-13T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:55:37.900+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Homem de Mello'/><title type='text'>Só por vê-las</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julguei possuir estrelas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só por vê-las. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai! Como estrelas andaram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Misteriosas e distantes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As almas que me encantaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pedro Homem de Mello, "Cabra-Cega", in &lt;em&gt;Jardins Suspensos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-3136006849112535430?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3136006849112535430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3136006849112535430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3136006849112535430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3136006849112535430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-por-ve-las.html' title='Só por vê-las'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6380447956800974525</id><published>2010-06-12T01:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:30:33.196+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Álvaro de Campos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Blank'/><title type='text'>Todo o cais é uma saudade de pedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TBl9Fxs5BRI/AAAAAAAABfc/7bRAAfrmrwE/s1600/Sarah-Blank_Seafaring-heart_Oilpainting8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483551559494731026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TBl9Fxs5BRI/AAAAAAAABfc/7bRAAfrmrwE/s320/Sarah-Blank_Seafaring-heart_Oilpainting8x10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sarah Blank, &lt;em&gt;Seafaring heart.&lt;/em&gt; Oil painting, 8" x 10".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, quem sabe, quem sabe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se não parti outrora, antes de mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dum cais; se não deixei, navio ao sol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oblíquo da madrugada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma outra espécie de porto? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Álvaro de Campos, "Ode Marítima", in &lt;em&gt;Poemas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-6380447956800974525?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6380447956800974525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6380447956800974525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6380447956800974525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6380447956800974525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/sarah-blankseafaring.html' title='Todo o cais é uma saudade de pedra'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TBl9Fxs5BRI/AAAAAAAABfc/7bRAAfrmrwE/s72-c/Sarah-Blank_Seafaring-heart_Oilpainting8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7361307131538590882</id><published>2010-06-11T02:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:07:13.170+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardoso'/><title type='text'>... fazia sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«O mestre Narciso Lobato era aquele que às vezes ia à caça e regressava pela madrugada na altura da missa matinal com os veados e corças pendurados nos cavalos e me fazia sonhar com uma alimentação melhorada de arroz com alguma carne. A ração diária de milho provocava contínuas dores de barriga; vinha misturada com algumas ratazanas descuidadas, mais o tempero do suor do esforçado cozinheiro Baltazar, afilhado do meu pai. Pude, assim, graças a este parentesco baptismal, ser acudido com mandioca assada colocada debaixo do tampo da minha mesa, como ração suplementar, face ao meu estado de raquitismo acentuado. Não tive a sorte de outros tantos colegas, que tiveram a providência de se aventurar pelo quintal de frutos para saborearem as guloseimas, mas que posteriormente ficaram conhecidos como koko. Isto é, faziam concorrência com os lakus, ratos, corujas e outros pássaros, experimentado o grau de maturidade dos frutos.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Luís Cardoso (1997). &lt;em&gt;Crónica de uma travessia.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;A época do Ai-Dik-Funam&lt;/em&gt;. Lisboa: Publicações D. Quixote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-7361307131538590882?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7361307131538590882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7361307131538590882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7361307131538590882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7361307131538590882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/fazia-me-sonhar.html' title='... fazia sonhar'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8616872414083833407</id><published>2010-06-10T01:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:46:15.652+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madre Teresa de Calcutá'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«É fácil amar os que estão longe. Mas nem sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é fácil amar os que vivem ao nosso lado.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Autora: Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8616872414083833407?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8616872414083833407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8616872414083833407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8616872414083833407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8616872414083833407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5147100804424029376</id><published>2010-06-09T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:27:21.652+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodrigo Leão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Eisenpresser'/><title type='text'>O teu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA_Nwky7R6I/AAAAAAAABfU/MT0sykS7NjY/s1600/JenniferEisenpresserLostAndFound_spray-paint-and-pen-on-canvas-72x60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480825505927874466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA_Nwky7R6I/AAAAAAAABfU/MT0sykS7NjY/s320/JenniferEisenpresserLostAndFound_spray-paint-and-pen-on-canvas-72x60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jennifer Eisenpresser, &lt;em&gt;Lost and found&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Spray paint and pen on canvas, 72" x 60".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdi-me AMOR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra te encontrar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na solidão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do teu olhar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No teu olhar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se perde o meu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Também o mar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se perde no céu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto eu não daria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para poder voltar atrás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Volta pro meu peito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daqui não saias mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rodrigo Leão, &lt;em&gt;Voltar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-5147100804424029376?