<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141</id><updated>2011-09-27T00:29:05.642+02:00</updated><category term='no'/><category term='ue há. Qual é o sector da sociedade portuguesaL'/><title type='text'>Aqueduto Livre</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sou amigo de Platão, mas amo a verdade!" Aristóteles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; verdade obriga-me a informar, que tive uma recaída blogoesférica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Maria do Sol foi a grande responsável desta minha enfermidade, mas não a única. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No entanto decidi mudar de plataforma, visual e nome: cada destas coisas tem a sua importância.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui ficam, pois, as novas coordenadas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOME - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mainstreet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Endereço: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;weber.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-6768719107126236606?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6768719107126236606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6768719107126236606' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6768719107126236606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6768719107126236606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/12/recaida-blogoesfrica.html' title='Recaida blogoesférica.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SUBPL3yjv4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/x0O3OMr45P8/s72-c/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3594893298799244596</id><published>2008-09-29T14:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:29:27.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SODNau7YEBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Kh-gTPwMuqU/s1600-h/o+que+%C3%A9+a+verdade"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251423024671363090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SODNau7YEBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Kh-gTPwMuqU/s400/o+que+%C3%A9+a+verdade" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisa, altamente, controversa e controvertida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo para um materialista como eu, não me parece tarefa alcançável neste "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;petit&lt;/span&gt;" universo, que é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogooesfera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu "graal" na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogooesfera&lt;/span&gt; foi, sempre, a verdade e a ÉTICA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimamente, dei por mim a tropeçar na "mentira" e na "obscenidade" e na "imoralidade": para se obter ganhos factuais, argumentativos ou até de originalidade, vale derrubar a verdade, a ética e a sã convivência. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posta-se o que calha, a pretexto de coisa nenhuma, para alcançar nenhures: doce vanglória,assassínios &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impúdicos&lt;/span&gt;, vale tudo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada disto tem valor. Nada disto serve para o que quer que seja. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo isto poderá, eventualmente, servir para diagnosticar a Pátria e, porventura, o mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora só faltará mesmo é salvá-la e salvá-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sou, nem desta Pátria, nem deste mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mim: c'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;assez&lt;/span&gt;, c'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fini&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1/ A campanha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;desbragada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; torno dos azulejos de Maria Keil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; o abaixo-assinado que por ai anda anda correr e sobre o qual a lúcida senhora de 93 anos já veio denunciar, criticando os autores do mesmo - afirmando que já chegou faz muito tempo a acordo com a empresa Metro de Lisboa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2/ Agora deu-se inicio a uma "tremenda" campanha a pretexto da "Pousada" a construir na Fortaleza de Peniche. Sobre tal tema não sei nada. Mas citam-me as palavras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;benévolas&lt;/span&gt; em relação ao empreendimento do Presidente comunista, da CDU, de Peniche! Não foram os comunistas, que MAIS militantes seus tiveram na Fortaleza de Peniche?!...Pergunto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3/ Mais grave do que não preservar a memória é, mesmo, tentar reescrevê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Em modo de remate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Quem aprovou, na Câmara de Lisboa, o condomínio de luxo para o terreno onde está instalada a sede da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PIDE&lt;/span&gt;, na Rua António Maria Cardoso? Que contrapartida fez o promotor imobiliário, para que se preserve a memória dos horrores que foram cometidos nessas instalações? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Neste "caso" da Fortaleza de Peniche: que projecto, em concreto? Que "deliberação" (se já ocorreu...) tomou a Câmara da CDU de Peniche sobre tal matéria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Ele há historiadores...com cada metodologia...de aproximação aos factos, aos acontecimentos, sobretudo aos acontecimentais, que é de bradar a Santo Marc Bloch, a Santo Lucien Fevbre, a Santo Mattoso, a Santo F. Braudel e, porque não, a Santo Vidal Naquet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Deus os guardem de tanto disparate!&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/28389141-3594893298799244596?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3594893298799244596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3594893298799244596' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3594893298799244596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3594893298799244596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/end.html' title='THE END'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SODNau7YEBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Kh-gTPwMuqU/s72-c/o+que+%C3%A9+a+verdade' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2199641757772774309</id><published>2008-09-08T19:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:40:57.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Viver sempre também cansa..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMViHVUT5MI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LHnnMmbMFC4/s1600-h/jose+gomes+ferreira+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243705219263751362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMViHVUT5MI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LHnnMmbMFC4/s400/jose+gomes+ferreira+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio eu que foi este poeta, nascido no Porto, José Gomes Ferreira, o autor desta boutade - à qual acrescentava outra&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:"recuso-me a ter mais de vinte anos"&lt;/span&gt;. E fê-lo quando já caminhava a passos largos para os oitenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quase em simetria com este mestre (hoje, um pedaço esquecido...) apetece-me soletrar: blogar sempre também cansa...e deve cansar os outros que passam os olhos pelos nossos postes, ou &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;postas&lt;/span&gt;...nunca sei bem como dizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso, como diz a minha amiga maria do sol, citando, no seu blog branco no branco, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Greta Garbo&lt;/span&gt;: "Eu nunca disse &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quero estar só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Disse apenas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quero que me deixem só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isto faz toda a diferença. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer apenas: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vou ali e já volto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes precisamos de espaço e ar para podermos respirar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A responsabilidade é minha. Ando a ficar exausto e rarefeito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/28389141-2199641757772774309?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2199641757772774309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2199641757772774309' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2199641757772774309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2199641757772774309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/viver-sempre-tambm-cansa.html' title='&quot;Viver sempre também cansa...&quot;'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMViHVUT5MI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LHnnMmbMFC4/s72-c/jose+gomes+ferreira+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-6147854061882372269</id><published>2008-09-05T20:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:03:54.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A senhor Laura Palin...em toda a sua magnificência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMGBxbDaUoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YKJ8s9m2SUI/s1600-h/mccain+e+Sara+palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242614127311606402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMGBxbDaUoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YKJ8s9m2SUI/s400/mccain+e+Sara+palin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Um excelente artigo, com informação substantiva e de qualidade, daquela que importa para o curso da história e para o adequado enquadramento dos personagens e dos grandes actores (nem que sejam putativos, como é o caso vertente...) sobre a senhora Sara Palin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Aqui se reproduz, devidamente linkado, com a devida vénia e agradecimentos a Vítor Dias e ao Tempo das Cerejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tempodascerejas.blogspot.com/2008/09/vale-tudo-tudo-se-esquece-tudo-se.html"&gt;http://tempodascerejas.blogspot.com/2008/09/vale-tudo-tudo-se-esquece-tudo-se.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-6147854061882372269?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6147854061882372269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6147854061882372269' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6147854061882372269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6147854061882372269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/senhor-laura-palinem-toda-sua.html' title='A senhor Laura Palin...em toda a sua magnificência...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMGBxbDaUoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YKJ8s9m2SUI/s72-c/mccain+e+Sara+palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2147979118807742307</id><published>2008-09-05T20:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:48:13.137+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RTP2: no seu melhor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMF84Og_LxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/D4ukGmwNnSc/s1600-h/rtp2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242608746646941458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMF84Og_LxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/D4ukGmwNnSc/s400/rtp2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;"Titulo Original:«COMMUNISM - HISTORY OF AN ILLUSION»&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas e os acontecimentos que mais ilustraram a ascensão de uma ideia revolucionária e a queda de um império&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma fascinante série documental que começa na época de Lenin e acaba com Gorbachev. Ao longo de três episódios dá-se relevo às pessoas e aos acontecimentos que mais ilustraram a ascensão de uma ideia revolucionária e a queda de um império.Como é que é possível que esta ideia possa fascinar tanta gente, incluindo centenas de intelectuais? De que modo é que milhares de pessoas acabam com a repressão a indignidade e a opressão económica e mesmo assim continuam fiéis ao conceito de comunismo?Neste programa esta questão é posta a políticos e conceituados cientistas.Inclui ainda depoimentos de Sergei Khruschev, filho de Nikita Khrushchev, e de antigos elementos do KGB como Vladimir Kryuchkov. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Nos pretéritos dias 2, 3 e 4 de Setembro, pela 23:30horas, a RTP2 passou um programa de grande rigor e qualidade sobre o Comunismo, a experiência soviética, mas não só. A lista de testemunhos revelaram-se de muita qualidade e as imagens...soberbas. O texto que encima esta minha entrada encontrei-o no site da RTP2 e como resumo apresentatório do dito programa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Há tempos, a mesma RTP2 brindou-nos, a horas tardias, com um trabalho excelente sobre Fernando Nobre e a AMI, cujo trabalho meritório tem, hoje em dia, reconhecimento internacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Faz tempos, a mesma RTP2, repetiu uma séria, ROMA: notabílissima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Temos, insofismavelmente, Televisão de serviço público: por mim, não tenho como duvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-2147979118807742307?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2147979118807742307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2147979118807742307' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2147979118807742307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2147979118807742307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/rtp2-no-seu-melhor.html' title='RTP2: no seu melhor.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMF84Og_LxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/D4ukGmwNnSc/s72-c/rtp2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-1029542725575560088</id><published>2008-09-05T18:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:28:13.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje apetece-me falar de coisa nenhuma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMFZ4b826GI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CBoQEW2ATeA/s1600-h/Chaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242570267346528354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMFZ4b826GI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CBoQEW2ATeA/s400/Chaplin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; Afinal, aqui deixo dito que há uma exposição sobre Charlot em Lisboa, com fotos cedidas pela família. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O Presidente, Comissário deste certame é o erudito e cinéfilo Salvatto Menezes Teles, que há bocadinho, no Radio Clube Português disso falou e me deixou água na boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;br /&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/28389141-1029542725575560088?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1029542725575560088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1029542725575560088' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1029542725575560088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1029542725575560088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje-apetece-me-falar-de-coisa-nenhuma.html' title='Hoje apetece-me falar de coisa nenhuma...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMFZ4b826GI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CBoQEW2ATeA/s72-c/Chaplin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-7998225446361930114</id><published>2008-09-04T18:08:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:49:35.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa do Avante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOacg722I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZwS8q8vR33M/s1600-h/festa+do+avnate.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242205813752978274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOacg722I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZwS8q8vR33M/s400/festa+do+avnate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOQUsgq8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/y2DqOGnzr7Q/s1600-h/xaile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242205639855352770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOQUsgq8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/y2DqOGnzr7Q/s400/xaile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOE6Aw0hI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kGIXo9ZGdJY/s1600-h/xutos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242205443713978898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOE6Aw0hI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kGIXo9ZGdJY/s400/xutos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMANsnAWtOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0dcyNdb1dEU/s1600-h/destaque_rogerio_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242205026295133410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMANsnAWtOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/0dcyNdb1dEU/s400/destaque_rogerio_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMANhMBgDQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/z9tVcTh4FNo/s1600-h/Camane_410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242204830073621762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMANhMBgDQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/z9tVcTh4FNo/s400/Camane_410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242204493176673714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMANNk_AlbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/13wM67j3bmI/s400/opera.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMANW0tq43I/AAAAAAAAAgc/0GJp2CytkLo/s1600-h/festa+do+avnate.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242204131314639026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAM4g8YILI/AAAAAAAAAgM/qj7W_1ShQxI/s400/vieux_farka_toure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Se pensam que vou falar da Festa do Avante, em bem ou em mal, desenganem-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Se pensam que é por distracção que aqui posto o logótipo da FA 2008 e estas quantas fotos desenganem-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nada disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;È mesmo, e só, para assinalar, que o meu varão mais novo, músico imberbe, mas compulsivo, decidiu ir, pela primeira vez, à Quinta da Atalaia, assistir aos concertos da FA e, por economia de escala, decidiu acampar os 3 dias na zona que os comunistas portugueses alocaram a esta função campista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Isto significa duas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;1/ Que o meu varão mais novo está a crescer e a autonomizar-se;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2/Que a FA continua a ter capacidade de atracção decorrente da sua programação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Um e outro facto são motivos, para mim, de júbilo e de contentamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui fica o registo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;JA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - As fotos foram fanadas no site do PCP, na parte dedicada à FA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na ordem, de cima para baixo:  1/Xaile (um dos projectos mais criativos e interessantes de MPP dos últimos tempos e no feminino);2/Os clássicos Xutos e Pontapés;3/Rogério Ribeiro (pintor, recentemente falecido);4/Camané;5/Ópera (que foi, em tempos, dos espectáculos mais populares e ligados, em Itália, por exemplo, à luta pela independência nacional);6/ Vieux Farka Touré, músicos do Mali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-7998225446361930114?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/7998225446361930114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=7998225446361930114' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7998225446361930114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7998225446361930114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/festa-do-avante.html' title='Festa do Avante'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SMAOacg722I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZwS8q8vR33M/s72-c/festa+do+avnate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-4515214653120567553</id><published>2008-09-03T16:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:34:11.668+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falar....porquê? Escrever...sobre o quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6o775bLPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sIed8OxyUyk/s1600-h/-GilgameshTablet+do+dil%C3%BAvio+do+%C3%A9pico+Gilgamesh,+em+acadio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241812763950132466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6o775bLPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sIed8OxyUyk/s400/-GilgameshTablet+do+dil%C3%BAvio+do+%C3%A9pico+Gilgamesh,+em+acadio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6mb3wAzAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/PMtYqgKMmiU/s1600-h/Cuneiform_script2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810014057843714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6mb3wAzAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/PMtYqgKMmiU/s400/Cuneiform_script2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6mnYW0hGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kyge2W64OQA/s1600-h/cuneiforme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810211789112418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6mnYW0hGI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kyge2W64OQA/s400/cuneiforme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ando a reflectir sobre as minhas "motivações" para a escrita na blogooesfera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ando a matutar sobre aquilo que me impele a escrever e a "postar" e ainda as razões que me leva a "escolher" este, em vez daqueloutro tema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A escrita deve ser um acto lúdico e incorporar alguma eficiência, utilidade. É o que sempre considerei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O prazer ainda não me vai faltando. Gosto de escrever e gosto de me publicar. A blogoesfera dá-nos essa possibilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Já sobre a eficiência da "coisa"...vou tendo cada vez mais dúvidas e, claro está, menos certezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sabemos que os homens "escrevem", dum modo utilitário, com compulsão lúdica ou sem razão aparente - faz mais de 30 séculos. As imagens que acompanham este poste são exemplares raros de escrita suméria e acádia, dita cuneiforme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A tablete da direita é dos poucos exemplares que sobraram, descoberta na antiga Mesopotâmia, a terra entre dois rios, o Tigre e o Eufrates, naquilo que é, hoje, o Iraque e que narra as aventuras, durante o dilúvio, do herói Gilgamesh.É, ao conhecimento actual que temos, a primeira "narrativa" feita pelo homem: não se conhece nada antes desta data, 2 500 anos a.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pois, já então os homens gostavam de escrever e faziam-no sem as preocupações "utilitárias" que hoje em dia encerra muito do acto da escrita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Que importância tem a vida familiar da senhora governadora do Alaska? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Que impacte terá nas eleiçõs de Novembro de 2008, nos USA, o facto desta senhora ter uma filha, de dezassete anos, não casada, grávida de 5 meses e, na apresentação da senhora sua mãe, como candidata a vice de Mccain, levar ao colo (ou, melhor dito, em cima da barriga) um "suposto" irmão, pequenino, portador de deficiência? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;E que importância terá TUDO quanto se escreveu sobre esse facto (e o que adiante ainda se escreverá...) na contenda entre Obama e Mccain? Não faço a mínima das ideias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O que sei, e ouvi ontem, é que as mulheres republicanas, conservadoras, recatadas, confrontadas com estas revelações "aconselham", vivamente, a senhora Sara Palin a ficar em casa "para pôr ordem e arrumar aquela tribo". Não sei se foram estas as palavras da senhora entrevistada pela CBS...mas o sentido foi-o de certeza absoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-4515214653120567553?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/4515214653120567553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=4515214653120567553' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4515214653120567553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4515214653120567553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/falarporqu-escreversobre-o-qu.html' title='Falar....porquê? Escrever...sobre o quê?'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL6o775bLPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sIed8OxyUyk/s72-c/-GilgameshTablet+do+dil%C3%BAvio+do+%C3%A9pico+Gilgamesh,+em+acadio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-6713191946347051806</id><published>2008-09-02T17:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:31:06.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retornar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL1nkVIoCpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4UB2HlkKA8Y/s1600-h/Mccain+e+vicepresidente.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241459415175400082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL1nkVIoCpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4UB2HlkKA8Y/s400/Mccain+e+vicepresidente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em tempos esta palavra teve conotações desagradáveis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na escrita dum antropólogo desconcertante, sinuoso, quanto brilhante e incontornável, Mircea Eliade, romeno, francês, americano e tendo estadiado em Portugal, escrevente de O Mito do Eterno Retorno: voltámos, sempre, de onde partimos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu retorno à blogoesfera teve coisas normais, satisfatórias, triviais e outras coisas terminadas...em, mais do mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De assinalar, a inverdade bondosa do Barbeiro, que tinha anunciado retorno para 1 de Setembro, mas começou a postar a 31 de Agosto...e bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A interrupção das intermitências de verão do meu amigo João Tunes, sempre com a mesma qualidade e com uma concisão "postante" que eu saúdo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A avalanche "postiante" dos Corta Fitas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O RETORNO (aqui vai de maiúsculas...) do FNV em o Mar Salgado: ele há mesmo pessoas que nos fazem falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maria do sol, em branco no branco, que continua lindo, como sempre, mas com uma escrita mais complexa, com mais temas e com mor atrevimento. Muito bom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As eleições americanas...continuam a dominar nos blogues. Mas o que domina, neste momento, nos USA, a suplantar mesmo as hecatombes naturais (Gustav, Ana e cia...) é a filha da candidata de Mccain a vice presidente, Sara Palin, governadora do Alaska, hiper conservadora, com apenas 17 anos estar grávida de...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O senador Obama já veio dizer que a vida privada da governadora não faz parte da campanha eleitoral!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A intervenção militar da Federação Russa na Geórgia ainda "arrota" postes na blogooesfera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ele há um aspecto interessante, que me apetece recordar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O historiador belga (dos mais importantes des Annales...), Henri Pirenne, autor de clássicos do medievo, escreveu uma história da Bélgica. Quando estava no terceiro volume, onde se tratava da contemporaneidade disse a Marc Bloch, seu amigo, companheiro de jornada cientifica e seu prócere: "Estou a sentir enormes dificuldades em lidar com este período. Está demasiado próximo de mim."