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5147100804424029376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5147100804424029376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5147100804424029376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5147100804424029376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-teu-olhar.html' title='O teu olhar'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA_Nwky7R6I/AAAAAAAABfU/MT0sykS7NjY/s72-c/JenniferEisenpresserLostAndFound_spray-paint-and-pen-on-canvas-72x60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4406468767135282731</id><published>2010-06-08T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:20:38.712+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuhiko Nakamura'/><title type='text'>A 3D-guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA-53O4I6_I/AAAAAAAABfM/i52pTFhYoyo/s1600/KazuhikoNakamura_the-end-of-flight-zone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480803630070688754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA-53O4I6_I/AAAAAAAABfM/i52pTFhYoyo/s400/KazuhikoNakamura_the-end-of-flight-zone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kazuhiko Nakamura, &lt;em&gt;The end of flight zone&lt;/em&gt;. Digital art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What were your career stages before becoming a 3D-guru? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to become a painter since I was young, this yearning for the art has never stopped and became stronger while I was growing. I tried myself in different art styles such as the watercolor and the collage until I discovered the 3D. I think that those art experiences made a good base for my present art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What are the major principles of Kazuhiko Nakamura style? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now a lot of 3D artists pursue photorealism in 3D modeling. Of course this trend is pretty interesting to me too. However, I like that special creativity and subjective expressions that the painter puts into the real object. I put my own vision of the image into the object and I think this is what makes my works so special. I search for my image tenaciously trying to create the best combination of the shapes, textures and lighting. And I am particularly interested in expressing the characteristic of an antique portrait mechanical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What are your major sources of inspiration? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I often draw a lot of doodle in a small sketchbook using the felt pen. Usually I do this in the laid-back mode, don’t think about anything specifically. Complicated shapes and strange characters of my sketchbook become inspiration for my art.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://www.templates.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/the-end-of-flight-zone.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.templates.com/blog/3d-surreal-art-of-kazuhiko-nakamura/&amp;amp;usg=__uYMRQxPpdSvB2pw4TGKK_d_GVgo=&amp;amp;h=910&amp;amp;w=600&amp;amp;sz=173&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=9&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=8sc_vKziOp5aBM:&amp;amp;tbnh=147&amp;amp;tbnw=97&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Darte%2Bdigital%2BKazuhiko%2BNakamura%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DG%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1"&gt;&lt;span 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style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Quando não existem inimigos interiores, os inimigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exteriores não nos podem ferir.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Provérbio africano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-707262252708976249?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/707262252708976249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=707262252708976249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/707262252708976249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/707262252708976249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/inimigos.html' title='Inimigos'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-218448374961497961</id><published>2010-06-06T04:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:34:26.108+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Paixão'/><title type='text'>Só a procura vale a viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Perigos numerosos rondam os viajantes à procura do amor. O esquecimento, o desgaste dos dias, as pequenas coisas que ficam por fazer. &lt;/em&gt;[...] &lt;em&gt;Nada haverá mais do que isto: vozes, pedras, luz, um braço que se estende. Aves cruzando brancas nuvens à deriva. Estranha é a nossa condição. Como se fossemos daqui. Vozes, pedras, luz. Seres mudos que não falarão&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pedro Paixão, "Amor aflito", in &lt;em&gt;Deus criou o mundo porque gosta de histórias&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedropaixao.net/index2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.pedropaixao.net/index2.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-218448374961497961?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/218448374961497961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=218448374961497961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/218448374961497961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/218448374961497961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/viajantes-procura-do-amor.html' title='Só a procura vale a viagem'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7842290954004880065</id><published>2010-06-05T01:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:09:35.853+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deolinda Fonseca'/><title type='text'>Nada me aloira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2j97_0L7I/AAAAAAAABe8/GKjNTdHNXoI/s1600/DeolindaFonseca_Stitulo2005_AcrilicoStela_100x100cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480216606052462514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2j97_0L7I/AAAAAAAABe8/GKjNTdHNXoI/s320/DeolindaFonseca_Stitulo2005_AcrilicoStela_100x100cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deolinda Fonseca, &lt;em&gt;Sem título&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Acrílico s/ tela, 100 x 100cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já não estremeço em face do segredo; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada me aloira já, nada me aterra: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida corre sobre mim em guerra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nem sequer um arrepio de mêdo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou estrêla ébria que perdeu os céus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sereia louca que deixou o mar; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou templo prestes a ruir sem deus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estátua falsa ainda erguida ao ar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mário de Sá-Carneiro, "Estátua falsa", in &lt;em&gt;Dispersão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-7842290954004880065?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7842290954004880065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7842290954004880065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7842290954004880065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7842290954004880065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/nada-me-aloira.html' title='Nada me aloira'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2j97_0L7I/AAAAAAAABe8/GKjNTdHNXoI/s72-c/DeolindaFonseca_Stitulo2005_AcrilicoStela_100x100cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4090358549412787931</id><published>2010-06-04T00:12:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:27:19.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadir Afonso'/><title type='text'>Olhar urbano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2XeI7fUNI/AAAAAAAABec/rcG2QVXXJRM/s1600/NADIR-AfonsoSevilhaAcrilicoStela2007_176+x+235+cm"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480202865628631250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2XeI7fUNI/AAAAAAAABec/rcG2QVXXJRM/s320/NADIR-AfonsoSevilhaAcrilicoStela2007_176+x+235+cm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nadir Afonso, &lt;em&gt;Sevilha&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acrílico s/ tela, 176 x 235 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2WMmJJAoI/AAAAAAAABeU/yspwXeNsNZc/s1600/NadirAfonso-Hiroxima_OleoStela1997"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480201464721244802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2WMmJJAoI/AAAAAAAABeU/yspwXeNsNZc/s320/NadirAfonso-Hiroxima_OleoStela1997" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nadir Afonso, &lt;em&gt;Hiroxima&lt;/em&gt;, 1997. Óleo s/ tela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_h_Ya85ADI/AAAAAAAABdc/GQHdEO5ZKGQ/s1600/NADIR-Afonso_MadridOleoStela1995"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474265404597141554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_h_Ya85ADI/AAAAAAAABdc/GQHdEO5ZKGQ/s320/NADIR-Afonso_MadridOleoStela1995" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nadir Afonso, &lt;em&gt;Madrid&lt;/em&gt;, 1995. Óleo s/ tela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«...o maior mal que pode atingir o ser sensível é &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;exactamente a falta de convívio com o belo como categoria estética.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;José Henrique Dias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadir Afonso - De La Sensibilité Plastique a Le Sens de l’Art,&lt;/em&gt; 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://espacillimite.blogs.sapo.pt/72402.html"&gt;http://espacillimite.blogs.sapo.pt/72402.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_h5H4B0ASI/AAAAAAAABc0/4FUQ8WhqxIw/s1600/NADIR-Afonso_MadridOleoStela1995"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-4090358549412787931?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4090358549412787931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4090358549412787931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4090358549412787931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4090358549412787931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/espanha-por-nadir-afonso.html' title='Olhar urbano'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TA2XeI7fUNI/AAAAAAAABec/rcG2QVXXJRM/s72-c/NADIR-AfonsoSevilhaAcrilicoStela2007_176+x+235+cm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8436981511454708272</id><published>2010-06-03T00:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:08:00.255+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Estulin'/><title type='text'>Cómo se gobierna el mundo - El Club Bilderberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;El Club Bilderberg reúne entre el 3 y el 6 de junio la élite política occidental y los dirigentes de las más grandes empresas para discutir el futuro político y económico de la humanidad. Este año, la crisis griega, el futuro del euro y del dólar y la economía de Japón parecen ser los temas que se abordarán en la reunión, que se celebrará en Sitges - España.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~~~~º~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrastrado a un mundo oculto de intrigas y secretos, Daniel Estulin ha realizado una serie de trascendentes descubrimientos sobre cómo se gobierna el mundo. &lt;em&gt;El Club Bilderberg&lt;/em&gt; celebra desde 1954 una reunión anual en la que la élite política occidental y los dirigentes de las más grandes empresas se reúnen para discutir el futuro político y económico de la humanidad. Nunca se ha permitido que la prensa tenga acceso a sus deliberaciones y jamás se han emitido comunicados que revelaran qué se hablaba tras las puertas cerradas del &lt;em&gt;Club Bilderberg&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sirviéndose de métodos que recuerdan el espionaje de la guerra fría –y en varios casos jugándose la vida– Daniel Estulin ha logrado descubrir qué es lo que se decide tras las puertas cerradas de los lujosos hoteles en los que se reúnen los miembros del club. Este libro es el sobrecogedor relato de sus descubrimientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Daniel Estulin (2008). &lt;em&gt;La historia definitiva de el Club Bilderberg&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Del Bronce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8436981511454708272?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8436981511454708272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8436981511454708272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8436981511454708272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8436981511454708272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/el-club-bilderberg.html' title='Cómo se gobierna el mundo - El Club Bilderberg'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-475396320146132672</id><published>2010-06-02T10:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:58:59.060+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Couto'/><title type='text'>Nós somos a casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tenho saudades da minha casa, lá na Itália.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Também eu gostava de ter um lugarzinho meu, onde pudesse chegar e me aconchegar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não tem, Ana?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não tenho? Não temos, todas nós, as mulheres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Como não?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Vocês homens, vêm para casa. Nós somos a casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Extracto de um diálogo entre o italiano e Deusqueira, in Mia Couto (2008 - 5ª ed.). &lt;em&gt;O último voo do flamingo.