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelet, o recuperado grande historiador da revolução francesa, e não só, dizia, que "para se escrever sobre o presente é preciso fugir dele, esquecê-lo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc Bloch, esse, dizia que o presente é o passado que nos está mais próximo e, escrever sobre ele, deveria merecer-nos uma muito grande prudência e sabedoria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantos escrevem sobre o presente?! e com que leveza o fazem?!... Bué deles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, então, aqueles que escrevem já sobre o futuro?!: um molho deles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é isto que domina a nossa blogooesfera...no meu retorno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/28389141-6713191946347051806?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6713191946347051806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6713191946347051806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6713191946347051806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6713191946347051806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/09/retornar.html' title='Retornar...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SL1nkVIoCpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4UB2HlkKA8Y/s72-c/Mccain+e+vicepresidente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5221365763382115881</id><published>2008-08-23T23:21:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:03:26.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é que precisem de saber, mas vou tirar uma semana sabática...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLa9RDH2JaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dVCZKS3ObXE/s1600-h/uma+abelha+na+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239583317085791650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="137" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLa9RDH2JaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dVCZKS3ObXE/s400/uma+abelha+na+chuva.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLa7gpVEVpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UD5A1NVqgYA/s1600-h/200px-JoyceUlysses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581386016577170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLa7gpVEVpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UD5A1NVqgYA/s400/200px-JoyceUlysses2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLCBNKBAaKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ds5HJFhHB-g/s1600-h/religioes+assassinas+de+%C3%A9lie+barnavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para quê? Para me deliciar com muitos livros, alguma escrita para os meus alunos de património histórico e artístico e...muita praia, mar e bué da peixe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou ali...e volto quando quiser. Topam?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5221365763382115881?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5221365763382115881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5221365763382115881' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5221365763382115881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5221365763382115881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-que-precisem-de-saber-mas-vou-meter.html' title='Não é que precisem de saber, mas vou tirar uma semana sabática...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLa9RDH2JaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dVCZKS3ObXE/s72-c/uma+abelha+na+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-7990489345058576197</id><published>2008-08-23T18:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:18:51.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-maoistas e os J.O. de Pequim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLBZ2eY6JjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q46FHE5tzuA/s1600-h/mao-and-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237785159037232690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLBZ2eY6JjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q46FHE5tzuA/s400/mao-and-friends.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os maoistas portugueses sonhavam com uma China imune ao capitalismo Hoje, vituperam-na porque, aderindo ao capitalismo, mantém o totalitarismo do partido único e o desprezo pelos Direitos do Homem, algo que para eles, maoistas portugueses, na altura não passava de pruridos burgueses.&lt;br /&gt;Já a posição do PCP é também curiosa: detestavam a China porque a China detestava a Rússia. Hoje detestam a Rússia, mas fizeram as pazes com a China, não porque a praxis chinesa entrasse em consonância com as teorias do PCP, mas porque a China assenta numa pujança económica, invejável para quem se proclamava do ideário comunista. Haverá outras razões mais vulgares e circunstanciais, mas esse é o caminho que não quero percorrer.&lt;br /&gt;Os Jogos Olímpicos são uma lição de hipocrisia, onde se batem recordes de ausência de ética, com a real politik com direito a muitas medalhas de ouro. Que querem? A política já é instrumento da economia e não o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Os ex-maoistas preferem hoje a economia à ideologia. Estão consonantes, não com o seu tempo de combate e esperança, mas com o seu tempo de importância social e indisfarçável bem estar económico. Tam´bém se cria barriga na alma.&lt;br /&gt;E quem os pode condenar? Ninguém, a não ser eles próprios quando se miram ao espelho.&lt;br /&gt;O João Carlos Espada perdeu a memória. Dirá que foi na estrada de Damasco. O José Manuel Fernandes sofre de amnésia. Dirá que foi devido ao olhar fulminante de Belmiro.&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos oPacheco Pereira faz o seu exorcismo, intelectual perdido no seu próprio labirinto, tentando descobrir, qual Santo Agostinho, os caminhos do mal do maoismo e do seu caminho, coleccionando livros, revistas, programas e perfis, como borboletas secas no museu da história, elaborando, para tanto, um catálogo exaustivo e demorado das várias e algumas raras espécies de maoismo. Tem tempo e muita inquietação intelectual, se não, diria que esta descida às cavernas do embuste, tinha algo de mórbido.&lt;br /&gt;Regressando aos Jogos Olímpicos: na Grécia representavam a expressão da cidadania, da polis; em Pequim, a expressão total do Estado. Aqueles eram o culto à liberdade; estes, o hino à economia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando um povo não é livre, como é o caso do povo chinês, os seus Jogos Olímpicos não podem ser livres, ainda que aceites e participados por países livres e outros menos livres ou mesmo não livres, em nome de interesses que ultrapassam o princípio universal da Liberdade e o ideal olímpico do desporto, um momento e espaço de paz em tempo de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Rogério Rodrigues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-7990489345058576197?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/7990489345058576197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=7990489345058576197' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7990489345058576197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7990489345058576197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/ex-maoistas-e-os-jo-de-pequim.html' title='Ex-maoistas e os J.O. de Pequim'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLBZ2eY6JjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/q46FHE5tzuA/s72-c/mao-and-friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2164280937189815286</id><published>2008-08-23T18:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:52:26.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres emigrantes</title><content type='html'>Mulheres férteis, como elas caminham pelos caminhos secos!&lt;br /&gt;De pernas robustas e seios amplos, de mãos fortes, transportam pesos antes de anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;Falam que ninguém as entende. São de outro tempo. Mulheres férteis e parideiras, na quietude das montanhas. À noite, suadas, regressam a casa. Sem alegria, mas pedaços de carne aos gritos que o cansaço amortece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revoltas no tempo, continuam férteis, mas já usam óculos de sol, roupas justas e adivinham e provocam o prazer da sedução nas esplanadas. Já são outras, sendo as mesmas. Já carregam sacos plásticos de supermercado, à falta de outros pesos: a merenda para a segada, o cântaro para a água. Só as mãos continuam rudes e ásperas, mesmo quando cobertas de anéis. Anos a lavar escadas e roupa em urbes estranhas e longínquas. Femmes de ménage.&lt;br /&gt;Mas são mulheres férteis, ainda que depiladas e com idas ao cabeleireiro. A terra já lhes  e os áridos caminhos foram substituídos por áridas e negras estradas. Já não se lavam no rio, e já foram à  praia.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres férteis do meu país, corpos espessos e pesados, no meu imaginário de criança.&lt;br /&gt;'Ó virgens que passais ao sol poente/ pelas estradas ermas a cantar.'&lt;br /&gt;António Nobre já não mora aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Desenvoltas, as mulheres do meu país apreciam mais o Tony Carreira e Quim Barreiros e enternecem-se com os filhos a falar o francês dos pobres, aprendido nas periferias de Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor as férteis que as fúteis. E ei-las que partem reconciliadas com o passado porque já o esqueceram.&lt;br /&gt;Rogério Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-2164280937189815286?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2164280937189815286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2164280937189815286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2164280937189815286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2164280937189815286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/mulheres-emigrantes.html' title='Mulheres 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/&gt;incorruptível e belo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, grão a grão que se levanta o vento&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas secas de quando anoitece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, sossega o vento que a noite é longa &lt;br /&gt;e os restos do dia ainda não chegaram à praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, que quer tempo a correr&lt;br /&gt;mais depressa que o vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, amores de passagem&lt;br /&gt;como  se passar não fora ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, a memória parada&lt;br /&gt;como pedra triturada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;mármore de mão translúcida&lt;br /&gt;frescura de afago sem aroma que o vento leva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, criaturas de deus oculto&lt;br /&gt;de som sem eco e secura sem alívio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento, nesta noite em que choramos&lt;br /&gt;com o incêndio que alastra, abrasa&lt;br /&gt;e queima e fulmina, ao vento implora:&lt;br /&gt;pára, por favor pára que quero recolher as cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Castelhano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-3698521422695762204?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3698521422695762204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3698521422695762204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3698521422695762204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3698521422695762204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/suplica-ao-vento.html' title='Suplica ao Vento'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-9082211986984915795</id><published>2008-08-23T15:05:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:14:52.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto...."A Maria Silenciosa".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAMVNngZaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NVTDOY9dnCw/s1600-h/manuela+ferreira+leite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237699925204034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAMVNngZaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NVTDOY9dnCw/s400/manuela+ferreira+leite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roubei este titulo ao jornalista do Expresso, Filipe Santos Costa, que, num trabalho inteligente e criativo, faz um "calembour" notável com a Maria e a maioria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interroga-se o jornalista, e bem, como é que nenhum líder antes dela, Manuela Ferreira Leite, tenha pensado : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Um líder da oposição que não fala."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castro Almeida, ex secretário de estado da educação de MFL, ao tempo em que ela foi ministra de Cavaco Silva para a educação, atribui-lhe, a ela, esta "pomposa, quanto eloquente" frase:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se uma pessoa tem duas orelhas e uma boca é porque deve ouvir o dobro do que fala."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí está a líder do maior partido da oposição, MFL, em linha com os nossos puritanos da blogoesfera que se surpreendem pela "excessiva produção" dos nossos bloguistas e por um excesso de falatório, ruídos e incompetências, violando a regra sagrada do silêncio sabático a praticar no mês "canicular", que é o Agosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendam, pois, com MFL, que é competente, de boas famílias e senhora do seu nariz, com um ética incontornável e que se remete (vá-se lá saber porquê...), segundo membros da sua tribo partidária, a um estrondoso, inconsequente e ineficiente "silêncio".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&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/28389141-9082211986984915795?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/9082211986984915795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=9082211986984915795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/9082211986984915795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/9082211986984915795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/em-agostoa-maria-silenciosa.html' title='Em Agosto....&quot;A Maria Silenciosa&quot;.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAMVNngZaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NVTDOY9dnCw/s72-c/manuela+ferreira+leite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8628041428499434909</id><published>2008-08-23T15:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:04:52.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto...postes mil 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAKja07q9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YxbdGLRvNc8/s1600-h/200px-De_Gaulle-OWI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237697970244922322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAKja07q9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YxbdGLRvNc8/s400/200px-De_Gaulle-OWI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NADA FAZ REALÇAR MAIS A AUTORIDADE DO QUE O SILÊNCIO, ESPLENDOR DOS FORTES E REFÚGIO DOS FRACOS."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles De Gaulle, estadista e militar francês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAKja07q9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YxbdGLRvNc8/s72-c/200px-De_Gaulle-OWI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5949989769026026806</id><published>2008-08-23T15:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:02:05.334+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto...postes mil 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAKAMgtWJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8bfK-JkX_0A/s1600-h/180px-JoshBillings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237697365106579602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAKAMgtWJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8bfK-JkX_0A/s400/180px-JoshBillings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O SILÊNCIO É UM DOS ARGUMENTOS MAIS DIFÍCEIS DE REFUTAR."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Billings, humorista americano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAKAMgtWJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8bfK-JkX_0A/s72-c/180px-JoshBillings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-678614970984332089</id><published>2008-08-23T14:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:16:09.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto...postes mil 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAJHfzn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAds/IUkcmlDdbXc/s1600-h/155px-Fran%25C3%25A7ois_de_La_Rochefoucauld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237696391033650578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAJHfzn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAds/IUkcmlDdbXc/s400/155px-Fran%25C3%25A7ois_de_La_Rochefoucauld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O SILÊNCIO É O PARTIDO MAIS SEGURO DE QUEM CONFIA EM SI MESMO."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;François de La Rochefoucauld, escritor francês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-678614970984332089?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAJHfzn_ZI/AAAAAAAAAds/IUkcmlDdbXc/s72-c/155px-Fran%25C3%25A7ois_de_La_Rochefoucauld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8886646340584461684</id><published>2008-08-23T14:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:56:02.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto...postes mil 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAIbxUdMpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/n0AyEx97rBI/s1600-h/mark+twain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237695639820513938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAIbxUdMpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/n0AyEx97rBI/s400/mark+twain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É MELHOR TER A BOCA FECHADA E DEIXAR OS OUTROS PENSAREM QUE SOMOS TONTOS, DO QUE ABRIR A BOCA E ACABAR COM A DÚVIDA."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Twain, escritor e jornalista americano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8886646340584461684?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8886646340584461684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Francis Bacon, filósofo inglês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-1332639329857085072?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1332639329857085072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1332639329857085072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1332639329857085072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1332639329857085072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/em-agostopostes-mil-2.html' title='Em Agosto...postes mil 2.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAHw7haIfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ndjEeeGDIS8/s72-c/250px-Francis_Bacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-68815002523532796</id><published>2008-08-23T14:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:50:21.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto...postes mil 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAHQ5XRe6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ODybwnH9mqM/s1600-h/150px-Confucius_Tang_Dynasty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694353489623970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAHQ5XRe6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ODybwnH9mqM/s400/150px-Confucius_Tang_Dynasty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" O SILÊNCIO É UM AMIGO VERDADEIRO QUE NUNCA TRAI".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Confúcio, pensador chinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-68815002523532796?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/68815002523532796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=68815002523532796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/68815002523532796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/68815002523532796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/em-agostopostes-mil-1.html' title='Em Agosto...postes mil 1.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SLAHQ5XRe6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ODybwnH9mqM/s72-c/150px-Confucius_Tang_Dynasty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-9097638526133309291</id><published>2008-08-22T22:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:01:16.667+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da superioridade moral...na blogoesfera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK8fQl3BDsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3VnSjQuRUY8/s1600-h/HomemCocoGritar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237439261556412098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK8fQl3BDsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3VnSjQuRUY8/s400/HomemCocoGritar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sendo novato na blogoesfera, sendo mesmo incompetente (ou com poucas competências...), NUNCA me interroguei sobre o por quê das coisas, ou porque é que as "pessoas" escrevem, postam pensamentos, desenhos, música, opiniões, dislates, vitupérios e, aqui e acolá, até insultos e ofensas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Já escrevi sobre o que penso disto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Escrevo, em bom rigor, primeiro em o MAPRIL e, agora, aqui, em o AQUEDUTO LIVRE vai já para quase três anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isto não me dá nenhum tipo de estatuto, nem sequer qualquer tipo de autoridade ou singularidade. Escrevo porque me apetece, porque me dá prazer e, como dizia Lenine, tenho prazer em ver-me publicado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas ele há internautas que se publicam em publicações académicas, em jornais, em revistas e, talvez por isso, a sua "compulsão" para o bloganço tenha outras motivações. Entendo isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Agora tentarem fazer teoria, ideologia, até regras para o espaço libérrimo da blogooesfera...vai um passo de gigante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mim sempre me incomodaram os moralistas, os puritanos...então, esses, abomino-os! E logo que topo um certo auto convencimento misturado com uma espécie de "superioridade moral"...aí fico mesmo em brasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Na blogooesfera, como em tudo na vida, cada um come do que pode e como pode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se deixou de gostar...só me parece haver um caminho: mudar de restaurante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Depois...tiques elitistas! passo-me dos carretos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Porque não se fala disto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque não se enfoca desta maneira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Porque é que a blogoesfera é do povo e não dos ungidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Porque é que os "indigentes" intelectuais também têm blogues e "arrotam" postas, &lt;strong&gt;ou postes&lt;/strong&gt;, de pescada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu, meus caros superiores e moralistas, escrevo porque me apetece, quando me apetece, comento, aqui e acolá (cada vez menos...porque me tenho sentido "não bem vindo!").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A DEMOCRACIA é mesmo o PODER do Povo, de TODOS...e não só de alguns. A blogoesfera coloca-nos nesse território da UTOPIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ele há quem não tenha percebido tal coisa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;É pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu, por mim, nesta questão, estarei SEMPRE ao lado do POVO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-9097638526133309291?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/9097638526133309291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=9097638526133309291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/9097638526133309291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/9097638526133309291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/da-superioridade-moralna-blogoesfera.html' title='Da superioridade moral...na blogoesfera.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK8fQl3BDsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/3VnSjQuRUY8/s72-c/HomemCocoGritar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-4427306179676941625</id><published>2008-08-22T22:07:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:53:42.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade, mentira e truques no desporto olímpico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK8dEQQDxSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ucuCkjXIrIY/s1600-h/He_Kexing_Yiling_Jang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237436850574181666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK8dEQQDxSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ucuCkjXIrIY/s400/He_Kexing_Yiling_Jang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/deportes/COI/investiga/edad/gimnastas/chinas/elppgl/20080822elpepudep_4/Tes"&gt;http://www.elpais.com/articulo/deportes/COI/investiga/edad/gimnastas/chinas/elppgl/20080822elpepudep_4/Tes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo noticia o periódico El pais, o Comité Olímpico Internacional instou a Federação Internacional de Ginástica para averiguar a "verdadeira" idade das ginastas chinesas que se encontram na foto e que foram medalhadas em Beijing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apareceram discrepâncias em público quanto à verdadeira idade das ditas ginastas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As normas olímpicas exigem que as ginastas perfaçam 16 anos durante o ano olímpico. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre esta situação terão sido veiculadas informações sobre as ditas ginastas apontando para uma realidade etária diversa: há quem sustente que terão menos de 14 anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O COI e a Federação Internacional de Ginástica estão a averiguar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até prova cabal e em contrário, as ginastas e a Federação Chinesa de Ginástica presumem-se inocentes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-4427306179676941625?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/4427306179676941625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=4427306179676941625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4427306179676941625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4427306179676941625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/verdade-mentira-e-truques-no-desporto.html' title='Verdade, mentira e truques no desporto olímpico...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK8dEQQDxSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ucuCkjXIrIY/s72-c/He_Kexing_Yiling_Jang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-1183550267483356329</id><published>2008-08-21T19:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:03:50.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelson Evora: da Costa do "Marfim" para o "Ouro" em Beijing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK3K70YJsrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fOkkngZ8CM0/s1600-h/nelson+evora+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237065070722790066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 497px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK3K70YJsrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fOkkngZ8CM0/s400/nelson+evora+3.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja d'ouro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelson Évora será sempre campeão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este atleta é feito daquela massa e nervo com que se fazem os campeões.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NB - Sem querer puxar a costela clubística...o Benfica já leva, esta ano, duas medalhas olímpicas.&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/28389141-1183550267483356329?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1183550267483356329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1183550267483356329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1183550267483356329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1183550267483356329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/nelson-evora-da-costa-do-marfim-para-o.html' title='Nelson Evora: da Costa do &quot;Marfim&quot; para o &quot;Ouro&quot; em Beijing!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK3K70YJsrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fOkkngZ8CM0/s72-c/nelson+evora+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-6278523685978621316</id><published>2008-08-21T13:12:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:09:41.501+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Património histórico e artístico: o saque e o vandalismo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK1OU5KQ1EI/AAAAAAAAAcs/R3STBWAUb1g/s1600-h/lettres+a+mirana+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236928062549972034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK1OU5KQ1EI/AAAAAAAAAcs/R3STBWAUb1g/s400/lettres+a+mirana+2.