&lt;/em&gt; Lisboa: Editorial Caminho.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-475396320146132672?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/475396320146132672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=475396320146132672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/475396320146132672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/475396320146132672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/nos-somos-casa.html' title='Nós somos a casa'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8932543394086142758</id><published>2010-06-01T00:18:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:57:06.223+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor Hugo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paula Rêgo'/><title type='text'>Riso de criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TARJpM8g-ZI/AAAAAAAABd8/BrC-tk9ZGK8/s1600/Paula+Rego_flying+children1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584018987874706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TARJpM8g-ZI/AAAAAAAABd8/BrC-tk9ZGK8/s400/Paula+Rego_flying+children1992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Paula Rêgo, &lt;em&gt;Crianças voadoras&lt;/em&gt;, 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;«Nunca ninguém conseguirá ir ao fundo de um riso de criança.» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Autor: Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-8932543394086142758?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8932543394086142758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8932543394086142758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8932543394086142758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8932543394086142758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/06/riso-de-crianca.html' title='Riso de criança'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TARJpM8g-ZI/AAAAAAAABd8/BrC-tk9ZGK8/s72-c/Paula+Rego_flying+children1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6315487296034307458</id><published>2010-05-31T00:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:11:00.361+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deolinda Fonseca'/><title type='text'>Só penso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TAKYUPotvaI/AAAAAAAABdk/z3EAgxMkFN0/s1600/DeolindaFonsecaSemTitulo2005_AcrilicoStela100x100cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477107570398051746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TAKYUPotvaI/AAAAAAAABdk/z3EAgxMkFN0/s320/DeolindaFonsecaSemTitulo2005_AcrilicoStela100x100cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deolinda Fonseca, &lt;em&gt;Sem título&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Acrílico s/ tela, 100 x 100cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Já não vivo, só penso. E o pensamento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é uma teia confusa, complicada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma renda subtil feita de nada: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de nuvens, de crepúsculos, de vento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo é silêncio. O arco-íris é cinzento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e eu cada vez mais vaga, mais alheada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Percorro o céu e a terra aqui sentada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem uma voz, um olhar, um movimento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terei morrido já sem o saber? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seria bom mas não, não pode ser, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda me sinto presa por mil laços, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda sinto na pele o sol e a lua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouço a chuva cair na minha rua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a vida ainda me aperta nos seus braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fernanda de Castro, "Já não vivo. Só penso", in &lt;em&gt;E Eu, Saudosa, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Saudosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-6315487296034307458?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6315487296034307458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6315487296034307458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6315487296034307458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6315487296034307458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_30.html' title='Só penso'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/TAKYUPotvaI/AAAAAAAABdk/z3EAgxMkFN0/s72-c/DeolindaFonsecaSemTitulo2005_AcrilicoStela100x100cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3502517559825500285</id><published>2010-05-30T00:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:41:00.626+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano Veloso'/><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lua, lua, lua, lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por um momento meu canto contigo compactua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E mesmo o vento canta-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Compacto no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Branca, branca, branca, branca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha, nossa voz atua sendo silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu canto não tem nada a ver com a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Caetano Veloso, &lt;em&gt;Lua, lua, lua, lua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-3502517559825500285?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3502517559825500285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3502517559825500285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3502517559825500285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3502517559825500285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/lua-lua-lua-lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5975947919142918877</id><published>2010-05-29T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:36:00.553+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucien Jerphagnon'/><title type='text'>Elogio del pesimismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El filósofo francés Lucien Jerphagnon publica &lt;em&gt;Elogio del pesimismo&lt;/em&gt;, un diccionario que recoge a 140 autores de pensamiento negativo sobre el mundo. El escritor advierte que hay que asumir 28 siglos de sufrimiento para "&lt;em&gt;ser felices&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lucien Jerphagnon (2010). &lt;em&gt;Elogio del pesimismo&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Barril &amp;amp; Barral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-5975947919142918877?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5975947919142918877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5975947919142918877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5975947919142918877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5975947919142918877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/elogio-del-pesimismo.html' title='Elogio del pesimismo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-7822152851265870694</id><published>2010-05-28T00:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:08:49.