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236927562052927826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="226" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK1N3wqeAVI/AAAAAAAAAck/psNQwjq6_Ok/s400/180px-Antoine_Quatremere+de+Quincy.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desde as campanhas napoléonicas ao norte da Europa, à Itália, à Mesopotâmia, ao Egipto, passando pelas campanhas hitlerianas na segunda guerra mundial e, recentemente, a invasão do Iraque pela coligação USA/UK que a questão do "direito" de saque sobre o património artístico dos países ocupados e dos povos dominados se coloca na "ordem do dia".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas nunca como durante a revolução francesa e sob o directório esta questão foi tão debatida. Os "revolucionários" argumentava que a República era o "sétimo céu" a excelência dos regimes, e Paris a "nova Atenas" para onde deviam "viajar" todos, ou os que se acha por bem, os exemplares do génio antigo , do renascimento e já algum produzido pelas Luzes (então ao trabalho).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma voz, em França (Schiller também; e Goethe de igual modo), uma única e sonorosa voz se levantou contra essa "gula": Quatremére de Quincy. Este realista, sempre a ponto de ser guilhotinado, em pleno terror, ousou questionar o que políticos, militares e vultos da cultura defendiam então: trazer o que de belo foi feito para o Museu Universal (hoje. Louvre).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A discussão foi deveras sinuosa e complexa. Mas o que a história reteve é que a França (os seus políticos e militares) saquearam os Paises Baixos(sobretudo a Bélgica e trouxeram para Paris quase tudo os que os flamengos produziram), saquearam o Egipto, a Mesopotâmia, a Grécia e a Itália (particularmente, Roma).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quatremére de Quincy, em sete cartas dirigidas ao seu amigo e classicista Miranda, um hispânico de alta erudição sustenta a sua indignação e as suas teses, particularmente no que diz respeito ao saque feito na Itália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na primeira carta cita, profusamente, Polibio, o historiador romano, que zurze nos seus contemporâneos e o fez do modo seguinte, e cito: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Se os romanos, no seu sistema de conquista das nações, só lhes tivessem subtraído o ouro e a prata, eles não seriam criticáveis; porque, para controlar esses povos era preciso retirar-lhes os meus de resistirem. Mas para todas as outras coisas, seria mais glorioso deixar-lhes onde elas estavam, mesmo com o desejo que elas provocavam, e colocar a nossa pátria, não na abundância e na beleza desses quadros e estátuas, mas na severidade dos costumes e na nobreza dos sentimentos. De resto, desejo que os conquistadores futuros aprendam com estas reflexões a não esvaziarem as cidades que eles submeterão e a não utilizarem as calamidades cometidas sobre os outros como ornamento da sua pátria." &lt;/span&gt;Este pedaço de prosa é retirado, ou foi retirado, da História da República Romana, livro IX de Políbio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Este é o programa que Quatremére de Quincy vai desenvolver para fustigar os saqueadores de século XIX, os seus contemporâneos e os seus compatriotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vale a pena ler esta sete cartas, que pode bem ser um Manifesto para a preservação, a defesa e qualificação não só do Património das Nações, mas daquele outro que HOJE é considerado MUNDIAL, pertença da Humanidade. Devemos isso, em meu bom entender, a este enorme francês, realista, reaccionário como se diz ainda, mas com uma visão de progresso e de futuro que poucos, à época defenderam...com risco da própria vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leiam estas cartas`a Miranda escritas (mas sem nunca terem "obtido" resposta: é um mistério bem guardado...), porque ler faz bem à saúde e torna-nos melhores, como pessoas e como cidadãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&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/28389141-6278523685978621316?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6278523685978621316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6278523685978621316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6278523685978621316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6278523685978621316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-patrimnio-histrico-e-artstico-o-saque.html' title='O Património histórico e artístico: o saque e o vandalismo.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SK1OU5KQ1EI/AAAAAAAAAcs/R3STBWAUb1g/s72-c/lettres+a+mirana+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-7151198094974753868</id><published>2008-08-21T03:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:02:43.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste mundo tão cinzento e perturbador...uma BOA noticia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKzK7xfAIRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4mv2Ch8wfF0/s1600-h/Fotografia_yacimiento_submarino_expuesta_exposicion_Tesoros_sumergidos_Egipto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236783594969506066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKzK7xfAIRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4mv2Ch8wfF0/s400/Fotografia_yacimiento_submarino_expuesta_exposicion_Tesoros_sumergidos_Egipto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/museo/subacuatico/mostrara/antiguedades/hundidas/Alejandria/elpepucul/20080820elpepucul_5/Tes"&gt;http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/museo/subacuatico/mostrara/antiguedades/hundidas/Alejandria/elpepucul/20080820elpepucul_5/Tes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O diário de referência El Pais noticia que a Unesco e a Fundação Aga Khan vão patrocinar o inicio dos trabalhos, com especialistas de vários países, para a construção de um Museu subaquático no porto este de Alexandria, a norte do Cairo, de modo a desenharem o projecto financeiro e o projecto técnico - para se poder visitar os objectos, embarcações, estátuas, etc, depositados no fundo do mar - sem necessitarmos de os deslocarmos para a superfície. É um projecto revolucionário que recoloca a discussão sobre a importância de não "arrancar" ao seu habitat as peças históricas que contam a aventura humana: a boa, a positiva e a predadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Neste Agosto nem só de "más" ou inquinadas noticias vivemos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-7151198094974753868?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/7151198094974753868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=7151198094974753868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7151198094974753868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7151198094974753868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/neste-mundo-to-cinzento-e.html' title='Neste mundo tão cinzento e perturbador...uma BOA noticia.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKzK7xfAIRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4mv2Ch8wfF0/s72-c/Fotografia_yacimiento_submarino_expuesta_exposicion_Tesoros_sumergidos_Egipto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-1841714749863196395</id><published>2008-08-19T23:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:04:17.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectivas da Guerra Civil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKs9xg562vI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UJQLLAVyYuk/s1600-h/perspectivas+da+guerra+civil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236346912604084978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKs9xg562vI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UJQLLAVyYuk/s320/perspectivas+da+guerra+civil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKs9hOIx1_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/D30EeIHixKk/s1600-h/180px-Hans_Magnus_Enzensberger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236346632688228338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKs9hOIx1_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/D30EeIHixKk/s320/180px-Hans_Magnus_Enzensberger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ando de volta dum livro interessante quanto perturbador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Já, praticamente, toda a gente escreveu sobre ele: Mário Vargas Llosa, Rui Bebiano, João Barrento....e etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas, ainda assim, arrisco-me a postar o meu comentário de leitura deste livro com um  titulo fortemente ambíguo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hanz Magnus Enzensberger é alemão, é poeta, é velho e escreveu um livro impressivo sobre a devastadora guerra molecular, civil (só porque não é praticada por militares...) que, coincidindo com a implosão do império soviético -adquiriu expressões e libertou energias inauditas, devastadoras, praticadas por perdedores (qualquer tipo que possamos ou queiramos imaginar: apoiantes dum clube de futebol, tribo, grupo, etnia, militantes partidários, grupos com preferências sexuais...)e em qualquer território ou geografia física, cultural, religiosa e humana e sem precisarem de ideologias ou de justificações....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Retiro do livro uma passagem que vale um tratado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Outra tentativa de explicação, a mais deprimente de todas, tem a ver com o crescimento desmedido da população mundial. Já em 1950, Hannah Arendt tinha avançado a ideia de que a a facilidade com que os regimes totalitários haviam conseguido impor a sua lógica assassina estaria relacionada com este rápido crescimento e consequente perda de território e pátria por parte das massas que, em termos de categorias utilitárias, se tornam de facto «supérfluas». É como se o valor atribuído à vida humana, própria e alheia, decaísse à medida que aumenta o número de habitantes da Terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é fácil compreender esta ideia. No entanto, não são necessários dados estatísticos referentes à migração e aos refugiados, para ver como o planeta se tornou pequeno. É algo que está diante dos nossos olhos, todos os dias. A permanente visão dos desempregados, dos sem-abrigo, da decadência das megalópoles, dos navios e campos de refugiados a abarrotar vêm mostrar ao inconsciente que já somos demasiados, e a reacção cega a este facto é psicótica - começamos a matar indiscriminadamente os que nos rodeiam."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Veja-se a "guerra" travada na Geórgia, compagine-se as declarações dos responsáveis russos e georgianos e percebe-se o alcance deste pedaço dum livro que foi escrito em 1993 e, em minha opinião, não perdeu qualquer tipo de consistência de análise e de actualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A ler: imperdível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-1841714749863196395?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1841714749863196395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1841714749863196395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1841714749863196395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1841714749863196395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/perspectivas-da-guerra-civil.html' title='Perspectivas da Guerra Civil.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKs9xg562vI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UJQLLAVyYuk/s72-c/perspectivas+da+guerra+civil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5749624189858713284</id><published>2008-08-18T13:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:51:15.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que seja de Prata: Vanessa Fernandes será sempre campeã!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKlfe8UB-eI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tXjSfjMpJSA/s1600-h/prata_pequim+vanessa+fernandes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235821026985769442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKlfe8UB-eI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tXjSfjMpJSA/s400/prata_pequim+vanessa+fernandes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É desta massa e desta fibra que se fazem campeões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vanessa Fernandes devia, obrigatoriamente, ser "estudada" por todos quantos têm responsabilidades no desporto luso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para quê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para perceberem como se trabalha (veja-se a dupla espantosa que faz com o pai, o "velho" Venceslau Fernandes...): como com ciência e disciplina aplicados ao talento que é Vanessa Fernandes...dá sempre RESULTADOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Antes dela tivemos a Rosa Mota, o Carlos Lopes e o fenómeno Fernando Mamede. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aqui bem perto temos a Espanha que explodiu em termos desportivos...e de resultados. Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque é que o nosso inefável e mefistófilo secretario de estado do desporto não vai estagiar com o seu homólogo, para nos trazer a resposta?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;JA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5749624189858713284?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5749624189858713284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5749624189858713284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5749624189858713284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5749624189858713284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/que-seja-de-prata-vanessa-fernades-ser.html' title='Que seja de Prata: Vanessa Fernandes será sempre campeã!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKlfe8UB-eI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tXjSfjMpJSA/s72-c/prata_pequim+vanessa+fernandes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8053927838076863112</id><published>2008-08-17T23:59:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:41:43.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A cerâmica chinesa: o sistema económico, os direitos dos trabalhadores...o paraíso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKldzDpBLDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pD423ihpE-M/s1600-h/fabrica+ceramica+chines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235819173526973490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKldzDpBLDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pD423ihpE-M/s320/fabrica+ceramica+chines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKigI0Di__I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1lHrz0Be7kM/s1600-h/ceramica+tradicional"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235610640091119602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKigI0Di__I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1lHrz0Be7kM/s320/ceramica+tradicional" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKif-1jcRDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnELw3x1r7Q/s1600-h/exemplar+de+ceramica+chinesa"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235610468694639666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKif-1jcRDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WnELw3x1r7Q/s320/exemplar+de+ceramica+chinesa" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKifimsTg2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xLay-9gE6u8/s1600-h/CeladonRainho_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235609983668945762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKifimsTg2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xLay-9gE6u8/s320/CeladonRainho_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A RTP2, hoje, em horário nobre, passou uma reportagem, a vários títulos, eloquente e interessante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um produtor francês de Armagnac, da Borgonha e de vinhos franceses entrou no mercado chinês faz quase quinze anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Exportava o seu Armagnac e o seus vinhos para o imenso mercado chinês, mas não podia trazer as mais-valias financeiras realizadas para França. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dedicou-se então a comprar, a importar para França, móveis antigos, rusticos, que decoravam e ocupavam pequenas casas de pequeno-burgueses fustigados pela revolução cultural (uns mortos; outros expatriados) - cujas casas foram abandonadas. Umas foram ocupadas por empréstimo. Outras foram mesmo "apossadas" em definitivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estes móveis tradicionais, lacados, decorados com desenhos notáveis, estão a ser "comprados" e retirados das casas modestas, de bairros tradicionais das grandes urbes (a desaparecerem) e restaurados por uma pequena empresa chinesa, cujos 20 marceneiros especializadíssimos não têm mãos a medir: o mercado francês "engole" toda a produção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Outro momento ímpar da reportagem: uma visita do nosso "franciú" a uma empresa de cerâmica tradicional. Começa por nos dizer que a visita é excepcional, porque os modelos que ali se fazem são monopólio dos clientes e não podem ser mostrados na fase de fabrico; as técnicas tradicionais aí utilizadas (a moldagem; o banho no caulino - o que lhe dá aquela brancura singular depois da cozedura; e os desenhos...) são guardados como segredos de estado. Os trabalhadores trabalham das 8,00h da manhã até às 22,00h. Têm duas horas para almoço e duas para jantar. Qualquer das refeições é por conta do patrão. Tem bilhar e televisão para se divertirem. Descansam ao domingo e acumulam, por cada mês de trabalho, dois dias de férias. Dormem em camaratas de vinte trabalhadores (homens e mulheres apartados; não há casais). Ganham o equivalente a 150,00€ por mês. Cada peça de cerâmica vende-se no mercado dos USA e na Europa a quarenta vezes o preço a que ela sai da fábrica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O "patrão" chinês diz que não á ambicioso, mas que sonha com acrescentar NOVOS desenhos e padrões à sua cerâmica. Diz que o mercado é que manda. Neste momento tem 300 trabalhadores e expecta, no final do ano (pressão do mercado exige...) ter cerca de 2 000 concentrados no complexo fabril...que recorda o século XVIII e XIX europeus!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O nosso "franciú" à medida que a câmara nos vai mostrando isto tudo, as condições de trabalho e vida dos trabalhadores - tem um comentário espantoso: "Em França já tivemos estas condições. Agora já não. Os chineses também deixarão de ter estas condições..." Quando? E a China não é comunista? Não são os trabalhadores que estão no poder? Não é a ditadura do proletariado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reportagem imperdível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sugestão: deveria ser passada, também, na "escola de quadros" do PCP e discutida pelos "camaradas" Ruben de Carvalho e Vítor Dias, que, por estes dias, têm louvaminhado os sucessos e o bem fazer dos chineses e da China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8053927838076863112?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8053927838076863112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8053927838076863112' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8053927838076863112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8053927838076863112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/cermica-chinesa-o-sistema-econmico-os.html' title='A cerâmica chinesa: o sistema económico, os direitos dos trabalhadores...o paraíso!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKldzDpBLDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pD423ihpE-M/s72-c/fabrica+ceramica+chines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5041300659314220846</id><published>2008-08-17T22:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:34:31.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafa d'ouro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKiJAmwF1jI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b_vVDSpB7Hk/s1600-h/nadal+de+ouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235585210313463346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="179" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKiJAmwF1jI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b_vVDSpB7Hk/s400/nadal+de+ouro.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Numa final olímpica, quase sem história, o "menino" de Palma de Maiorca, levou o OURO para casa, consagrando-se , de facto e sem sombra de contestação - como o MELHOR do Mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;O chileno Gonzalez, o terramoto, ainda se bateu, bravamente, no segundo set. Mas, no &lt;strong&gt;"tie break"&lt;/strong&gt;, não teve argumentos para um super-confiante Rafael Nadal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;O terceiro set foi quase um "passeio" para o espanhol. Em três set's e o OURO estava no colo de Rafael Nadal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Os heróis e os campeões fazem-se desta "massa", de muito trabalho,  bastante sacrifício e de talento natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5041300659314220846?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5041300659314220846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5041300659314220846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5041300659314220846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5041300659314220846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/rafa-douro.html' title='Rafa d&apos;ouro!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKiJAmwF1jI/AAAAAAAAAa0/b_vVDSpB7Hk/s72-c/nadal+de+ouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-462339687503162576</id><published>2008-08-17T16:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:09:27.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Portugal, em Beijing, já cá cantam oito medalhas de ouro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg5DLfZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAak/qHvgalcyqwI/s1600-h/phelps+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235497293605105682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg5DLfZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAak/qHvgalcyqwI/s400/phelps+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235496848913321906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg4pS4nz7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/sFaQt7-FDYI/s400/130px-Phelpsbeijing.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;Portugal anda cabisbaixo, sorumbático, derreado, exausto. Porquê? Ora, pois, bem, talvez, pode ser...pelos resultados dos nossos atletas olímpicos: um desastre e, ainda por cima, com explicações esfarrapadas, inatendíveis, obscenas mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas, desenganem-se, meus bons leitores. Estamos a viver uma espécie de erro de paralaxe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pelas minhas contas, contando só com as medalhas obtidas pelo "portuguesissimo" Michael Phelps - já cá cantam oito e de "gold". Não acreditam? Então eu conto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As razões, dizem os entendidos, para as performances desta "aberração" da natureza são duas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uma, menor, as características da piscina que os chineses inventaram; a segunda, a decisiva, a mais importante, o fato, os famosissimos LZR da Speedo, patenteados em Portugal e feitos, por medida, na fábrica de Paços de Ferreira, a PETRATEX! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este feito resulta duma parceria da Speedo, NASA e o Instituto Australiano do Desporto. Estes fatos não têm costuras e procuram ganhos biomecânicos significativos ao desempenho dos nadadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Julgavam que eram mangação?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desenganem-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por via dos LZR da Speedo, fabricados na capital do móvel, Portugal, por industria intreposta - já cá cantam oito medalhas de ouro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-462339687503162576?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/462339687503162576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=462339687503162576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/462339687503162576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/462339687503162576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-portugal-em-beijing-j-c-cantam.html' title='Para Portugal, em Beijing, já cá cantam oito medalhas de ouro!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg5DLfZ8BI/AAAAAAAAAak/qHvgalcyqwI/s72-c/phelps+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-6974166362237403322</id><published>2008-08-17T16:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:40:29.318+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"A bomba chinesa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg19atVAKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pSvMC_Khl_k/s1600-h/foto+chineses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493896075935906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg19atVAKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pSvMC_Khl_k/s400/foto+chineses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg1RilmUtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/84dxVShlD-Q/s1600-h/multid%C3%B5es+china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235493142276756178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKg1RilmUtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/84dxVShlD-Q/s400/multid%C3%B5es+china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Em tudo quanto é jornal, revista, blog, televisão, rádio, agência noticiosa, a cavalo nos Jogos Olímpicos de Beijing, tal qual enxurrada, os números publicados sobre a China são esmagadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Neste momento, os atletas chineses somam mais medalhas de ouro que os seus seguidores dos USA; o império do sol nascente tem o maior número de internautas: 253 milhões; em 2009 a China vai ultrapassar a liderança centenária dos USA na produção de bens manufacturados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estes números e outros correlatos poderiam insinuar que a China se encontra numa via imparável e incontestada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nada mais enganador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Precisamos de olhar para o que, em principio, é a força estratégica deste império: a demografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cerca de 100 milhões de chineses tem , hoje, mais de 6o anos; em 2050 terá cerca de 335 milhões. Destes, 100 milhões terão mais de 80 anos. A maioria esmagadora dos chineses, se não a sua totalidade...não tem segurança social. Estamos a falar de centenas de milhões de pessoas: a demografia é, e será, a bomba ao retardador e invisível na China!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS - A foto de nus é da autoria do célebre fotógrafo Spencer Tunick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-6974166362237403322?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6974166362237403322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6974166362237403322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6974166362237403322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6974166362237403322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/bomba-chinesa.html' title='&quot;A bomba chinesa&quot;'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcK0rIGpII/AAAAAAAAAZs/oEBgoBihdlc/s400/alfa+romeo+spider+giulietta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcKuaU7njI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1G-cLRuvLT8/s1600-h/1954_maserati_a6gcs_coupe_auto_shows_submodel_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235164884298866226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcKuaU7njI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1G-cLRuvLT8/s400/1954_maserati_a6gcs_coupe_auto_shows_submodel_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcKoC5g9mI/AAAAAAAAAZc/btUm8veVCS4/s1600-h/Ferrari-Testarossa-Yellow-Side-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235164774930642530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcKoC5g9mI/AAAAAAAAAZc/btUm8veVCS4/s400/Ferrari-Testarossa-Yellow-Side-st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcKeCqV0FI/AAAAAAAAAZU/qwhB7Lp58jU/s1600-h/andrea+pininfarina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235164603068305490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcKeCqV0FI/AAAAAAAAAZU/qwhB7Lp58jU/s400/andrea+pininfarina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na morte do neto do fundador da marca italiana "PININFARINA", Andrea Pininfarina, o embaixador José Cutileiro num rasgo, que lhe é habitual recorda o poeta inglês Jonhn Keats, para legendar a obra desta dinastia italiana, já na terceira geração de criadores excepcionais: "Uma coisa bela dá alegria para sempre".