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erich Fromm'/><title type='text'>El arte de amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El arte de amar&lt;/em&gt; es una obra con la que Erich Fromm ha ayudado a varias generaciones a reflexionar sobre el amor y a responder a algunas preguntas aparentemente sencillas: ¿qué significa amar? ¿Cómo desprendernos de nosotros mismos para experimentar este sentimiento…? Fromm nos explica que el amor no es sólo una relación personal, sino un rasgo de madurez que se manifiesta en diversas formas: amor erótico, amor fraternal, amor filial, amor a uno mismo… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos dice también que el amor no es algo pasajero y mecánico, como a veces nos induce a creer la sociedad de hoy. Muy al contrario, el amor es un arte, el fruto de un aprendizaje. Por ello, si queremos aprender a amar debemos actuar como lo haríamos si quisiéramos aprender cualquier otro arte, ya sea la música, la pintura, la carpintería o el arte de la medicina. O, por lo menos, no dedicar nuestra energía a lograr el éxito y el dinero, el prestigio y el poder, sino a cultivar el verdadero arte de amar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“El amor intenta entender, convencer, vivificar. Por este motivo, el que ama se transforma constantemente. Capta más, observa más, es más productivo, es más él mismo.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Erich Fromm (2007). &lt;em&gt;El arte de amar&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Paidos Iberica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-7822152851265870694?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7822152851265870694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=7822152851265870694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7822152851265870694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/7822152851265870694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-arte-de-amar.html' title='El arte de amar'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3429049004366554074</id><published>2010-05-27T11:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:46:09.802+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bertrand Russell'/><title type='text'>El elogio de la ociosidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una seria advertencia contra el peligro que supone la intolerancia para la sociedad occidental, un brillante análisis de las repercusiones de una reducción del horario de trabajo, un estudio de las consecuencias de la incorporación de la mujer al mundo laboral... quince apasionantes y agudos ensayos del gran filósofo inglés de siglo XX, Bertrand Russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bertrand Russell (2000). &lt;em&gt;El elogio de la ociosidad&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Edhasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-3429049004366554074?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3429049004366554074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3429049004366554074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3429049004366554074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3429049004366554074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-elogio-de-la-ociosidad.html' title='El elogio de la ociosidad'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8509463719555423067</id><published>2010-05-26T13:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:43:23.009+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michel Winock'/><title type='text'>El siglo de los intelectuales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde el "&lt;em&gt;caso Dreyfus&lt;/em&gt;" hasta las muertes de Jean-Paul Sartre y Raymond Aron, pasando por las dos guerras mundiales, el fascismo y el comunismo, la descolonización y la Guerra Fría, Michel Winock relata en orden cronológico no tanto la vida, las ideas, los compromisos o las obras principales de los intelectuales franceses, sino sobre todo sus debates y controversias, sus afinidades y amistades, sus enemistades y rupturas... una historia jalonada de interesantes y jugosas polémicas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Michel Winock (2010). &lt;em&gt;El siglo de los intelectuales&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Edhasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8509463719555423067?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8509463719555423067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8509463719555423067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda la sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el azúcar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el vino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda mi vida, solo deseo vivirla contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda la luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el oscuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo lo que escribo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el camino, ardo en deseos de andarlo contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con tu amor siento calma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y a la orilla del rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu calor se me agarra y me llenas el alma de luz y rocío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con tu amor siento ganas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En los cinco sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y me llevas tan lejos, que apenas recuerdo de donde venimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el recuerdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo lo que olvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el silencio, se hace canciones durmiendo contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el sabor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo el perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo lo que ansio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos los mares, sólo deseo navegarlos contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo sin más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La eternidad tambiém la pido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vida o castigo, solo deseo tenerla contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vida o castigo, solo deseo beberla contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vida o castigo, solo deseo morirme contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rosana Arbelo, "Contigo", &lt;em&gt;in Luna Nueva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2sFyROucTg&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=794A790625DD2921&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2sFyROucTg&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=794A790625DD2921&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-1243251417523148469?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1243251417523148469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1243251417523148469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1243251417523148469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1243251417523148469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/contigo.html' title='Contigo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6118477267950086181</id><published>2010-05-24T10:35:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:11:32.050+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'>I take tea my dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like my toast done on one side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can hear it in my accent when I talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm an Englishman in New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See me walking down Fifth Avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A walking cane here at my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take it everywhere I walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm an Englishman in New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be yourself no matter what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sting, &lt;em&gt;Englishman In New York&lt;/em&gt; (1987).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMXCPANHeYM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMXCPANHeYM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-6118477267950086181?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6118477267950086181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=6118477267950086181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6118477267950086181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/6118477267950086181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-take-tea-my-dear.html' title='I take tea my dear'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-6065440781124225512</id><published>2010-05-23T01:20:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:37:14.797+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Carlos Ary dos Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbra Sundquist'/><title type='text'>Não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_hvKKTVuQI/AAAAAAAABck/up-eB6jn3Ao/s1600/Barbra_Sundquist_watching-her-heart_Mixed-media-on-canvas-6x8x1,5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474247567423682818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_hvKKTVuQI/AAAAAAAABck/up-eB6jn3Ao/s400/Barbra_Sundquist_watching-her-heart_Mixed-media-on-canvas-6x8x1,5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Barbra Sundquist, W&lt;em&gt;atching her heart. &lt;/em&gt;Mixed media on canvas, 6" x 8" x 1,5".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não eram meus os olhos que te olharam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem este corpo exausto que despi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem os lábios sedentos que poisaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No mais secreto do que existe em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não eram meus os dedos que tocaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tua falsa beleza, em que não vi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais que os vícios que um dia me geraram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E me perseguem desde que nasci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não fui eu que te quis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;José Carlos Ary dos Santos, &lt;em&gt;Desespero&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Não...'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_hvKKTVuQI/AAAAAAAABck/up-eB6jn3Ao/s72-c/Barbra_Sundquist_watching-her-heart_Mixed-media-on-canvas-6x8x1,5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8327638305145578687</id><published>2010-05-22T09:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:40:24.879+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Couto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='René Magritte'/><title type='text'>Da minha janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_fzdwmSsuI/AAAAAAAABcM/R0KFdBkTRnI/s1600/the-false-mirror-rene-magritte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474111564679394018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/S_fzdwmSsuI/AAAAAAAABcM/R0KFdBkTRnI/s320/the-false-mirror-rene-magritte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;René Magritte, &lt;em&gt;The False Mirror&lt;/em&gt;, 1928, 22" x 30".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... os ruídos da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trazem a sua esponja silenciosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e sem luz e sem tinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o meu sonho resigna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os homens afundam-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com o caju que fermenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a onda da madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;demora-se de encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;às rochas do tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mia Couto, "Solidão", in &lt;em&gt;Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-8327638305145578687?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8327638305145578687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8327638305145578687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8327638305145578687'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4557688522359613658</id><published>2010-05-21T16:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:41:53.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcos Giralt Torrente'/><title type='text'>Tiempo de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toda narración, incluso aquella que pretende imitar la vida, es una ficción. Un artificio. El escritor sale al mundo y lo que nos devuelve es una visión de la vida, no la vida. Partiendo de esta premisa, Marcos Giralt Torrente se enfrenta en este relato íntimo a un tema universal: la muerte del padre. A partir del dolor por la pérdida, reconstruye la relación con su padre, el tiempo de vida que compartió con él, con asombroso afán de fidelidad. Sin eludir las zonas de penumbra pero sin recrearse en ellas, sorteando con equilibrio cualquier exceso. De esa forma, con ayuda de una prosa hipnótica y concisa, la propia experiencia se transforma en experiencia de todos. El resultado es un libro absolutamente conmovedor que abraza y golpea a un tiempo. Ni un homenaje ni un ajuste de cuentas. Un intento de comprenderla relación más compleja que cabe entre dos personas. El retrato de un padre y un hijo. Un inventario de vida en el que casi nada se calla y en el que, por eso, aparece la vida tal y como es: con sus tristezas y encrucijadas pero también con sus jubilosos descubrimientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Marcos Giralt Torrente (2010). &lt;em&gt;Tiempo de vida&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Anagrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-4557688522359613658?