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 1930, o avô de Andrea, Battista Farina, mas de alcunha "Pinin" decide, além do mais, assimilar o alcunha ao nome de família e os seus descendentes serão os PININFARINA's. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Itália, com uma classe politica pouco fiável, com umas forças armadas inconsequentes, mal armadas e pior dirigidas, tem encontrado nas suas "MARCAS", made in Italy o anverso daquelas realidades. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O rol de marcas mundiais (Fiat, Ferrari, Maserati, Alfa Romeo, Benneton, Gucci, etc., etc., etc.), roupas, calçado, vinhos, azeite, pastas, vinagres, designer, arquitectura, hoje menos, mas ainda assim, literatura, música, cinema, teatro (Picolo Teatro da Milano, por exemplo) colocam a Itália no topo do mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O infausto acidente que vitimou Andrea Pininfarina, no passado dia 7 de Agosto, pelas oito horas da manhã, nos arredores de Turim trouxe para a ribalta noticiosa esta realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que fique, como legenda e epifania, os versos de John Keats para o último grande representante da dinastia italiana dos Pininfarina: "A thing of beauty is a joy forever".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-3528516601244209947?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3528516601244209947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3528516601244209947' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3528516601244209947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3528516601244209947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-of-beauty-is-joy-forever.html' title='&quot;A thing of beauty is a joy forever&quot;'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKcPl4KKkII/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_0W3-DrBHcU/s72-c/logoPininfarina.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5445449377465468520</id><published>2008-08-16T14:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:14:26.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama e Hilary de acordo: em Denver, os delegados de Clinton poderão votar na senadora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKbPNTitfRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Zcnjtvf0pQ0/s1600-h/Hillary_Clinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235099444355890450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKbPNTitfRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Zcnjtvf0pQ0/s400/Hillary_Clinton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Denver, na Convenção dos Democratas o senador Barak Obama esteve de acordo com Hilary Clinton para que o nome da senadora de Nova York figurasse nos boletins de voto. Assim, segundo o diário espanhol El Pais, estará garantida a unidade dos democratas para enfrentar o senador republicano Mc Cain em Novembro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/internacional/Clinton/tendra/papel/estelar/junto/Obama/Convencion/Democrata/elpepuint/20080816elpepiint_8/Tes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.elpais.com/articulo/internacional/Clinton/tendra/papel/estelar/junto/Obama/Convencion/Democrata/elpepuint/20080816elpepiint_8/Tes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As possibilidades dos democratas aumentam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Entretanto TODOS, ou quase todos, os analistas americanos sustentam que a campanha de Barak Obama na Internet está a somar pontos contra a do senador Mc Cain. Este utiliza a net de modo passivo: publica a sua agenda diária de campanha e responde aos sites e blogs do adversário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquele, o senador democrata, usa a net de modo pro activo, com sites e blogs atractivos, recrutando voluntários e apoiantes, recolhendo contribuições financeiras,nomeadamente, por esta via. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que pode querer, também, dizer: votantes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Há já quem pretenda comparar o "modus operandi" de um e outro senador - com o confronto televisivo ente Kennedy e Nixon - que, como sabemos, foi favorável ao democrata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Novembro logo se verá. Neste interime fica a subjectividade das análises e considerações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&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/28389141-5445449377465468520?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5445449377465468520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5445449377465468520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5445449377465468520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5445449377465468520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/obama-e-hilary-de-acordo-em-denver-os.html' title='Obama e Hilary de acordo: em Denver, os delegados de Clinton poderão votar na senadora.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKbPNTitfRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Zcnjtvf0pQ0/s72-c/Hillary_Clinton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3055618700218736449</id><published>2008-08-15T18:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:51:48.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafael Nadal: o tenista do povo e o melhor do mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWxZ6JNBGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UFUZsnw_k40/s1600-h/rafael+nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234785200550773858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 478px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWxZ6JNBGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UFUZsnw_k40/s400/rafael+nadal.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje,nas meias-finais de Ténis, singulares, homens, em Beijing, Rafa Nadal, o meu tenista de eleição e admiração, derrotou, valentemente, o sérvio Djokovic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este feito valeu-lhe uma presença na final, que se disputa no próximo domingo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai defrontar o chileno González que derrotou o americano James Blake, carrasco de Federer nos 1/4 de final, num encontro épico que durou mais de três horas e que terminou com o resultado de 11-9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O jogo de Nadal, sem impressionar, jogado em condições climatéricas rudes (24 Cº e 80% de humidade) desgastado fisicamente (tinha jogado até à 1,00h de hoje os 1/4 de final) foi suficiente para bater o sérvio por 6-4,1-6 e 6-4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, toda a sorte do mundo para o melhor tenista mundial do momento e com o ténis mais consistente e vibrante dos últimos anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-3055618700218736449?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3055618700218736449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3055618700218736449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3055618700218736449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3055618700218736449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/rafael-nadal-o-tenista-do-povo-e-o.html' title='Rafael Nadal: o tenista do povo e o melhor do mundo!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWxZ6JNBGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UFUZsnw_k40/s72-c/rafael+nadal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-6453795524646185422</id><published>2008-08-15T16:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:53:43.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da teoria da "relatividade" das coisas, das culturas, das tradições, dos sistemas, das civilizações.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWQMbbW5_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/2BFiakOthuE/s1600-h/foice+e+martelo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234748685083404274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWQMbbW5_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/2BFiakOthuE/s400/foice+e+martelo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente-se, nos últimos dias , perante o "massacre" televisivo em torno das várias provas, eventos, noticias, incidentes dos e nos XIX Jogos Olímpicos, em Beijing um "afrouxar" nas criticas ao sistema, ao governo e à organização política praticada sob o controlo do Partido Comunista na China.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto deve ser levado a crédito dos organizadores do evento, que, com mérito, têm conseguido amaciar a opinião pública e ainda a publicada (veja-se o que ocorre na nossa blogoesfera), tanto em Portugal como no mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele há mesmo postes que pretendem "relativizar" as coisas. Citam-se iniciativas de cidadãos chineses "não controladas" pelos comunistas no poder; associações de artesãos, reunidos em cooperativas; declarações de artistas que "fogem", "desviam" das normas marxistas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele há mesmo quem, citando artigos de terceiros nos forneça informações sobre a economia chinesa e o seu comportamento "relativo" à dos USA. Ele há mesmo quem invoque o direito à diferença! Outros falam-nos da cultura multisecular dos chineses e blá, blá, blá, blá!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é Agosto e o Verão nos convoca à preguiça, não vou nomear ninguém, nem nenhum blog, por que não me apetece entrar em polémica...só por isso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas deixo-vos aqui um link, artesanal, porque ainda não aprendi a encriptar, que diz, preto no branco, em qualquer civilização, em qualquer país, em qualquer sistema político se deve praticar os direitos humanos e que são UNIVERSAIS, não podendo ser condicionados por nenhuns outros valores/direitos: culturais, tradicionais, religiosos, ideológicos e/ou mesmo civilizacionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gddc.pt/direitos-humanos/textos-internacionais-dh/tidhuniversais/cidh-dudh.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.gddc.pt/direitos-humanos/textos-internacionais-dh/tidhuniversais/cidh-dudh.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leiam, ou releiam, esta Carta Universal dos Direitos Humanos, aprovada à saída da segunda guerra mundial pela Assembleia Geral das Nações Unidas e perceber-se-á o meu ponto de vista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando se trata destes direitos, dos HUMANOS, não há lugar para a RELATIVIZAÇÃO! Não se pode MATAR em nome do ESTADO; não se pode prender sem culpa formada e sem a possibilidade de defesa; não se pode ser preso por delito de opinião; não se pode impedir o exercício do direito de associação; a Liberdade e as Liberdades devem estar inscritas em qualquer Constituição e de qualquer país: politica, religiosa, cultural, sindical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O direito à revolta e à manifestação são, estes também, UNIVERSAIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde é que os "relativistas" encontram justificação para os comunistas chineses violarem. constantemente, estes direitos fundamentais e humanos? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em lado nenhum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-6453795524646185422?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6453795524646185422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6453795524646185422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6453795524646185422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6453795524646185422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/da-teoria-da-relatividade-das-coisas.html' title='Da teoria da &quot;relatividade&quot; das coisas, das culturas, das tradições, dos sistemas, das civilizações.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWQMbbW5_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/2BFiakOthuE/s72-c/foice+e+martelo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-1347953691219153957</id><published>2008-08-14T16:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:13:12.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>É Agosto. Os russos invadiram a Georgia. Beijing está a perder protagonismo noticioso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Nações Unidas realizaram, faz tempos, um enorme inquérito à escala internacional em torno duma só questão: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pode,se faz favor, dar-me a sua opinião sincera sobre as medidas a adoptar de modo a pôr fim à penúria de alimentos no resto do mundo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O inquérito saldou-se por um rotundo fracasso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em África ignorava-se a palavra "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;alimento&lt;/span&gt;"; na Índia não se conhece o sentido da palavra "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sincera&lt;/span&gt;"; na Europa não se percebe o sentido da palavra "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;penúria&lt;/span&gt;"; na China ignora-se o sentido da palavra "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;opinião&lt;/span&gt;"; no Médio-Oriente não se percebe o alcance da palavra "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;solução&lt;/span&gt;";na América do Sul não se utiliza, nem se percebe o sentido das palavras "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;se faz favor&lt;/span&gt;"; nos Estados Unidos ninguém sabe o que significa "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;resto do mundo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQ9qrIDOLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/g57ke_TVDtU/s1600-h/pierre+assouline.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto é uma anedota e porque é Verão, e é Agosto, e estamos de férias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como diz Pierre Assouline, que colocou esta "blague" no seu blog: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"N’empêche : la blague est censée illustrer, à l’ère de la communication immédiate, permanente et transfrontalière, la difficulté à se parler entre des gens aux moeurs locales et aux mentalités séculaires profondément enracinées. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De anedota em anedota até á verdade final!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Pierre Assouline/ n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;ascido em Casablanca/Marrocos/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Jornalista "Le Monde"/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Critico literário&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234376470251649202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQ9qrIDOLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/g57ke_TVDtU/s400/pierre+assouline.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-1347953691219153957?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1347953691219153957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1347953691219153957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1347953691219153957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1347953691219153957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/porque-agosto-e-os-russos-invadiram.html' title='É Agosto. Os russos invadiram a Georgia. Beijing está a perder protagonismo noticioso!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQ9qrIDOLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/g57ke_TVDtU/s72-c/pierre+assouline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2748197360357082482</id><published>2008-08-14T13:10:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:46:04.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Pó dos Impérios".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTZ9_Q5SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/atUtR3uHY9g/s1600-h/napoleao+bonaparte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234330003768927522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTZ9_Q5SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/atUtR3uHY9g/s400/napoleao+bonaparte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTLApl4DI/AAAAAAAAAYI/APsZA-QnoxE/s1600-h/Mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234329746785296434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTLApl4DI/AAAAAAAAAYI/APsZA-QnoxE/s400/Mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTDGDwByI/AAAAAAAAAYA/WJ1IdT0l3Jc/s1600-h/hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234329610798237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTDGDwByI/AAAAAAAAAYA/WJ1IdT0l3Jc/s400/hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQS6N9HfJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CnoYBr9SUcw/s1600-h/200px-Stalin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234329458299075730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQS6N9HfJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CnoYBr9SUcw/s400/200px-Stalin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os impérios afirmam-se, emergem, constituem-se, atingem o clímax quando combinam poderio económico, liderança tecnológica e supremacia militar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aconteceu assim com Roma, com Portugal e Espanha, com a Holanda e, num período largo, com a Inglaterra - desde os finais do século XVI até aos meados do século XX. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;O império de Napoleão Bonaparte é outra coisa, singular, quase um epifenómeno, mas, ainda assim, Império!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Depois da segunda guerra mundial, os USA lideraram, a par com a URSS, num equilíbrio de terror nuclear, com uma coexistência "pacifica", com geografias de influência bem definidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Depois de 1986, com a implosão, a ocidente, do império eslavo - temos uma única potência imperial: os USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje, o que está a acontecer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Temos os BRIC (Brasil, Rússia, Índia e China), aos quais se pode, na África austral, acrescentar a África do Sul, designadas por potências emergentes, a firmarem-se economicamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Veja-se o poderio produtivo, comercial e de mercado da China. A operação marqueteira em que se transformaram os XIX Jogos Olímpicos de Beijing aí estão para  demonstrar a vontade férrea dos dirigentes chineses em mostrarem ao mundo o seu PODER ECONÓMICO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os USA enredaram-se em guerras ineficientes (Iraque e Afeganistão...), descobriram a guarda na América Latina, estão a perder, claramente, no extremo oriente e, actualmente, estão a ser desafiados no Cáucaso pela potência emergente, a Rússia, a única  que pode "disputar" a liderança militar ao velho Leão estadounidense, ferido, a perder na economia, no sistema financeiro mundial e na liderança política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os dados ainda não estão todos lançados, mas que se sente, nos USA, o fim de festa, o encerrar do "império" - lá isso sente-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quem virá disputar, seriamente, a liderança? Quem será a próxima potência imperial? Ou serão mais que uma, partilhando, ao modo do século XV/XVI, o mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sente-se, hoje com muita força, como o afirmou Charles de Gaulle, quando a França estava a apanhar pancada na Indochina, na Argélia e na África ocidental, ali pela década de 60 do século XX, " O PÓ DOS IMPÉRIOS"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Isto é bom para o mundo? Não faço nem um pouco de ideia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Contudo, o que sei é que a HISTÓRIA, tal rio caudaloso, corre sempre de montante para jusante, da nascente para a foz e, de modo geral, desagua no MAR imenso do nosso futuro, que, ao modo dos poetas, desejo que seja futurável para a humana Humanidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-2748197360357082482?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2748197360357082482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2748197360357082482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2748197360357082482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2748197360357082482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-p-dos-imprios.html' title='&quot;O Pó dos Impérios&quot;.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKQTZ9_Q5SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/atUtR3uHY9g/s72-c/napoleao+bonaparte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3719381304246918749</id><published>2008-08-13T19:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:26:53.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dalai Lama, lider do povo tibetano denuncia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em encontro com senadores franceses o líder espiritual do Tibete, ocupado militarmente pelos marxistas chineses, denunciou em Paris que o regime controlado pelos comunistas de Beijing não estão a respeitar, como se tinham comprometido, a trégua olímpica. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja AQUI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/internacional/Dalai/Lama/acusa/China/respetar/tregua/olimpica/elpepuint/20080813elpepuint_8/Tes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.elpais.com/articulo/internacional/Dalai/Lama/acusa/China/respetar/tregua/olimpica/elpepuint/20080813elpepuint_8/Tes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; E ele há quem sustente que se trava uma campanha anti-chinesa, de contornos "xenófobos"!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As autoridades chinesas encarregam-se, TODOS os dias de "os" ajudar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-3719381304246918749?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3719381304246918749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3719381304246918749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3719381304246918749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3719381304246918749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-dalai-lama-lider-do-povo-tibetano.html' title='O Dalai Lama, lider do povo tibetano denuncia...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3795534059809180051</id><published>2008-08-13T16:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:23:18.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os chineses não há limites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Frente Nacional de Jean Marie le Pen, em França, entrou em colapso politico, moral e, sobretudo financeiro. Veja aqui &lt;a href="http://www.liberation.fr/actualite/politiques/344800.FR.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.liberation.fr/actualite/politiques/344800.FR.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; o negócio que uma Universidade de Shagain efectuou (assinou já um contrato de promessa compra e venda...) com o FN para adquirirem a Sede desta formação política de extrema direita, situada em St. Cloud, perto de Paris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os chineses sempre foram bons negociantes. Agora, quase senhores do mundo...as perfomances estão a melhorar e, num mundo globalizado, já nem fronteiras ideológicas os travam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que viva Marx, que viva Lenine, que viva Mao Zé Dong e, neste caso, que não morra Jean Marie Le Pen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-3795534059809180051?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3795534059809180051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3795534059809180051' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3795534059809180051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3795534059809180051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-os-chineses-no-h-limites.html' title='Para os chineses não há limites!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-4670317990007540131</id><published>2008-08-13T15:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:23:57.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que faria a Fenprof?</title><content type='html'>Le Monde publica uma reportagem do julgamento dum professor que foi condenado a pagar 500,00€ a um aluno que tinha brutalizado. Houve quem considerasse a sentença benévola. &lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/societe/article/2008/08/13/500-euros-d-amendes-pour-le-professeur-qui-avait-gifle-un-eleve_1083336_3224.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.lemonde.fr/societe/article/2008/08/13/500-euros-d-amendes-pour-le-professeur-qui-avait-gifle-un-eleve_1083336_3224.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Se tivesse ocorrido em Portugal, tal incidente e tal desfecho, o que diria a inenarrável FENPROF, sempre na defesa da escola Pública e da tribo dos professores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-4670317990007540131?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/4670317990007540131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=4670317990007540131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4670317990007540131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4670317990007540131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/que-faria-fenprof.html' title='Que faria a Fenprof?'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5871939266043949378</id><published>2008-08-13T14:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:24:44.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeiro...como quase sempre.</title><content type='html'>Pode encontrar aqui um texto de João Tunes a pretexto da possibilidade de obtermos, os nossos atletas, algumas medalhas:&lt;a href="http://agualisa6.blogs.sapo.pt/1259217.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://agualisa6.blogs.sapo.pt/1259217.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nos Jogos Olímpicos de Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é interessante notar ainda neste poste (não sei se foi inadvertidamente que o fez...): a invocação de Alá! (oxalá: assim Alá o queira!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta miscigenação...neste tão pequenino rectângulo...é no que dá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zé Albergaria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5871939266043949378?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5871939266043949378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5871939266043949378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5871939266043949378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5871939266043949378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/certeirocomo-quase-sempre.html' title='Certeiro...como quase sempre.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8359735319032637101</id><published>2008-08-12T13:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:05:42.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal, até na cerimónia de abertura de Beijing 2008...havia truques!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKF8GAglZzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/I4Nb_yhRh_k/s1600-h/globo+beijing+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233600684638955314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKF8GAglZzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/I4Nb_yhRh_k/s400/globo+beijing+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O matutino Le Monde vem esclarecer que, afinal, a cerimónia de abertura dos XIX Jogos Olimpicos da Era Moderna em Beijing 2008, tiveram truques e ilusões...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reproduz-se, integralmente e em francês o artigo do jornal Le Monde, assaz elucidativo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"La cérémonie d'ouverture comportait des images truquées&lt;br /&gt;LEMONDE 12.08.08 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impressionnante, la cérémonie d'ouverture des Jeux olympiques de Pékin l'était de l'avis de tous. Le grand secret qui entourait les préparations et les répétitions n'étant plus de mise, certains détails sur ce spectacle largement suivi vendredi commençaient à sortir, mardi 12 août, confirmant que le comité d'organisation chinois n'avait rien laissé au hasard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est d'abord le directeur musical du spectacle qui a reconnu que la fillette chinoise qui a chanté lors de la cérémonie l'avait fait en playback, la vraie interprète ayant été remplacée pour des raisons esthétiques. C'est ensuite les organisateurs qui ont concédé mardi que le programme télévisé de la cérémonie d'ouverture comportait des images truquées et prémontées de feux d'artifice. Notamment celles de la spectaculaire scène d'introduction, dans laquelle des empreintes géantes de pieds s'inscrivaient dans le ciel, traversant Pékin vers le stade olympique. Les empreintes tracées par les fusées étaient censées être filmées en direct depuis un hélicoptère, mais "il se peut que des images de pieds précédemment tournées aient été utilisées en raison de la mauvaise visibilité", a précisé Wang Wei, le vice-président du Comité d'organisation des Jeux. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selon le journal Beijing Times, les images ont été montées de façon artificielle grâce àu coûteux travail d'une société informatique spécialisée. Cette entreprise, Crystal fireworks, serait parvenue à simuler les mouvements de l'hélicoptère et à créer un faux flou censé être causé par le brouillard. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;E esta, hen?! Cá temos a escola das aldeias Potemkine na actualidade de Beijing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-8359735319032637101?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8359735319032637101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8359735319032637101' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8359735319032637101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8359735319032637101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/afinal-at-na-cerimnia-de-abertura-de.html' title='Afinal, até na cerimónia de abertura de Beijing 2008...havia truques!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKF8GAglZzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/I4Nb_yhRh_k/s72-c/globo+beijing+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3803236755867869406</id><published>2008-08-12T13:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:16:01.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa Fernandes: uma campeã!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKFvdsEl6yI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Si99KiAOaVg/s1600-h/vanessa+fernandes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233586797818538786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKFvdsEl6yI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Si99KiAOaVg/s400/vanessa+fernandes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, pela manhã, no Radio Clube Português gostei, gostei mesmo muito, de ouvir a atleta (como dizia o  locutor: a triatleta!)Vanessa Fernandes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O jornalista perguntava-lhe "o que ela desejava para a prova olimpica". Vanessa respondia-lhe: " Já vou pensando na prova. O stress ainda não chegou, mas já penso na prova. O que posso prometer? A única coisa que sei que vou fazer é:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sair a matar e chegar ao final a morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a promessa duma campeã. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns e, também, muita sorte, Vanessa Fernandes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-3803236755867869406?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3803236755867869406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3803236755867869406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3803236755867869406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3803236755867869406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/vanessa-fernandes-uma-campe.html' title='Vanessa Fernandes: uma campeã!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKFvdsEl6yI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Si99KiAOaVg/s72-c/vanessa+fernandes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-1280983345155864170</id><published>2008-08-11T19:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:38:33.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As aldeias Potemkine e o embuste de Beijing 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKCHGP35qJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VmeWV1TepoQ/s1600-h/JogosOlimpicos200804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233331308414478482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKCHGP35qJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VmeWV1TepoQ/s400/JogosOlimpicos200804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKB6WY9ETnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5FFiWyGalkg/s1600-h/ZhangYimou-Hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233317292078812786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKB6WY9ETnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5FFiWyGalkg/s400/ZhangYimou-Hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKB6GpJGxVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/e2Fds74oYlw/s1600-h/_Leni_Riefenstahl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233317021546366290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKB6GpJGxVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/e2Fds74oYlw/s400/_Leni_Riefenstahl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os embustes, as encenações, as grandes e as pequenas, atravessam a História e a história dos povos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro o Grande e Catarina I mudaram a face da Rússia. Construíram, entre outras coisas a que viria a ser Petrogrado. Fizeram-no como tão bem denunciaram os socialistas revolucionários russos dos promórdios do século XX - com suor e muito sangue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A herdeira deste trono, a notável Catarina II, a czarina, calhou-lhe em sorte um marido louco. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teve pois que reconhecer como seu "homem" de confiança o arguto e inteligente primeiro-ministro Potemkine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este astuto homem de estado, para dar à czarina a ideia duma Rússia moderna, com uma agricultura avançada, preparava as viagens de comboio para Catarina II, decorando de véspera, as "frentes" dos campos junto á ferrovia com cenários de madeira e cor...Ficaram então, estas aldeias, a serem conhecidas como as aldeias Potemkine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leni Rienfenstahl ao tempo de Hitler criou, com a genialidade e o bem fazer que hoje se lhe reconhece, um Povo, um Partido, uma Nação que não existiam, mas que as suas imagens transfiguraram!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O realizador chinês Zhang Yimou não fez tanto quanto Rienfenstahl com a sua "cenografia" e as imagens que produziu para a Abertura de Beijing 2008, mas fez parecido: "escondeu" a verdadeira China contemporânea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me espanta (ainda me surpreendo...), em Portugal, é as "perplexidades" hipócritas e puritanas do PCP e de alguns intelectuais orgânicos desse partido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz tempos, de modo militante, consistente e severo, na teoria e na praxis, zurziam os marxistas portugueses do PCP, em dois desvios "letais" (afirmavam aqueles) para o Movimento Comunista Internacional: o "euro comunismo" de Berlinguer, de Carilho e de Marchais e o cisma chinês, não só o de Mao Ze Dong e do Grupo dos Quatro, ruralista, anti ocidente e anti tradições milenares, mas também contra os seus sucessores liderados por Deng. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu saiba, aparentemente, NADA mudou na ideologia do PCP e, menos ainda, na dos comunistas chineses: continuam na via de Deng, aprofundando-a!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então porque, pessoas cultas, eruditas, bem informadas, fazem "tábua rasa" do que escreveram, pensaram e sustentaram durante decénios contra os "divisionistas", os "revisionistas" chineses ao tempo de Kruchov, Brejenev, Andropov e, mesmo ainda, nos primórdios de Gorbachov? Que lutas tremendas se travaram na América latina, na África e um pouco na Europa - entre pró-soviéticos e pró-chineses?! Foram feitas por nada? Contra nada? Foram travadas há muito tempo? Não:há menos de 30 anos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma coisa é a estética, a beleza dum acto, que vale de per si...mas para os cultores da beleza. Agora, para quem sempre defendeu a utilidade social da Arte...é de espantar que se fiquem por aí - perante a abertura dos Jogos de Beijing 2008!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então os XIX Jogos Olímpicos da Era Moderna, a beleza do Acto Inaugural, a qualidade ímpar dos estádios, dos pavilhões, das pistas. do merchandizing, da organização, podem esconder o quotidiano da China e dos chineses? Podem esconder o social?!...Podem esconder o real? O marxista, claramente, dirá que NÃO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, num passe de magia (ao modo das aldeias Potemkine) a China tornou-se numa sociedade moderna, progressiva, plural, democrata, livre, tolerante,como a mais prestigiada das democracias mundiais? E a pena de morte - decretada pelo mais tonto dos burocratas do PCC? E a prisão dum anónimo cidadão? E o trabalho "escravo"? E a poluição criminosa das indústrias? E o dumping social, com os ridiculos preços do trabalho assalariado? E o horário de trabalho? E as liberdades fundamentais? E os direitos humanos? E a feroz luta contra os internautas?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embuste, fábula, encenação, crime, igonominia, hipocrisia...é o mínimo que se pode dizer sobre o que se vai lendo e ouvindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em abono da verdade deve dizer-se o que é. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a implosão da URSS e do seu império, o que ficou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na América latina quedou-se Cuba e, agora, umas experiências pouco ortodoxas (Venezuela, Bolívia, Nicarágua, Chile, Argentina e Brasil...) que provocam desconfianças ao PCP. Na África?!...sobra pouca coisa. Ele há, recentemente, uma aproximação ao MPLA e a Angola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois, então o que sobra? O extremo-oriente, liderado pela gigantesca China! Reparem que é nesta zona que se sente ainda a presença de Marx, Lenine, Estaline e etc: Laos, Cambodja, Coreia do Norte, Vietname e China!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pragmático, como sempre o foi, o PCP esquece "pequenas" querelas - para se "lançar" nos braços do partido irmão: o Partido Comunista da China! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem mais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto vale TUDO!Isto vale bem um MISSA! Até duas, camaradas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;PS - As fotografias: 1/ Leni Rienfensthal; 2/Zhang Yimou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-1280983345155864170?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1280983345155864170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1280983345155864170' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1280983345155864170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1280983345155864170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-aldeias-pontemkine-e-o-embuste-de.html' title='As aldeias Potemkine e o embuste de Beijing 2008'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKCHGP35qJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VmeWV1TepoQ/s72-c/JogosOlimpicos200804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-217725073272799352</id><published>2008-08-09T17:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:11:46.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Troco Istambul por Beijing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJ7YfAPK-2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/IFMEc_YBSmw/s1600-h/-Mustafa+Kemal+Ataturk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232857844202273634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJ7YfAPK-2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/IFMEc_YBSmw/s400/-Mustafa+Kemal+Ataturk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJ7YVaysgmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6GuljreiZrI/s1600-h/mesquita+azul.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232857679531901538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJ7YVaysgmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6GuljreiZrI/s400/mesquita+azul.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJ28Dpx-4gI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ktcwXB_pWR0/s1600-h/125px-Flag_of_Turkey_svg.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;O El País de hoje publica um interressantíssimo artigo sobre a Turquia de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;"NEDIM GÜRSEL&lt;br /&gt;Estambul, 'mon amour'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Estambul &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;será capital cultural de Europa en 2010&lt;/span&gt;, lo cual podría parecer paradójico para la capital de los sultanes otomanos, pero también para la ciudad de Pierre Loti, el cantor de Estambul, que proyectó sus propios fantasmas sobre una Turquía que él deseaba oriental. Estambul hizo soñar tanto a los europeos a finales del siglo XIX, como la Puerta de Oriente o la Sublime Puerta -nombres que se le daban en la época-, que hoy nos resulta difícil concebirla fuera de su mito. Sin embargo, a caballo entre los dos continentes y las dos orillas del Bósforo, esta megalópolis de casi 15 millones de habitantes, que no deja de extenderse y desarrollarse y ha sido golpeada de nuevo en los atentados de julio, reclama su lugar entre las ciudades europeas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;La UE y Turquía se aman y, a la vez, se rechazan y se desgarran. Es una relación pasional Europa acaba de integrar a Bulgaria y Rumania, dos países cuya historia ha estado unida a la turca-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Cómo evocar en unas cuantas palabras mi ciudad bien amada, que me ha seguido por todas partes y cuyo recuerdo está grabado para siempre, como un hierro al rojo vivo, en mi memoria. Estambul, que se llamó también Lygos, Bizancio, la Nueva Roma, la Puerta de la Felicidad, la Mansión del Califato, la Sublime Puerta, "viuda aún virgen tras mil esponsales" según Tevfik Fikret -un poeta airado turco de principios del siglo XX-, la ciudad por excelencia que no he dejado de cantar en mis libros. En París, al despertarme de un sueño, a la luz de mi lámpara que caía sobre las hojas en blanco, o en otros lugares, durante mis interminables viajes por todo el mundo, me he encontrado a menudo con Estambul. No era un recuerdo punzante que me rondaba, ni un pesar, sino una ciudad real en la que había "destruido mi vida", como dice Kavafis, el poeta griego de Alejandría cuya familia procedía de la ciudad turca: "Lugares nuevos / no encontrarás, / ni otros mares; / la ciudad te seguirá". Y la ciudad me siguió. Ahora que tengo otra vez la posibilidad de volver a ella tras años de exilio, rozar sus tres mares y los remolinos del Cuerno de Oro, acariciar sus torres, sus cúpulas, sus minaretes, frotar mi rostro contra sus murallas, sus muros ennegrecidos, besar las dos orillas del Bósforo en forma de labios entreabiertos, escalar sus colinas y sus torreones, descansar a la sombra de sus plátanos tras todos esos retozos amorosos, ahora que puedo poseerla y penetrarla otra vez tras una ausencia tan larga, ¿qué puedo decir de ella sino el deseo insatisfecho que siento por esa "viuda aún virgen tras mil esponsales"?&lt;br /&gt;Es curioso que esta metáfora adquiera todo su sentido en otro escritor, francés por añadidura, que no canta como Pierre Loti a la ciudad oriental, sino que la describe como una cantante "cubierta de gloria": "He aquí, pues, esta ciudad, con la que soñaba a los 19 años a través de los numerosos escritores franceses, con Nerval a la cabeza, que la describen. He aquí, pues, a esta vieja cantante cubierta de gloria y joyas, a la que veo desde mi ventana. Otra más que se niega a que le hablen de su edad y su pasado. Es totalmente joven. Ha cambiado de nombre. Está empezando".&lt;br /&gt;En efecto, Estambul está hoy empezando en su traje nuevo de estrella europea. Y la metáfora de la "vieja cantante", también es apropiada para la Europa que se va construyendo ("llenándose de aire e hinchándose", debería decir) mientras se amplía. Tal vez sea todavía virgen tras mil esponsales y se prepare, con Turquía, para el milésimo primero. Pero las cosas no son como en los cuentos de Las mil y una noches, y las dos partes (la Unión Europea con sus 27 Estados miembros, de un lado, y del otro Turquía, con sus defectos y sus cualidades) se aman y, al mismo tiempo, se rechazan y se desgarran. No se trata de galanterías, sino de una verdadera relación pasional cuyo final es aún incierto.&lt;br /&gt;Para regresar a la ciudad, diré que yo también, como Jean Cocteau, la he contemplado a menudo desde mi ventana y me he sentido deslumbrado por su famosa silueta de minaretes y cúpulas de color ceniza. Sin embargo, cuando llegué de Anatolia a los 12 años para estudiar en el instituto de Galatasaray, no vi esa silueta, el perfil de cúpulas y minaretes sobre el horizonte que hizo decir a Jean Thévenot que "era la situación más bella del mundo" y que Chateaubriand, Lamartine, Nerval y Gautier ya describieron antes que Loti. Lo que yo vi, mientras el barco se acercaba al puerto, fue una masa oscura en la bruma que adoptaba la forma de un monstruo surgido de la mar. Entonces cerré los ojos para no ver el rostro inmenso de aquella bestia de colmillos acerados ni el resplandor de las temibles llamas que salían de su gaznate. Luego, la ciudad me engulló durante mis años de adolescencia, de los que hablé largo y tendido en una novela, La Première femme, para cuya edición española escribió un prefacio mi amigo Juan Goytisolo.&lt;br /&gt;Pasaron los años. Y antes de escribir Le roman du conquérant, yo no sabía nada sobre las peripecias de la caída de Constantinopla ni los incontables combates que hubo que librar para que la ciudad se rindiera. Ignoraba que, a principios de siglo, el temible cañón fundido por Orban fue arrastrado con gran esfuerzo por 50 pares de bueyes y 400 artilleros hasta la puerta de Kaligaria, y allí estalló, volatilizando a quienes se encontraban alrededor, después de haber lanzado varios disparos que abrieron profundas brechas en las murallas.&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco había oído hablar de las noches desesperadas de Mehmet II, de sus pesadillas -¡sí, sus pesadillas!-, de la tenacidad de Zaganos Pachá, que permitió la prolongación del asedio, del diluvio de flechas, balas y piedras que se abatió sobre el ejército otomano, de los cadáveres de los jenízaros amontonados en los fosos al pie de las murallas. ¡Cómo podía saber algo acerca de la enorme cadena de varias toneladas que los sitiados tendieron entre las dos orillas del Cuerno de Oro, a la altura de Galata, para rechazar a la flota otomana, ni el apoyo que dieron a Bizancio genoveses y venecianos, ni el misterioso fuego griego que incendiaba hasta las olas!&lt;br /&gt;Sólo años después, lejos de Estambul, pude por fin conocer la historia de mi ciudad, gracias a los libros que devoré en la biblioteca de la Sorbona, y escribir esa novela. Y si hablo hoy de su conquista, de su historia reciente en relación con el reino milenario de Bizancio, es para denunciar ese mito fundador que todavía revindican algunos nacionalistas.&lt;br /&gt;Éstos, frente al rechazo de Turquía por parte de la mayoría de los europeos, son por desgracia cada vez más numerosos. Estambul será pronto la capital cultural de Europa, y sería una paradoja, incluso una incongruencia, prepararse para la ocasión en un espíritu de conquista y orgullo nacional.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué sería hoy de Europa sin Estambul, cuando acaba de integrar a Bulgaria y Rumania, dos países cuyo destino ha estado tanto tiempo unido al de Turquía? Convertida en la ciudad más poblada del continente, construida en la encrucijada de dos mares y dos civilizaciones, a caballo entre Oriente y Occidente, la antigua capital de los sultanes sigue atrayendo, como en la época gloriosa del imperio otomano, a las poblaciones de los países vecinos, mientras otras ciudades europeas pierden habitantes y resultan aburridas en comparación. Después de haber visitado todas las capitales europeas, entre ellas, las de los países bálticos, no puedo dejar de pensar en el futuro de una Europa que deje a Estambul fuera de sus fronteras. Eso significaría rechazar una parte importante de su patrimonio histórico y cultural. Sin esta megalópolis efervescente que no deja de desarrollarse y europeizarse y, al mismo tiempo, conserva el legado de su pasado imperial, la vida ciudadana sería muy triste en una Europa envejecida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nedim Gürsel es escritor turco y director de investigaciones en el Centro Nacional de Investigaciones Científicas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;PS - As fotos: 1/ A Mesquita Azul e Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, fundador do estado laico turco moderno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-217725073272799352?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/217725073272799352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=217725073272799352' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/217725073272799352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/217725073272799352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/troco-turquia-por-beijing.html' title='Troco Istambul por Beijing.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJ7YfAPK-2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/IFMEc_YBSmw/s72-c/-Mustafa+Kemal+Ataturk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-79665422360149378</id><published>2008-08-08T17:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:34:04.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O inspector Fontinha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJxm6c2neRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FRxw0uci4j8/s1600-h/eugenioandrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232170021461391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJxm6c2neRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FRxw0uci4j8/s400/eugenioandrade.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante anos a fio o inspector Fontinha, da segurança social, deambulou pelas praças, marginais, passeios alegres, guerra junqueiro, pereiró, gomes da costa, ribeira e outros requebros, e ainda nuns quantos quebrantos da "luminosa" urbe que deu nome à pátria, nossa, bem amada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou a falar dum dos poetas mais luminosos da nossa contemporaneidade, enrolado em mantas, cerzido por uma imensidão de gatos e, daí não sendo, dos que mais amou o Porto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provavelmente, um dos maiores poetas do "Porto" e de sempre: Eugénio de Andrade, assim se crismou, nomeando-se, o poeta de Branco no Branco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em jeito de "amizade" recentérrima, aqui deixo, palavras breves, tomadas de empréstimo ao poeta, para a minha companheira de bloganços, a maria do sol, do Branco no Branco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Sê paciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;espera que a palavra amadureça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;e se desprenda, como um fruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ao passar o vento que a mereça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;strong&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-79665422360149378?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/79665422360149378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=79665422360149378' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/79665422360149378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/79665422360149378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-inspector-fontinha.html' title='O inspector Fontinha.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJxm6c2neRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FRxw0uci4j8/s72-c/eugenioandrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5640190066237296076</id><published>2008-08-08T13:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:47:20.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'>William Blake: poeta, gravador, tradutor, mistico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJxaGJx5cDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/k7tx67MSRtw/s1600-h/dragonp+blake.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232155928848592946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJxaGJx5cDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/k7tx67MSRtw/s400/dragonp+blake.gif" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwvTDanWLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/COMvdpURMt4/s1600-h/W+Blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232108871478630578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwvTDanWLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/COMvdpURMt4/s200/W+Blake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwu_iTCB1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/qhCoRkCMLWs/s1600-h/evil+Blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232108536170940242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwu_iTCB1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/qhCoRkCMLWs/s200/evil+Blake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwuv2rx4AI/AAAAAAAAAVw/D64e4HG-AV4/s1600-h/blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232108266765541378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwuv2rx4AI/AAAAAAAAAVw/D64e4HG-AV4/s200/blake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Blake nasceu em Londres em 1757, onde viveu toda a sua vida. Morre em 1827.Com dez anos foi enviado para a escola aprender desenho e, aos quatorze anos, tornou-se aprendiz do famoso gravador James Basire. Dois anos depois, Blake começou a estudar e desenhar as igrejas de Londres, particularmente Abadia de Westminster cuja estilo gótico grandioso o impressionava e fascinava.&lt;br /&gt;William Blake foi o primeiro dos grandes poetas românticos ingleses, pintor, impressor, e um dos maiores gravadores da história inglesa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Blake como dedicava-se à poesia desde os onze anos.Os seus primeiros poemas impressos, em 1792, de " Poetical Sketches ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estes poemas&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; denotam já um génio maior e um prodígio. A métrica empregue por ele é versilibrista, poema em branco,muito ao gosto da época. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de 1784, Blake começa, ele próprio a publicar vários de seus poemas: Song of Innocence" e " The Book of Thel " que foi seguido por " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://virtualbooks.terra.com.br/livros_online/willian_blake/wb01.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Marriage of Heaven and Hell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;Duma carta ao reverendo Trusler, com quem correspondeu, datada de 16 de Agosto de 1799, veja-se este quase Progama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;"Sinto que um Homem pode ser feliz Neste Mundo. E sei que Este Mundo É um Mundo de imaginação &amp;amp; Visão. Vejo tudo o que pinto Neste Mundo, mas nem Toda a gente vê da mesma maneira. Aos Olhos do Avarento, um Guinéu é mais belo do que o Sol, &amp;amp; uma bolsa gasta pelo uso do Dinheiro tem proporções mais belas do que uma Videira carregada de Uvas. A árvora, que comove alguns até às lágrimas de alegria, é aos Olhos de outros uma Coisa verde no meio do caminho. Alguns Vêem na Natureza apenas Ridículo &amp;amp; Deformidades, &amp;amp; não é por estes que eu regulo as minhas proporções; &amp;amp; Outros Nem sequer vêem a natureza. Mas aos Olhos do Homem de Imaginação,a Natureza é a própria Imaginação. Tal como o homem é, Assim ele Vê.Tal como é formado o Olho, assim são os seus poderes. Estais por certo Enganado quando dizeis que as Visões da Fantasia não se encontram Neste Mundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falava com anjos nas árvores e uma vez foi encontrado no jardim com sua mulher, ambos nus, fantasiados de Adão e Eva. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos 67 anos William Blake começou os desenhos para o " Inferno " da Divina Comédia de Dante, e nele se empenhou de tal modo que aprendeu o italiano para aprofundar melhor o conhecimento do universo de Dante: trabalhou nestes desenhos até ao fim dos seus dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5640190066237296076?