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4557688522359613658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4557688522359613658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4557688522359613658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4557688522359613658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiempo-de-vida.html' title='Tiempo de vida'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2541975870038879572</id><published>2010-05-20T10:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:44:24.522+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eloy Fernandez Porta'/><title type='text'>Mercado afectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;€®O$ es un discurso creativo sobre el amor, es decir, sobre las corporaciones que lo producen, las imágenes que lo anuncian y los medios que lo transfieren. Su escenario es el Mercado Afectivo. En ese lugar, que es el nuestro, las pasiones no son ya una expresión de la vida interior, sino una negociación con los instrumentos digitales, informativos y financieros que generan la identidad hiperconectiva actual. Su perspectiva es la sociología de las relaciones personales, pero no les sorprenda encontrar también un arsenal de sátiras, poemas, canciones y un relato de crítica-ficción que, situado en el año 2040, imagina el glorioso derrumbe del Mercado, y lo que habrá de ocurrir después. €®O$ son diez teletextos que describen un punto de ignición. €®O$ es asimismo la narración en directo de una batalla: la lucha por la legitimidad de las emociones. Una teoría de las emociones en el capitalismo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eloy Fernandez Porta (2010). &lt;em&gt;Eros: la superproducción de los afectos&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Anagrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-2541975870038879572?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2541975870038879572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2541975870038879572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2541975870038879572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2541975870038879572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/los-afectos.html' title='Mercado afectivo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-3613545325342586868</id><published>2010-05-19T18:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:16:09.559+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'>Diálogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Diálogo consigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;com a noite&lt;br /&gt;os astros&lt;br /&gt;os mortos&lt;br /&gt;as ideias&lt;br /&gt;o sonho&lt;br /&gt;o passado&lt;br /&gt;o mais que futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhe teu diálogo&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;tua melhor palavra&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;teu melhor silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;e com o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;dialogamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade, "O Constante Diálogo", in &lt;em&gt;Discurso da Primavera&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1575572779084031042-3613545325342586868?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3613545325342586868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=3613545325342586868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3613545325342586868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/3613545325342586868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/h.html' title='Diálogos'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-4732365268908592178</id><published>2010-05-19T00:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:33:11.073+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><title type='text'>A nossa vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«É melhor que fale por nós a nossa vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que as nossas palavras.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;[Autor: Gandhi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-4732365268908592178?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4732365268908592178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=4732365268908592178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4732365268908592178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/4732365268908592178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_19.html' title='A nossa vida'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1354032421490982749</id><published>2010-05-18T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:34:18.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guillermo Ballenato Prieto'/><title type='text'>Gestión del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El tiempo es un recurso imprescindible para cualquier actividad. Administrarlo de un modo eficaz permite optimizar el rendimiento y alcanzar mejores resultados con menos esfuerzo. El tiempo se nos va de muchas maneras: charlas interminables, impuntualidad, Internet, interrupciones, desorganización, urgencias, perfeccionismo, etc. La inadecuada gestión del tiempo, además de tener consecuencias negativas en el ámbito profesional, tiene repercusiones importantes en el entorno personal, familiar y social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra es una oportunidad para la reflexión y para el cambio. Nos ayuda a encontrar el tiempo personal que andamos buscando, nos enseña que podemos disponer de más tiempo y también cómo podemos aprovecharlo mejor y disfrutarlo más. Revela la importancia de aprender a detectar las prioridades y a centrarnos en las actividades críticas. Nos anima a ser sistemáticos y rigurosos con nuestro tiempo, a descubrir las posibilidades de una buena planificación, a distribuir adecuadamente las actividades, a tomar decisiones, a cumplir los plazos y a lograr nuestros objetivos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guillermo Ballenato Prieto (2007). &lt;em&gt;Gestión del tiempo - en busca de la eficacia&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Piramide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-1354032421490982749?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1354032421490982749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1354032421490982749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1354032421490982749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1354032421490982749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/gestion-del-tiempo.html' title='Gestión del tiempo'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-5169292930939559791</id><published>2010-05-17T02:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:07:52.790+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benoîte Groult'/><title type='text'>La fuerza de las pasiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulsa la estrella&lt;/em&gt; es una novela emotiva sobre las ilusiones y desilusiones de varias generaciones de mujeres, sobre la complejidad de las relaciones humanas y sobre la fuerza de las pasiones. Con notables pinceladas de humor y fina ironía para criticar las contradicciones sociales, Benoîte Groult aborda un tema tan delicado como el de la menospreciada vejez en el mundo actual de la eterna juventud, la soledad cuando ya se han ido tus contemporáneos y, sobre todo, las ganas de vivir y morir dignamente al acercarse el destino final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Benoîte Groult (2008). &lt;em&gt;Pulsa la estrella&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Alianza Editorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575572779084031042-5169292930939559791?