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5640190066237296076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5640190066237296076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5640190066237296076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5640190066237296076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/william-blake-poeta-gravador-tradutor.html' title='William Blake: poeta, gravador, tradutor, mistico.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJxaGJx5cDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/k7tx67MSRtw/s72-c/dragonp+blake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-4791701831507643489</id><published>2008-08-08T13:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:13:00.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje há Jogos Olimpicos em Beijing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwoOX-D00I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WomPmxCTBtQ/s1600-h/JogosOlimpicos200804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101094515266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwoOX-D00I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WomPmxCTBtQ/s400/JogosOlimpicos200804.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Logo, pelas 8 horas da noite, em Beijing, aos 8 minutos, no dia 8 de Agosto, oitavo mês do ano de 2008 dar-se-á inicio às cerimónias de Abertura dos XIX Jogos Olímpicos da Era Moderna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do número 8, na China, já falámos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se se cumprisse a tradição Helénica, as guerras, todas ELAS, seriam suspensas, as guerreias e as ofensas bélicas seriam, durante a duração dos Jogos, abolidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, para mal da humana condição, a tradição - já não é o que foi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudemos os atletas que, honradamente, sem estratagemas, químicos ou outros, se vão defrontar brava e estoicamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para eles, e só para ELES, os maiores dos sucessos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Albergaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-4791701831507643489?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/4791701831507643489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=4791701831507643489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4791701831507643489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4791701831507643489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoje-h-jogos-olimpicos-em-beijing.html' title='Hoje há Jogos Olimpicos em Beijing.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJwoOX-D00I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WomPmxCTBtQ/s72-c/JogosOlimpicos200804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8138556815253472183</id><published>2008-08-07T17:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:43:57.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cesário Verde: "troca-tintas".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJsYcVlrfXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ool7kMJcNvI/s1600-h/cesario1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802267231550834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJsYcVlrfXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ool7kMJcNvI/s400/cesario1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Joaquim Cesário Verde nasceu em 25 de Fevereiro de 1855. Morreu tuberculoso ainda o século não findara. Foi amanuense numa casa de ferragens de seu pai e produtor de legumes frutas numa quinta em Linda -a -Pastora. Morreu no Paço do Lumiar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, hoje, considerado o mais importante e revolucionário poeta da sua geração, que faz a ruptura do romantismo para o Modernismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Fernando Pessoa que assim o reconhece e que se assume como herdeiro e prócere de Cesário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vida desejou o sucesso e dele foi afastado. Tentou publicar-se e ainda o conseguiu nalguns jornais, mas foi maltratado por poetas, estetas e, sobretudo, por jornalistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta-se mesmo, que um desses desbocados, inimputáveis escribas, se terá cruzado com o poeta e arremessou-lhe: " Ali vai Cesário azul!". O poeta, introspectivo, deixou sossegar a desfeita e, quando se cruzou com o escriba, ter-lhe-á retorquido: "Adeus ó troca-tintas!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De Cesário ficou o que o poeta nos legou, que sendo pouco é do mais importante que se encontra na nossa poesia contemporânea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja-se como discorre o nosso Walt Witman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bem sei que preparais correctamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O aço e a seda, as lâminas e o estofo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que há de mais dúctil, de mais fofo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que há de mais rijo e resistente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas isso tudo é falso, é maquinal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem vida, como círculo ou um quadrado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com essa perfeição do fabricado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem o ritmo do vivo e do real!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma aldeia daqui é mais feliz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres sombria em que cintila e corte!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que tu, que vives a compor-te,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande seio arquejante de Paris!..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leiam Cesário e vejam como a sua poesia, amadurecendo, reverdece a cada passagem, a cada leitura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8138556815253472183?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJsYcVlrfXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ool7kMJcNvI/s72-c/cesario1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-727890270031086743</id><published>2008-08-06T13:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:39:27.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Jogos Olimpicos da Era Moderna na China Contemporânea</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231365080602551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmK0ueypbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MWQ16D0IJAo/s400/pequim2008.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os marxistas do PC Chinês continuam devotos das tradições milenares da China. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe-se que cultuam a numerologia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para os chineses o 8 é o número de "oiro", o que transporta em si todas as benesses do mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que data se vai realizar a abertura dos jogos olímpicos? No dia 8, do mês 8 e do ano...2008 e, provavelmente, iniciar-se-á às 8,00horas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nem só destas singularidades vivem os Jogos Olimpicos de Beijing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja-se o interessante artigo que o matutino parisiense Le Monde publica hoje. Vai sem tradução, por preguiça minha, mas para desenferrujar o francês de quem não o pratica há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/jeux-olympiques-toute-l-actualite/article/2008/08/06/pekin-sous-tension-deux-jours-avant-les-jeux_1080660_1074179.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pékin sous tension, deux jours avant les Jeux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/jeux-olympiques-toute-l-actualite/portfolio/2008/08/05/valerie-niquet-les-jeux-pour-symboliser-l-ouverture-de-la-chine-et-son-acceptation-comme-puissance-normale_1080578_1074179.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valérie Niquet : "Les Jeux pour symboliser l'ouverture de la Chine"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deux jours de l'ouverture des Jeux olympiques, la tension sécuritaire est montée d'un cran en Chine. Mercredi 6 août, les autorités ont arrêté quatre étrangers, qui défiaient le pouvoir en appelant à un "Tibet libre" devant le stade national, alors que la flamme olympique rentrait à Pékin. Selon l'agence officielle Chine Nouvelle, deux Britanniques et deux Américains ont été interpellés par la police, douze minutes après avoir déployé une première banderole près du "nid d'oiseau". Mais selon le groupe Students for a free Tibet, les militants – trois hommes et une femme – sont restés près d'une heure et demie à côté du stade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nous avons mené cette action pour souligner l'utilisation de ces JO par les autorités chinoises comme outil de propagande", a expliqué Iain Thom, un Ecossais de 24 ans. Les quatre manifestants sont entrés en Chine avec des visas de touristes, a indiqué la police à Chine Nouvelle. Selon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studentsforafreetibet.org/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students for a free Tibet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; les quatre militants ont déployé trois banderoles, deux en anglais et une en chinois. "On ne risque pas de les revoir de sitôt", a commenté la directrice de l'ONG, Lhadon Tethong, précisant que cette action, "vigoureusement condamnée" par le comité d'organisation des Jeux, était préparée "de longue date".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;UN MÉDAILLÉ DES JEUX D'HIVER PRIVÉ DE VISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les autorités chinoises ont déployé d'importants moyens de sécurité autour des sites olympiques, invoquant la menace terroriste. Mais pour certains militants des droits de l'homme, ces mesures visent avant tout à empêcher toute manifestation qui pourrait ternir l'organisation des Jeux. Outre la question du Tibet, Pékin craint que soit remise en cause son engagement au Darfour (Soudan). Mercredi, l'Américain Joey Cheek, médaillé d'or de patinage de vitesse en 2006 et militant de la cause du Darfour, a eu son visa pour la Chine révoqué. "En dépit du fait que j'ai toujours parlé de manière positive de l'idéal olympique et jamais appelé à un boycott ou demandé à un athlète d'enfreindre une règle du CIO, mon visa a été révoqué moins de 24 heures avant mon départ", a déclaré M. Cheek, l'un des co-fondateurs de Team Darfur. Le responsable de l'ambassade de Chine à Washington, qui a prévenu M. Cheek de cette décision, lui a indiqué qu'il n'était "pas tenu d'avancer une raison" pour la révocation de son visa.&lt;br /&gt;Joey Cheek devait se rendre à Pékin pour soutenir plus de 70 athlètes en compétition qui se sont engagés à attirer l'attention pendant les Jeux sur les violences au Darfour et sur le rôle que pourrait jouer la Chine et la communauté internationale pour y mettre fin. "Je suis attristé de ne pas pouvoir assister aux Jeux (...) Le refus de mon visa s'inscrit dans un effort systématique du gouvernement chinois pour contraindre et menacer les athlètes qui s'expriment au nom des populations innocentes au Darfour". Washington a officiellement protesté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;RAPPEL À L'ORDRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face au durcissement de ces mesures de sécurité, les partenaires de la Chine haussent le ton. Les Etats-Unis ont ainsi rappelé mardi à la Chine les engagements qu'elle avait pris en se portant candidate à l'organisation des JO, après les brutalités infligées lundi à deux journalistes japonais par la police chinoise. "La Chine avait promis que les journalistes pourraient travailler librement pendant la période menant aux Jeux olympiques et pendant leur durée, a souligné un porte-parole du département d'Etat. La détention et les coups infligés à deux journalistes japonais qui tentaient de faire un reportage sur l'attentat du 4 août à Kashgar contredisent l'esprit des engagements de la Chine."&lt;br /&gt;Masami Kawakita, photographe du quotidien Tokyo Shimbun, et Shinji Katsuta, caméraman de Nippon News Network, ont été interpellés par des policiers paramilitaires lundi soir alors qu'ils tentaient de prendre des images de Kashgar, où a eu lieu un attentat, lundi matin, qui a tué 16 policiers, dans la région à majorité musulmane du Xinjiang. Emmené dans un bâtiment gouvernemental, Masami Kawakita dit avoir été plaqué au sol, le pied d'un policier maintenant sa tête contre terre, puis avoir aussi reçu des coups de pied. De son côté, Chine Nouvelle indique simplement que la police s'est "affrontée" aux journalistes nippons et que "l'antenne locale des affaires étrangères leur a présenté mardi des excuses". Des policiers ont par ailleurs fait irruption dans la chambre d'un photographe de l'AFP, le forçant à effacer les photos qu'il avait prises du site de l'attaque. Mardi, les journalistes en reportage à Kashgar étaient escortés par des policiers en civil." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-727890270031086743?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/727890270031086743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=727890270031086743' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/727890270031086743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/727890270031086743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-jogos-olimpicos-da-era-moderna-na.html' title='Os Jogos Olimpicos da Era Moderna na China Contemporânea'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmK0ueypbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MWQ16D0IJAo/s72-c/pequim2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8697928068446639153</id><published>2008-08-06T12:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:16:50.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Gato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmH214rpqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Bo9F7a6MVPA/s1600-h/gatos+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231361818415048354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmH214rpqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Bo9F7a6MVPA/s200/gatos+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmHqxw7rRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cyVy3tsN_YA/s1600-h/alex_oneill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231361611150372114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmHqxw7rRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cyVy3tsN_YA/s320/alex_oneill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmGGerwXjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Pv0YvXbwg1I/s1600-h/P7270055.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandre O'Neil é um dos mais irrequietos, introspectivos e irónicos poetas do nosso literário século XX. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua qualidade é incontroversa, mas não está na moda. O que me penaliza particularmente. Para o recordar aqui deixo um poema singular desse espantoso lisbia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fazes por aqui, ó gato?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ambiguidade vens explorar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor de ti, avanças, cauto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio agastado e sempre a disfarçar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que afinal não tens e eu te empresto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ó gato, pesadelo lento e lesto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fofo no pêlo, frio no olhar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que obscura força és a morada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual o crime de que foste testemunha?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que deus te deu a repentina unha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que rubrica esta mão, aquela cara?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gato, cúmplice de um medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda sem palavras, sem enredos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem somos nós, teus donos ou teus servos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Alexandre O'Neil)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8697928068446639153?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8697928068446639153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8697928068446639153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8697928068446639153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8697928068446639153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-gato.html' title='O Gato'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJmH214rpqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Bo9F7a6MVPA/s72-c/gatos+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5518635733726753940</id><published>2008-08-05T17:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:56:29.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Statue of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJh38WcJxEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WG0sezoC0rM/s1600-h/Freedom+Capitolio+W+DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231062845890348098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJh38WcJxEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WG0sezoC0rM/s400/Freedom+Capitolio+W+DC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJh3yduZP7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/9R6S2ww7ToQ/s1600-h/Capitol+Building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231062676047216562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJh3yduZP7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/9R6S2ww7ToQ/s400/Capitol+Building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na cúpula do Capitólio em Wasshington DC encontra-se uma estátua, da autoria do escultor Thomas Crawford, inaugurada em 1863.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Capitólio é a sede do Congresso dos USA, onde funcionam as duas Câmaras. A Baixa, que integra os Deputados da República e a Alta, onde se encontram os Senadores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosamente, o plano dos construtores deste edifício, iniciado em 1800 era utilizar mão-de-obra europeia para a conclusão das obras. Contudo as expectativas saíram goradas e tiveram que utilizar mão-de-obra escrava, de afro americanos (como agora se diz).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, o curioso mesmo, o interessante, é a frase que se encontra gravada na base desta estátua,um dos hinos á liberdade que podemos encontrar nos USA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem o recorda é o não menos famoso Herman Melville no seu livro "Mardi: and a voyage thiter". Diz o autor, romancista e ensaísta americano de Nova York: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;«Na estátua da liberdade encontra-se a seguinte frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nesta república todos nascem livres e iguais."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas por baixo, em letras mais pequenas, pode ler-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:"Excepto a tribo dos Hamo [dos negros]."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;esta frase anula a primeira! Oh, republicanos!».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fará Barack Hossein Obama, quase negro, se for eleito Presidente desta República, com esta frase?!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5518635733726753940?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5518635733726753940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5518635733726753940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5518635733726753940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5518635733726753940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/statue-of-freedom.html' title='Statue of Freedom'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJh38WcJxEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WG0sezoC0rM/s72-c/Freedom+Capitolio+W+DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-7074564285663167157</id><published>2008-08-04T13:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:39:42.637+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Arquipélago do Gulag na morte de Alexander Soljenitsine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJb4KmwSZZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2UnsKIPA1L4/s1600-h/160px-aleksandr_solzhenitsyn_gulag_mugshot_1953_1217807095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230640878322869650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJb4KmwSZZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2UnsKIPA1L4/s400/160px-aleksandr_solzhenitsyn_gulag_mugshot_1953_1217807095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJbsQcS6nJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cQs_TS3W6bE/s1600-h/Muere_Alexander_Solzhenitsyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230627784455003282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJbsQcS6nJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cQs_TS3W6bE/s400/Muere_Alexander_Solzhenitsyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt; No ano de 1972 vivia em Bruxelles, Bélgica. Trabalhava numa livraria, a melhor e mais competente da capital belga: "LIBRIS",na Av. La Toison d'Or.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Apareceu-nos, em fins de 1972, uma oportunidade de "negócio". Um livro, em russo, de Alexander Soljenitsine: "O Arquipélago do Gulag", publicado em Paris na YMCA, dirigida por um russo, amigo do escritor. Para espanto nosso vendemos centenas de exemplares. Ainda havia muitos russos, na época, fugidos à revolução bolchevista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Essa edição tinha-nos chegado através dum movimento, os SAMIZDAT, hoje completamente ignorado e esquecido. Esse movimento "inorgânico" fazia chegar ao Ocidente escritos, denuncias, noticias da URSS, da outra que, um dia, o jornalista Carlos Fino quis mostrar e que o representante do PCP em Moscovo não autorizou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Sabe-se a história posterior do jornalista e da URSS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;É impossível parar a marcha da história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Há-de acontecer na China e na Cuba castrista. Mais cedo ou mais tarde...mas há-de acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Lembro-me de ter lido "Um dia na vida de Ivan Denisovich", saído em 1962 e já denunciando o Gulag. Lembro-me de ter gostado. Tenho também a sensação que os livros de Alexander Soljenitsine não marcarão a história da literatura russa, menos ainda a mundial, mas ficará na história como um dos homens que mais, impressivamente, denunciou as malfeitorias do comunismo russo e da máquina concentracionária, torcionária, de liquidação massiva dos adversários do regime e da prática da eugenia em direcção a certas nacionalidades, etnias e grupos sociais (militares, intelectuais, poetas, cientistas, linguistas, músicos...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Isso ficamos, sem sombra de dúvidas, a dever a Alexander Soljenitsine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-7074564285663167157?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/7074564285663167157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=7074564285663167157' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7074564285663167157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7074564285663167157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-arquipelago-do-gulag-na-morte-de.html' title='O Arquipélago do Gulag na morte de Alexander Soljenitsine.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJb4KmwSZZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2UnsKIPA1L4/s72-c/160px-aleksandr_solzhenitsyn_gulag_mugshot_1953_1217807095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-7420642602022667380</id><published>2008-08-03T13:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:37:30.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A China do século XXI...o feudalismo, a ditadura, a ausência de direitos humanos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230257345553707042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJWbWD2bMCI/AAAAAAAAATw/9SxLKIRWu_8/s400/pequim2008yg3.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Republica Popular da China transformou, com o Partido Comunista Chinês a liderar faz quase sessenta anos, a China continental numa das maiores potências emergentes, integrante consistente do BRIC (Brasil, Rússia, Índia e China). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O poderio económico desta potência (ainda lhe falta o poderio militar e bélico) é, hoje, incomensurável.Ainda não disputa a liderança mundial aos USA, mas está a aproximar-se a passos largos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, e como estamos de direitos humanos?!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há nomes para zurzir? Não se denuncia (como se faz com Kadhafi, Chavez, Fidel Castro, José Eduardo dos Santos, Mugabe...) em concreto o chefe do governo (?), o chefe do Partido Comunista (?), o Presidente da Assembleia Popular (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, o espantoso, é que se trava uma luta deveras interessante, na actualidade na China, entre as forças de progresso (ouviram bem: é assim mesmo que os defensores das liberdades, dos direitos humanos se consideram e nomeiam!)e os senhores "feudais" saídos do império do meio - zelosos do pensamento único, das normas em favor dos apparachiks do Partido,e da criminalização dos "inimigos" do regime, dos não-comunistas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, em tempos de Internet, como lidam os dirigentes chineses com esta realidade? Como reagem à proximidade de Hong Kong e de Macau?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se defendem dos internautas?! Na China, os internautas, os homens e mulheres progressistas, que lutam em favor dos Direitos Fundamentais do Homem (liberdade, liberdade de pensamento, de expressão, de associação e etc.)como estão a desenvencilhar-se da repressão? Muito dificilmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Presidente da Assembleia Popular afirmou, sem lhe tremer a voz:" Nós temos leis para nos protegermos do mau uso da Internet." Assim mesmo, sem gaguejar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internautas, defensores dos direitos humanos deram a cara numa reportagem veemente que passou na nossa RTP2. E o que dizem eles? O Yahoo, o Google, a Microsoft e a Cisco, que têm negócios de ziliões de USD$ com o governo chinês, denuncia, dando as coordenadas dos internautas, facto esse que permite à policia do regime prendê-los (10 anos, 20 anos e mais penas...). A Yahoo e o Google são relapsos nessas práticas. A Cisco, por exemplo, vende tecnologia ultra sofisticada (que vende também ao governo dos USA) para que o governo chinês possa, por exemplo, construi uma muralha infonautica em torno de Hong Kong e Macau - não deixando circular conteúdos que consideram perigosos a partir de sites sedeados nestes territórios. Por exemplo, coloque-se no Google a palavra Tianamen: não aprece NADA, nenhum ficheiro é accionado por esta busca. Acreditam? Acreditem porque é mesmo verdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pressões económicas do Governo chinês sobre as empresas multinacionais e mesmo nacionais, mais instaladas em Hong Kong produzem "maravilhas" de eficácia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o mundo continua a girar. Todos os dias se espezinham homens e mulheres progressistas, que querem, simplesmente: liberdade de imprensa, liberdade de expressão e de pensamento...Para o PC Chinês, financiador e amigo do PCP do SG Jerónimo de Sousa, são exigências dos "inimigos" do povo e de classe que só podem, e devem, ser destruídos, aprisionados e, em muitos casos, condenados à morte, com um tiro na nuca. As famílias dos "executados" têm de pagar a bala que foi utilizada na sentença de morte. Não acreditam? Pois, não acreditem porque no não acreditar é que está o ganho...e se podem fazer negócios de ziliões de USD$.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-7420642602022667380?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/7420642602022667380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=7420642602022667380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7420642602022667380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7420642602022667380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/china-do-sculo-xxio-feudalismo-ditadura.html' title='A China do século XXI...o feudalismo, a ditadura, a ausência de direitos humanos.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJWbWD2bMCI/AAAAAAAAATw/9SxLKIRWu_8/s72-c/pequim2008yg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-4680484918978278013</id><published>2008-08-02T19:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:05:03.