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5169292930939559791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=5169292930939559791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5169292930939559791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/5169292930939559791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-fuerza-de-las-pasiones.html' title='La fuerza de las pasiones'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-1361131923484714993</id><published>2010-05-16T02:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:16:36.556+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristobal Serra'/><title type='text'>Inquietudes y melancolías</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Maeterlinck, una de las cabezas de su época, alojó siempre en su mente un sentido de lo infinito y lo eterno. Le descubrí muy joven, cuando leí Le Trésor des humbles, en donde se encuentran las mejores páginas jamás escritas sobre el silencio. Desde entonces soy admirador del belga, de sus ensayos y de su teatro. Hay una frase suya que me ha ayudado a valorar mi primicia literaria (Péndulo). La frase es esta: "&lt;strong&gt;No valemos sino lo que valen nuestras inquietudes y nuestras melancolías&lt;/strong&gt;". Este Maeterlinck es el que tuvo para mí frases halagadoras. No vaciló en reservarme un lugar entre los espíritus dotados de antenas. Se refirió a la época que le tocó vivir y también a la mía. Se le notaba la preocupación apocalíptica que no había descubierto en sus escritos.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cristobal Serra (2007). &lt;em&gt;Tanteos crespusculares&lt;/em&gt;. Valencia: Pre-Textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-1361131923484714993?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1361131923484714993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=1361131923484714993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1361131923484714993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/1361131923484714993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/inquietudes-y-melancolias.html' title='Inquietudes y melancolías'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-2335682833414418346</id><published>2010-05-15T01:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:21:27.175+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformando el mundo (ii)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El destino de la filosofía occidental en el siglo xx es el tema principal y más extensamente aquí considerado. Las dos primeras partes que lo abordan van precedidas de amplias introducciones panorámicas, cuyo propósito es suministrar al lector, como primera aproximación, una rápida visión global que le permita profundizar luego en los temas de su preferencia. Además de seguir este criterio de hipertexto, las obras clave de los principales filósofos son tomadas como elementos básicos o sillares del saber transmitido, de manera que el lector puede disponer de microensayos o informes especiales sobre prácticamente todos los libros de filosofía más importantes del pasado siglo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Las contribuciones de la tercera parte, dedicada al desarrollo de la lógica y la matemática y de las ciencias de la naturaleza y de la sociedad, han sido principalmente elaboradas por hombres de ciencia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En la quinta parte se aborda el inexcusable estudio del pensamiento actual de las culturas no occidentales. Figuras contemporáneas como Gandhi o Mao, en uno u otro sentido, han transformado el mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;VV.AA. (2007). &lt;em&gt;El legado filosofico y cientifico del siglo XX&lt;/em&gt;. Madrid: Catedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-2335682833414418346?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2335682833414418346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=2335682833414418346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2335682833414418346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/2335682833414418346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/transformando-el-mundo-ii.html' title='Transformando el mundo (ii)'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575572779084031042.post-8117354148461303284</id><published>2010-05-14T01:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:14:00.357+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lindberg'/><title type='text'>Transformando el mundo (i)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;David C. Lindberg narra el desarrollo de las ideas prácticas e instituciones científicas a las que dio lugar los albores del pensamiento humano, desde la filosofía presocrática griega hasta el escolasticismo medieval. Lindberg revisa los temas más importantes de la historia de la ciencia antigua y medieval relativos a materias como las matemáticas, la astronomía, la mecánica, la óptica, la alquimia, la historia natural y la medicina. Además, ofrece un iluminador relato de la transmisión del conocimiento científico desde la antigua Grecia al Islam y posteriormente a la Europa medieval. A lo largo del libro, el autor presta especial atención a los contextos culturales e institucionales en los que se creó y difundió el conocimiento científico y a los modos en que la filosofía y la religión influyeron en el contenido y la práctica de la ciencia. Aunque se apoya en un amplio cuerpo de investigación llevada a cabo en las últimas décadas por diversos historiadores de la ciencia, de la filosofía y de la religión, Lindberg no duda en proponer nuevas interpretaciones y en aventurar opiniones prestas a resolver antiguas disputas históricas. Una impresionante colección de inusuales y excepcionales fotografías, mapas y figuras ilustran bellamente el texto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;David Lindberg (2002). &lt;em&gt;Los inicios de la ciencia occidental: la tradición cientifica europea en el contexto filosofico, religioso e institucional (desde el 600 AC hasta 1450)&lt;/em&gt;. Barcelona: Paidos Iberica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&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/1575572779084031042-8117354148461303284?l=casadasgralhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8117354148461303284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575572779084031042&amp;postID=8117354148461303284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8117354148461303284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575572779084031042/posts/default/8117354148461303284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadasgralhas.blogspot.com/2010/05/transformando-el-mundo-i.html' title='Transformando el mundo (i)'/><author><name>guidinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798451849222885740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mxc0X8KrLJg/SWpWqBIKWEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-DrquyVipw8/S220/Foto81.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