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A loucura de Churchill: o Iraque do século XXI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJSZxxoY3cI/AAAAAAAAATo/MX3wDO2-eX4/s1600-h/loucura+de+churchill.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974147699367362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJSZxxoY3cI/AAAAAAAAATo/MX3wDO2-eX4/s400/loucura+de+churchill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Os USA, em fim de "festa" bushiana tentam "debalde" consolidar um "governo" autotocne no Iraque, que devastaram e fizeram regredir a tempos imemoriais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um historiador inglês, Christopher Catherwood, num trabalho notável de clarividência e rigor histórico retrata a responsabilidade história de Churchill, hà época ministro das colónias e responsável pelo império britânico, na construção do Iraque moderno. Churchil, nos anos 20 do século passado, vai desenhar o Iraque e, nesse redesenho, lá vai encerrar o que se veio transformar numa tragédia inenarrável. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Churchill inventa uma monarquia, a Hachemita, obrigando os curdos sunitas, os árabes sunitas e os xiitas a viver sob o domínio dum único senhor, dum único governante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 1958, perante a degradação da monarquia Hachemita, jovens oficiais, próceres do partido Baath provocam um golpe de estado e transformam a monarquia num regime dos mais sanguinários que se observaram nesta região. O regime liderado, até à invasão dos USA às ordens de Bush e do seu circulo restrito texano, por Saddam Hussein. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este ditador, como sabemos, foi "julgado" por um tribunal iraquiano, condenado e executado pela forca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua execução foi gravada e quase transmitida em directo para todo o mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Espera-se de Barack Obama, se ganhar as eleições em Novembro, que cumpra o que tem vindo a afirmar: a saída do Iraque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O livro,A Loucura de Churchill, em Portugal foi editado pela Relógio D'Água, na colecção Argumentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A não perder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-4680484918978278013?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/4680484918978278013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=4680484918978278013' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4680484918978278013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4680484918978278013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/loucura-de-churchill-o-iraque-do-sculo.html' title='A loucura de Churchill: o Iraque do século XXI.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJSZxxoY3cI/AAAAAAAAATo/MX3wDO2-eX4/s72-c/loucura+de+churchill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2520465236407970306</id><published>2008-08-01T18:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:53:27.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJM6xS6vblI/AAAAAAAAATg/6tuMSbmQA3I/s1600-h/Paul_Ricoeur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588210873495122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJM6xS6vblI/AAAAAAAAATg/6tuMSbmQA3I/s400/Paul_Ricoeur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Paul Ricoeur foi, provavelmente, dos filósofos mais produtivos, criativos e sólidos do século XX. Nas academias francesas, alemãs, suiças e americanas sabe-se quão importante ele foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Em Portugal não tenho a certeza do que pensam os entendidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sei que o o professor Fernando Catroga, uma das nossas mais luminosas cabeças da historiografia actual, versado numa multitude de assuntos, desde a maçonaria, passando pela morte, até à epistemologia da história, o considera sobremaneira e o cita com assiduidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dum texto saído duma conferência feita em Lausanne em 1985, Le Mal, deixo um pedaçito para aguçar o apetite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I . A experiência do mal: entre a censura e a lamentação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que faz o carácter de enigma do mal é o facto de nós colocarmos sob uma mesma expressão, pelo menos na tradição do ocidente judeo-cristão fenómenos tão dispares, numa primeira aproximação, como o &lt;em&gt;pecado&lt;/em&gt;, o &lt;em&gt;sofrimento&lt;/em&gt; e a &lt;em&gt;morte&lt;/em&gt;.Podemos mesmo dizer que é porque o sofrimento é, constantemente, tomado como termo de referência que a questão do mal se distingue da do pecado e da culpabilidade. Antes de se afirmar o que, no fenómeno do mal &lt;em&gt;cometido&lt;/em&gt; e do mal &lt;em&gt;sofrido&lt;/em&gt;, aponta em direcção dum enigmática profundidade comum - é preciso insistir na disparidade do principio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No rigor do termo, o mal moral - o pecado em linguagem religiosa- designa o que faz da acção humana um objecto de imputação, de acusação e de censura."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&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/28389141-2520465236407970306?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2520465236407970306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2520465236407970306' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2520465236407970306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2520465236407970306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-mal.html' title='O Mal.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJM6xS6vblI/AAAAAAAAATg/6tuMSbmQA3I/s72-c/Paul_Ricoeur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-7326179073533042115</id><published>2008-07-31T20:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:53:35.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidente da República demite-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229248073676259762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJIFatHegbI/AAAAAAAAATY/3CE9javx-FA/s400/cavaco+silva+2.jpg" width="89" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;A comunicação que Cavaco Silva fará ao país daqui a menos de uma hora poderá bem ser para apresentar a sua resignação...por razões de saúde, ou falta dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta hipótese é tão plausível quanto o exercicio especulativo de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vítor Dias&lt;/span&gt; em o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tempo das cerejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-7326179073533042115?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/7326179073533042115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=7326179073533042115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7326179073533042115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/7326179073533042115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/presidente-da-repblica-demite-se.html' title='Presidente da República demite-se...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJIFatHegbI/AAAAAAAAATY/3CE9javx-FA/s72-c/cavaco+silva+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-77304910221688875</id><published>2008-07-31T16:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:58:36.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama: bendito abaixo-assinado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJHNtd4wbeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/odJc0_FeZYU/s1600-h/barack+e+ma+cain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229186823354346978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJHNtd4wbeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/odJc0_FeZYU/s400/barack+e+ma+cain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Change We Can Believe In &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Open Letter to Barack Obama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.7.2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Senator Obama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;We write to congratulate you on the tremendous achievements of your campaign for the presidency of the United States.Your candidacy has inspired a wave of political enthusiasm like nothing seen in this country for decades. In your speeches, you have sketched out a vision of a better future-in which the United States sheds its warlike stance around the globe and focuses on diplomacy abroad and greater equality and freedom for its citizens at home-that has thrilled voters across the political spectrum. Hundreds of thousands of young people have entered the political process for the first time, African-American voters have rallied behind you, and many of those alienated from politics-as-usual have been re-engaged.You stand today at the head of a movement that believes deeply in the change you have claimed as the mantle of your campaign. The millions who attend your rallies, donate to your campaign and visit your website are a powerful testament to this new movement's energy and passion.This movement is vital for two reasons: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, it will help assure your victory against John McCain in November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The long night of greed and military adventurism under the Bush Administration, which a McCain administration would continue, cannot be brought to an end a day too soon. An enthusiastic corps of volunteers and organizers will ensure that voters turn out to close the book on the Bush era on election day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, having helped bring you the White House, the support of this movement will make possible the changes that have been the platform of your campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tempo das cerejas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vitor Dias&lt;/span&gt; chama a atenção para uma carta aberta, abaixo-assinada por um grupo de intelectuais americanos (uns mais conhecidos que outros...)e publica a lista de "exigências" que este grupo faz ao Senador e candidato democrata Barack Obama. Remete a leitura da versão integral da carta para um outro blogue &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"papéis de alexandria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não dominando convenientemente o inglês, sempre deu para me aperceber da importância deste texto e ainda da introdução que aqui deixo, com os agradecimentos a Vitor Dias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sublinhei aquilo que me pareceu de mor importância na dita carta e, sobretudo, aquilo que eu destaquei e os abaixo assinados denominaram &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;razões para Barack Obama ser eleito e derrotar Mc Cain em Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-77304910221688875?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/77304910221688875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=77304910221688875' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/77304910221688875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/77304910221688875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/barack-obama-bendito-abaixo-assinado.html' title='Barack Obama: bendito abaixo-assinado.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJHNtd4wbeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/odJc0_FeZYU/s72-c/barack+e+ma+cain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-357346789667923786</id><published>2008-07-31T13:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:32:57.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da corrupção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJGmOjW4CuI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zqe_-MLAqu4/s1600-h/jo%C3%A3o+cravinho"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229143411293424354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJGmOjW4CuI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zqe_-MLAqu4/s400/jo%C3%A3o+cravinho" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O eng. João Cravinho politico no pós 25 de Abril de 1974, próximo do MES, Sampaísta militante, foi ainda Ministro das Obras Públicas e do Planeamento no governo de António Guterres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que trabalhou, no consulado de Marcello Caetano, num gabinete de estudos onde ombreou com António Guterres, Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa...entre outros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda deputado, nesta legislatura que agora corre, elegeu a "corrupção" de estado para legislar contra ela. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entretanto, demitiu-se para ocupar um lugar de topo numa instituição em Londres (por convite do eng.º Sócrates). A semana passada, em entrevista, em simultâneo, para a RTP2, Radio Renascença e Público criticou intempestivamente os seus camaradas do grupo parlamentar do PS por terem desvirtuado (segundo ele) o seu projecto de lei e, sobretudo, pela composição da Comissão que vai apreciar os "casos" de corrupção... As reacções violentas e acaloradas de Alberto Martins, lidere parlamentar do PS são conhecidas e vieram introduzir um mor ruído nesta debate tão importante quanto do maior interesse para a saúde da nossa democracia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O combate à corrupção de estado está envolto, quase sempre, num manto diáfano de hipocrisias, inverdades e, sobretudo, muita intoxicação, manobras dilatórias e mais umas quantas armas de arremesso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De quando em vez há umas operações bem sucedidas, mas as mais das vezes fica tudo em águas de bacalhau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os processos que morreram, ou se encontram em processo de cadaverização...são mais que muitos, mal grado haverem figuras como Maria José Morgado, creio eu que Procuradora Adjunta do PGR, que lutam braviamente para trazer para a ribalta responsáveis e criminosos desse tipo de práticas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ele há um aspecto incontornável, em meu entendimento: a "corrupção", no sentido vulgar que se lhe atribui faz parte do sistema e é inerente ao exercício do poder, de qualquer cor que ele se vista. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aqui não há excepções. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este fenómeno é transverso; toca todas as instituições, todos os partidos políticos, todas as igrejas, todos os clubes de futebol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz pouco tempo, um estudante, finalista de sociologia elaborou um estudo sobre os financiamentos dos partidos políticos - nas autarquias. Nuno Guedes, jornalista e repórter conceituado do Radio Clube Português chegava a conclusões interessantes. Mas, por exemplo, excluía o PCP de práticas de "angariação questionável" de fundos e o BE não entrava no estudo porque não tinha, à época, qualquer autarquia (viria a ter Salvaterra de Magos). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora são conhecidos dossiers "interessantes" de "financiamento" do PCP em Loures, em V.F. de Xira, no Montijo, no Barreiro, na Amadora, nomeadamente. E desses dossiers é muito simples retirar conclusões expressivas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja-se quem são os urbanizadores e/ou construtores que dominam o "ordenamento" do território "naquele" período determinado e percebe-se... Veja-se, por exemplo, nas campanhas eleitorais os meios (publicidade estática, folhetos, cartazes, carros de som...) que cada formação partidária utiliza...sabe-se os preços de mercado e chegar-se-á, sem dificuldade, às somas e às desconformidades...entre gastos e receitas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O que ocorreu em Loures, com o célebre dossier do "cartão de crédito" que o Presidente da Câmara à época (1994-1997) se atribuiu e utilizou para fazer compras pessoais, pagar despesas pessoais e adquirir bens artísticos (num célebre leilão de quadros numa sede partidária em Lisboa...) ilustra alguma cultura de impunidade e perversão que reina no seio de alguns "eleitos". Este processo foi "julgado" e foi mandado arquivar porque "não ultrapassava o valor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1 500,00€, 300 contos"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi óbvio e compreensível para todos a atitude do edil, que aproveitando uma reformatação do território de Loures, com a criação do Município de Odivelas, reeleito para o mandato 1998-2001, que se demitiu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu saiba nunca se fez, aprofundadamente e cirurgicamente, a investigação e o escrutínio de comportamentos e práticas passíveis de serem observadas á luz da ética do serviço público e da moral republicana, da república! E o estado tem meios para o fazer! Sempre os teve. A justiça pode-o fazer (neste momento, no apito dourado, na operação furacão, está a fazê-lo). Hoje a legislação já permite alguma eficiência no controlo das despesas e nas limitações e justificações nas angariações de fundos...mas , ainda assim, pode, sempre, dar-se a volta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sustento que, leis a mais, só atrapalham. O estado tem de defender o seu bom nome com os meios que tem (e são bastantes). Por vezes, andar á procura da perfeita lei...é distrair-nos daquilo que é essencial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O favorecimento de estado, não passível de ser controlado,impossível de ser escrutinado, tem a ver com solidariedades grupais, tribais e partidárias...que, muitas das vezes, permite a chamada engenharia social, a reconstrução e/ou construção de grupos empresariais: isto sabe-se, tanto no plano nacional, no plano regional (veja-se o grupo de Jaime Ramos, na Madeira, construído em 12 anos, a partir dum negócio de sanitas!), como até no plano municipal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, o "negócio indevido", a participação "ilegítima em negócio" o "peculato", o "peculato de uso", praticada por detentores de cargos públicos, com mandato electivo, ou não, entre outras situações,isso é crime e, como tal deve ser punido.E tem de ser punido, exemplarmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/28389141-357346789667923786?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/357346789667923786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=357346789667923786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/357346789667923786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/357346789667923786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/da-corrupo.html' title='Da corrupção...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJGmOjW4CuI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zqe_-MLAqu4/s72-c/jo%C3%A3o+cravinho' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-9106787674348399360</id><published>2008-07-30T12:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:34:45.662+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Oliveira...uma vez mais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJBNhNRERRI/AAAAAAAAATA/TfVrr1N56vg/s1600-h/carlos+oliveira+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228764400269411602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJBNhNRERRI/AAAAAAAAATA/TfVrr1N56vg/s400/carlos+oliveira+II.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a revisitar um dos maiores e mais proficúos poetas do século XX. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje inclassificável, do ponto de vista das taxionomias ideológicas que espartilharam artistas, escritores, músicos e homens nos idos de  60.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que sobra é a beleza do poetar do homem da Gandara, a quem Cardoso Pires e Augusto Abelaira, entre outros, lhe dedicaram admiração, respeito e, sobretudo, muita amizade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para partilhar, aqui vos deixo uma:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LÁGRIMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada hora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que o sangue leva ao coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos gela como o rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do tempo aos derradeiros glaciares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando  a espuma dos mares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se transformar em pedra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah no deserto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do próprio céu gelado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pudesses tu suster ao menos na descida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma estrela qualquer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ao seu calor fundir a neve que bastasse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à lágrima pedida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela nossa morte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obras  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editorial Caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-9106787674348399360?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/9106787674348399360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=9106787674348399360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/9106787674348399360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/9106787674348399360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/carlos-oliveirauma-vez-mais.html' title='Carlos Oliveira...uma vez mais.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJBNhNRERRI/AAAAAAAAATA/TfVrr1N56vg/s72-c/carlos+oliveira+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-340342309302431899</id><published>2008-07-30T12:39:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:47:05.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafa Nadal: o tenista do povo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJBFU5gjU2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fFt8Ha8jnCI/s1600-h/nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228755392714199906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJBFU5gjU2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fFt8Ha8jnCI/s400/nadal.jpg" width="89" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso-me um pequeno apreciador de ténis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso-me um grande admirador do catalão Rafael Nadal, amante dos merengues e sobrinho duma velha glória do futebol espanhol, o defesa Nadal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver Rafael Nadal nos courts, a bater-se por cada ponto, com pancadas demolidoras, duma precisão teleguiada, a bola a cair em ínfimos espaços do campo...é quase uma epifania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ténis deste jogador tem, além do mais uma dimensão estética: os movimentos, as recepções, as pancadas de ataque, as deslocações dele e dos adversários...únicos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O último confronto, com o ainda número 1 ATP, Roger Federer, em inglaterra, no mítico court de Wimbledon - foi uma espécie de combate de titãs...um hino á modalidade, que sei elitista, mas que eu, modesto "pequeno-burguês", também aprecio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-340342309302431899?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/340342309302431899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=340342309302431899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/340342309302431899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/340342309302431899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/rafa-nada-o-tnis-como-esttica.html' title='Rafa Nadal: o tenista do povo.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SJBFU5gjU2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fFt8Ha8jnCI/s72-c/nadal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-9054403350812422499</id><published>2008-07-29T13:15:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:32:15.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos de Oliveira: trabalho poético.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SI78XACdqjI/AAAAAAAAASw/8sae8gc3H_Q/s1600-h/capa_Caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228393689501248050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="286" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SI78XACdqjI/AAAAAAAAASw/8sae8gc3H_Q/s400/capa_Caminho.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SI78CBsuV2I/AAAAAAAAASo/wF8xiXc2et4/s1600-h/Carlos_de_Oliveira+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228393329169684322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SI78CBsuV2I/AAAAAAAAASo/wF8xiXc2et4/s400/Carlos_de_Oliveira+3.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos maiores poetas do século XX. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normalmente agrupado nos neorealistas, a sua estética coloca-o no grupo dos poetas hoje já clássicos e de leitura e fruição obrigatórias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo aqui um poema, do seu Trabalho Poético e publicado nas Obras de Carlos de Oliveira da chancela da Editorial Caminho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"CANTIGA DO ÓDIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor de guardar ódios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;agrada ao meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;se o ódio guardar o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;de servir a servidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;Há-de sentir o meu ódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;quem o meu ódio mereça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;ó vida, cega-me os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;se não cumprir a promessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;E venha a morte depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;fria como a luz dos astros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;que nos importa morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;se não morrermos de rastros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Carlos de Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa extensa e não tão interessante entrevista como se poderia expectar a José Pacheco Pereira( menos por responsabilidade de JPP do que pela do jornalista, que poderia ter aprofundado alguns filões...)há um aspecto notável - ao qual não resisto ao pecado da transcrição:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Pergunta: Mas o PCP não o deixa entrar no seu arquivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Resposta:Não. A última resposta que tive foi de Carlos Carvalhas era que o arquivo tinha uma infestação de abelhas. Eu disse-lhe que não me importava de ir vestido de apicultor mas...Acho que o PCP mudará a atitude e tenho de reconhecer que muitos militantes, até históricos, têm uma atitude diferente da do passado, mas está muito longe de permitir a investigação necessária. Os arquivos do PCP são a última grande fonte de história contemporânea ainda fechada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Fazendo a transliteração da história do elefante para a duma abelha, fácil é concluir que um enxame consegue a proeza de impedir o acesso "à última grande fonte de história contemporânea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5030027877245004673?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5030027877245004673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5030027877245004673' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5030027877245004673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5030027877245004673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-uma-abelha-incomoda-muita-genteum.html' title='Se uma abelha incomoda...um enxame impede o acesso aos arquivos do PCP!'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SI32IPzVVBI/AAAAAAAAASg/Q8B7TMJuYvY/s72-c/abelhas_artigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-167903224289484750</id><published>2008-07-28T00:56:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:52:31.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem disse que o bolivariano não tinha sentido de humor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIz9tQxF7EI/AAAAAAAAASI/4mkshMIFBIY/s1600-h/por+que+no+te+callas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227832221507120194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIz9tQxF7EI/AAAAAAAAASI/4mkshMIFBIY/s400/por+que+no+te+callas.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A edição, de hoje, do El País, na capa, publica esta foto magnifica. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O único mistério que subsiste: Hugo Chavez não revelou quem lhe tinha oferecido a camisola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ele há quem diga que o bolivariano não tem sentido de humor!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&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/28389141-167903224289484750?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/167903224289484750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=167903224289484750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/167903224289484750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/167903224289484750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/foi-voc-que-disse-que-hugo-chavez-no.html' title='Quem disse que o bolivariano não tinha sentido de humor?'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIz9tQxF7EI/AAAAAAAAASI/4mkshMIFBIY/s72-c/por+que+no+te+callas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5900799955139951868</id><published>2008-07-27T12:17:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:11:29.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Verão está a devastar  neurónios na blogooesfera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIxLzX5t9nI/AAAAAAAAASA/LLPq4zMDPsw/s1600-h/obana+em+downing+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227636613431817842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIxLzX5t9nI/AAAAAAAAASA/LLPq4zMDPsw/s400/obana+em+downing+street.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; dono do &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Água Lisa6&lt;/span&gt; (não tendo sido o único...) tem autoridade moral para defender hoje Barack Hossein (não estou certo da grafia destes dois nomes; Barack=Baruc=Bento;Hossein=Hussein) Obama - porque desde sempre assinalou neste candidato, bem antes dele ser nomeado pelos Democratas,um discurso NOVO, a anunciar NOVOS TEMPOS, mesmo quando Obama não conseguia entrar no eleitorado da senhora Clinton: afro-americanos, pobres, pequena burguesia,etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi, pois, sem surpresa que li, no &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Água Lisa6&lt;/span&gt;, um lúcido poste subordinado a um titulo não menos sugestivo: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Quo Vadis anti-americanismo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Para enquadrar o meu poste cito de seguida a parte daquele que o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; escreveu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas Obama não só não entusiasma os anti-americanos de véspera (que diziam que não eram contra a América mas só contra Bush) como a frieza quanto às mudanças que ele pode ou vai operar, aumenta. Fenómeno estranho. Para já, provisoriamente e até melhor entendimento, concluo que os mais genuínos entre a esquerda europeia anti-americana, enquanto Obama estagia para Presidente, está a estagiar para o novo confronto pós-Bush, ou seja, independentemente de quem é Presidente, a América é e será o Império do Mal. Até que a esquerda europeia substitua, na América, a esquerda americana?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu, modesto aprendiz do espírito critico, da análise politica e modestíssimo comentador de factos, ocorrências e outras minudências considerei este texto duma meridiana clareza e a merecer comentário e reflexão...mas para mais adiante, quando os dados (confronto directo entre Obama e Mc Cain) estiverem lançados e os programas respectivos conhecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puro engano. Dois companheiros bloguistas decidiram interpelar o texto do &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt;. Eu diria até: decidiram atropelar o poste do &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejam só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Lutz, que sendo alemão (é o que consta...)tem um português de primeiríssima água e um pensamento critico assaz criativo, postou, na caixa de comentários do &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Água Lisa6&lt;/span&gt; esta pérola que de seguida vos deixo ler (o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; já lhe respondeu, vergastando-o q.b.):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"De &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quaseemportugues.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lutz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a 25 de Julho de 2008 às 18:54&lt;br /&gt;Como é problemático falar de entidades tão genéricas como a "esquerda" ou a "esquerda europeia", ou também "anti-americanismo"!Pode ser-se de esquerda sem ser anti-imperialista? Há quem dirá que não, a começar pelos que ainda choram a derrocada do império da esquerda. Mas deixamos este de parte, cujo anti-imperialismo não passa de uma mentira hipócrita.Mas há os outros. Eu, por exemplo. Não sou imperialista, não gosto de impérios, e ao mesmo tempo não tenho dúvidas de que a América de hoje é um império. Terei que deduzir disto que não posso ser senão um anti-americano?Vê-se aqui que o rótulo "anti-americano", é uma denúncia injusta e desonesta, um anti-imperialista, uma pessoa anti-imperialismo-americano, não é necessariamente um anti-americano."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, cá para mim, sustento que este prosear só se pode explicar pelo efeito devastador dos raios solares sobre os neurónios de Lutz. Vão para a praia a horas inconvenientes. Deixam-se bombardear pelos raios ultra violetas...e, vejam só, no que dá?!...Incompreensível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, o melhor ainda estava para vir. A "piéce de resistance" viria no cinzento (ás vezes veste-se de cor, quando publica as belíssimas telas de Fernand Léger), no ortodoxo blogue do "anti-comunista" terciário (&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;porque ainda é membro do Comité Central&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vítor Dias&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tempo das Cerejas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publico todo o poste, até para instrução das gerações vindouras, tal a qualidade do texto, da análise e do espírito critico que lhe subjaz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leiam, meditem e, se possível, critiquem-no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui vai, com titulo e tudo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um para Obama,&lt;br /&gt;quatro para Mc Cain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de ler na blogosfera um inenarrável exercício de mistificação, guerra à independência de juizo e combate ao espírito crítico expostos nos seguintes termos finais por quem deve achar que a história americana vai começar com Obama e que o passado não nos ensinou nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«(...) Obama não só não entusiasma os anti-americanos de véspera (que diziam que não eram contra a América mas só contra Bush) como a frieza quanto às mudanças que ele pode ou vai operar, aumenta. Fenómeno estranho. Para já, provisoriamente e até melhor entendimento, concluo que os mais genuínos entre a esquerda europeia anti-americana, enquanto Obama estagia para Presidente, está a estagiar para o novo confronto pós-Bush, ou seja, independentemente de quem é Presidente, a América é e será o Império do Mal. Até que a esquerda europeia substitua, na América, a esquerda americana ?».(*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;[sublinhados meus]Absolutamente intimidado por este responso e raspanete e não desejando ser blasfemo em relação a essa nova religião política chamada Obamania, apresso-me a deixar aqui apenas um cartoon sobre Obama logo largamente abafado e compensado por QUATRO sobre John Mc Cain. Será que assim serei perdoado ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*) Para se perceber que há cabeças que também fazem o papel de cataventos, sublinhe-se entretanto que o autor destas doutas sentenças quando, com obsessiva frequência, escreve sobre os problemas ou fracassos das experiências do chamado «socialismo real», sempre põe o acento tónico não nas personalidades mas nas questões estruturais do sistema e da sua ideologia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então esta nótula de rodapé...ela é todo um programa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Vejam só o que um modesto poste do João Tunes, de mor actualidade, aceite-se, mas ainda assim modesto, provocou? Dois feridos graves na blogoesfera...e não são pequenos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Um, o Lutz, arguto, sagaz, assertivo (até aquando do confronto futebolístico da Alemanha contra Portugal foi frontal e virulento...mas sempre inteligente)e sempre com um sentido critico apurado. Desta vez, vá-se lá saber porquê, espalhou-se completamente e ao comprido. E teve mesmo recidiva. O João Tunes repondeu-lhe e ele insistiu com uma desculpa/explicação toda ela esfarrapada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Já o Vítor Dias?!...nem sei o que diga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Em Portugal, na nossa blogoesfera nacional, até que pode ser um caso do foro psicológico. Mantém uma relação de "ódio" com o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tunes&lt;/span&gt;, uma relação de "suspeição" permanente para com o pensamento de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; e, mais ainda, uma vontade permanente de o destruir por que, para ele, é um consabido e "avinagrado" inimigo a abater.Se fosse na velhinha URSS, ao tempo de Estaline, como seria, Vítor Dias?...Como é que se resolvia estas contradições, entre o pensamento justo (o SEU) e as posições burguesas, dos inimigos de classe,as do João Tunes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;È que nem preciso de explicitar a resposta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, o que me espantou mesmo, foi a nota de rodapé. Então o Vítor Dias zurze no &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; porque, ele, quando ataca, critica, analisa, os universos comunistas (os que implodiram e os que ainda, caducos, feudais, persistem)&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"põe o acento tónico não nas personalidades, mas nas questões estruturais do sistema e da sua ideologia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;camarada&lt;/span&gt;" Vítor Dias, já reparou, que isso, dito assim e por si, não pode deixar de ser considerado um elogio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;O marxismo sempre considerou determinante a estrutura, as infraestruturas, as classes, o modo de produção, as relações de propriedade, a propriedade dos meios de produção, a luta de classes e, isso sustentado numa ideologia: o materialismo dialecto e o materialismo histórico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Marx e os marxistas, os seu próceres, sempre dedicaram pouca massa cinzenta ao papel do individuo na história, mas , ainda assim, alguns, poucos, lhe dedicaram páginas interessantes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Agora, você criticar o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; por hipervalorizar o papel de Barack Obama no futuro do USA?! Nem queria acreditar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Quantos milhares de caracteres dedicou já o &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;João Tunes&lt;/span&gt; a tentar perceber o papel de Estaline,Fidel Castro, Álvaro Cunhal, no seu tempo, nos seus países respectivos, e não só?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Acho mesmo, que o Verão está a devastar neurónios e, as primeira vitimas importantes e visíveis, Lutz e o "nosso" bloguista do &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tempo das cerejas&lt;/span&gt;, culto, quase sempre bem informado, cosmopolita, erudito, mas, insistentemente, comunista e, repetitivamente, marxista ortodoxo ( eu não devia estar a "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mimá-lo&lt;/span&gt;" com elogios ou a atribuir-lhe qualidades...porque ele não gosta, quando tal vem dos "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;inimigos&lt;/span&gt;"), Vítor Dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5900799955139951868?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5900799955139951868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5900799955139951868' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5900799955139951868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5900799955139951868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-vero-est-devastar-neurnios-na.html' title='O Verão está a devastar  neurónios na blogooesfera.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIxLzX5t9nI/AAAAAAAAASA/LLPq4zMDPsw/s72-c/obana+em+downing+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3183531985553609275</id><published>2008-07-26T17:13:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:43:45.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ALDA LARA, poeta angolana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227343994931840642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SItBqvCvBoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lTtmcCGtJkQ/s400/alda+lara+1930+-+1962.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ALDA LARA (1930-1962)Alda Ferreira Pires Barreto de Lara Albuquerque. Benguela, Angola, 9.6.1930 - Cambambe, Angola, 30.1.1962. Era casada com o escritor Orlando Albuquerque. Muito nova veio para Lisboa onde concluiu o 7º ano dos liceus. Freqüentou as Faculdades de Medicina de Lisboa e Coimbra, licenciando-se por esta última. Em Lisboa esteve ligada a algumas das atividades da Casa dos Estudantes do Império. Declamadora, chamou a atenção para os poetas africanos. Depois da sua morte, a Câmara Municipal de Sá da Bandeira instituiu o Prêmio Alda Lara para poesia. Orlando Albuquerque propôs-se editar-lhe postumamente toda a obra e nesse caminho reuniu e publicou já um volume de poesias e um caderno de contos. Colaborou em alguns jornais ou revistas, incluindo a Mensagem (CEI). Figura em: Antologia de poesias angolanas, Nova Lisboa, 1958; amostra de poesia in Estudos Ultramarinos, nº 3, Lisboa1959; Antologia da terra portuguesa - Angola, Lisboa, s/d (196?)1; Poetas angolanos, Lisboa, 1962; Poetas e contistas africanos, S.Paulo, 1963; Mákua 2 - antologia poética, Sá da Bandeira, 1963; Mákua 3, idem; Antologia poética angolana, Sá da Bandeira, 1963; Contos portugueses do ultramar - Angola, 2º vol, Porto, 1969. Livros póstumos: Poemas, Sá da Bandeira, 1966; Tempo de chuva, Lobito, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;Da poeta angolana, escolhi o poema Testamento, extraído do livro Poesia Africana de Língua Portuguesa, p. 67-68. Organizado por Maria Alexandre Dáskalos, Lívia Apa e Arlindo Barreiros. Publicado no Rio de Janeiro, por Lacerda Editores em co-edição com a Academia Brasileira de Letras, em 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TESTAMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;À &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;prostituta mais nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do bairro mais velho e escuro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixo os meus brincos, lavrados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cristal, límpido e puro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E àquela virgem esquecida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rapariga sem ternura,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhando algures uma lenda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixo o meu vestido branco,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu vestido de noiva,todo tecido de renda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este meu rosário antigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ofereço-o àquele amigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não acredita em Deus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os livros, rosários meus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das contas de outro sofrer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são para os homens humildes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nunca souberam ler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto aos meus poemas loucos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esses, que são de dor sincera e desordenada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esses, que são de esperança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desesperada mas firme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixo-os a ti, meu amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que, na paz da hora,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em que a minha alma venha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijar de longe os teus olhos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vás por essa noite fora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com passos feitos de lua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oferecê-los às crianças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que encontrares em cada rua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Postado por zantonc&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Meu leitor, do Rio de Janeiro, poeta e Professor de literatura, Zantoc de seu nome de guerra na blogoesfera mandou-me o endereço de dois blogues seus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um, "Poemargens, onde publica "indiscriminadamente", sem critério aparente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; poesia da lusofonia, da Hispânia e da latino América.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Voltarei mais vezes ao seu convivo e, em breve, à sua voz poética, bem interessante por sinal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje deixo aqui este poema impressivo, duma poeta angolana, falecida, prematuramente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;PS - O texto, entre aspas e que encima este poste é da responsabilidade do meu recente amigo Zantoc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Editar postagem" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7167495554287218159&amp;amp;postID=5720673039783506286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-3183531985553609275?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3183531985553609275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3183531985553609275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3183531985553609275'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2888094310596509439</id><published>2008-07-26T16:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:54:10.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto valem duas imagens?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIs5HhvLs0I/AAAAAAAAARo/fNGrcK6RsVg/s1600-h/Zapatero_recibe_Chavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334593971729218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIs5HhvLs0I/AAAAAAAAARo/fNGrcK6RsVg/s400/Zapatero_recibe_Chavez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIs43175XvI/AAAAAAAAARg/iukBzaJIUmk/s1600-h/apreton_manos_cerrar_incidente_Chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334324515856114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIs43175XvI/AAAAAAAAARg/iukBzaJIUmk/s400/apreton_manos_cerrar_incidente_Chile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Se uma imagem vale bem cem palavras...perguntei: e quanto valem duas imagens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Neste caso em apreço, dos encontros, em Madrid, do Presidente Chavez com o Rey Juan Carlos e com o Chefe do Governo Zapatero - já sabemos. Todos os media deram a noticia: Chavez vai vender à Espanha cada barril de crude venezuelano a 100,00USD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-2888094310596509439?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2888094310596509439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2888094310596509439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2888094310596509439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2888094310596509439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/quanto-valem-duas-imagens.html' title='Quanto valem duas imagens?...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIs5HhvLs0I/AAAAAAAAARo/fNGrcK6RsVg/s72-c/Zapatero_recibe_Chavez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2236291284042885417</id><published>2008-07-26T01:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:44:55.939+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diplomacia e negócios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIpfzp9LaBI/AAAAAAAAARY/cPNf7dGfe7o/s1600-h/socrates+e+luis+amado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227095658557302802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIpfzp9LaBI/AAAAAAAAARY/cPNf7dGfe7o/s400/socrates+e+luis+amado.bmp" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;O meu amigo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Tunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e dono do blogue &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Água Lisa6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comentou esta problemática a partir dum poste que eu dediquei ao assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Desse poste isolei a parte onde, porventura, se encerrará alguma discordância entre mim e o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Tunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"não está a contar o filme exibido e que todo o mundo viu. Em Angola, Sócrates fez um elogio rasgado à política de Dos Santos e ao MPLA, com Chavez, permitiu que o venezuelano se permitisse intimidade viscosa de amigos políticos e autorizou que Kadafi o apertasse contra o peito numa representação de intimidade politicamente obscena. E Sócrates não disse uma palavrinha (de Luís Amado nada a esperar nesse sentido, pois nunca tivemos um chefe de diplomacia tão dogmatizado no “nim”, cada vez mais lembrando o cinzentismo burocrático do velho e ido Gromiko) a reafirmar os princípios da democracia, das liberdades e dos direitos humanos. Tudo foi, princípios democráticos incluídos, o que o governo português embrulhou na tecnocracia dos negócios. E é isto, não outra coisa, o que está mal. A merecer um saudável protesto, não para fazer uma manifestação a exigir a demissão do governo mas para que não se repita (e em nosso nome)." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fim de citação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Creio ser este o "ponto" em que, aparentemente, estaremos em desacordo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Não é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;No fundamental, na substância da critica e dos reparos, estou quase de acordo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;O que eu, sobretudo, não concordo é com facto de muitos comentadores (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;terá vindo mesmo a senhora Presidente do PSD dizer que mais valia o primeiro-ministro ter ido visitar PME´S do que andar de roda dos senhores dos petróleos!)&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;terem passado ao lado dos alvos das visitas do engº José Sócrates, não terem relatado os resultados "objectivos" das mesmas e terem "hipervalorizado" declarações de circunstância e de conveniência, e as manifestações de "intimidade viscosa" e "intimidade politicamente obscena".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Claro que essas "declarações" e essas "intimidades" me perturbam e desconfortam, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Quanto a Zapatero e à senhora Merkl o problema tem a ver com a importância de cada um dos seus países, com o valor de cada uma destas realidades sociais, económicas, demográficas, tecnológicas - que nos deixam a milhas da Espanha e da Alemanha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Nós só conseguimos altear a voz quando temos condições para tal. Por exemplo quando tivemos a Presidência da UE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;E, mesmo assim, fazemo-lo, sempre, com discrição e a propósito, como foi, também, o caso da senhora Merkl antes de se deslocar à latino América...e durante a estadia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Desde a crise do Rey de Espanha do &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"por que no te callas, hombre",&lt;/span&gt; quem tem intermediado nas relações NECESSÁRIAS de Zapatero com Chavez...foi, nem mais nem menos, o "nosso" José Sócrates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;A diplomacia é, nas relações externas dos Estados, o que de mais sinuoso, viscoso, inumano e surreal existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Veja-se o dossier Tibete; o dossier Birmânia;o dossier Coreia do Norte; veja-se o infindável dossier "Palestina"; veja-se o dossier Guantanamo; veja-se o dossier direitos humanos em Cuba;veja-se as FARC da Colômbia e etc; e etc; e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Não estou a querer fugir a nenhuma discussão, não estou a querer contornar nenhuma dificuldade, não estou a querer "defender", em nome da sacrossanta diplomacia económica, ou realpolitik, farsantes como Eduardo dos Santos, Chavez ou Kadafhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;O que eu quis dizer e em jeito de conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;1/ Foram deveras importantes, para o interesse nacional, as visitas de José Sócrates a Angola, à Argélia,à Venezuela (e a visita de Chavez a Portugal)e à Líbia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;2/As declarações verbais, os salamaleques, os cumprimentos e os abraços efectuados por Sócrates (não sendo do meu particular apreço e entusiasmo)foram-no de circunstância e conveniência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;3/A diplomacia tem instrumentos hierarquizados (as notas; as recomendações; as declarações conjuntas...); não me apercebi que tivessem havido "Declarações Conjuntas" e, no caso de as terem elaborado - não me apercebi de nenhum apoio "explicito" do Governo português àqueles regimes "em concreto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Foi isto que eu quis afirmar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;PS - Depois...depois, ele há o "estilo" José Sócrates que não agrada a muita gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Eu, já o afirmei, convivo melhor com os pré-socráticos, mas tenho de reconhecer que este nosso primeiro-ministro tem obtido alguns sucessos e, em particular, nas relações internacionais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Objectivamente.&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/28389141-2236291284042885417?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2236291284042885417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2236291284042885417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2236291284042885417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2236291284042885417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/diplomacia-e-negcios.html' title='Diplomacia e negócios'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIpfzp9LaBI/AAAAAAAAARY/cPNf7dGfe7o/s72-c/socrates+e+luis+amado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-6255461164604796462</id><published>2008-07-25T16:36:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:15:47.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é sexta-feira, é Verão e quase não acontece nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SInlmBMLpBI/AAAAAAAAARI/AJGEr8qByO4/s1600-h/MarxEngelsLeninStalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961283857490962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SInlmBMLpBI/AAAAAAAAARI/AJGEr8qByO4/s400/MarxEngelsLeninStalin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O anticomunismo foi coisa que andou na moda, teve o seu tempo e, de quando em vez, lá reaparece...às vezes, sob a forma de anedota.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quantos tipos de anticomunismo existem? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/Primário; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/Secundário;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/Terciário. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primário é o de direita; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o secundário é o de extrema esquerda; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o terciário...é o do Comité Central."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De autor desconhecido, século XX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-6255461164604796462?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/6255461164604796462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=6255461164604796462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6255461164604796462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/6255461164604796462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-hoje-sexta-feira-vero-e-quase-no.html' title='Porque hoje é sexta-feira, é Verão e quase não acontece nada...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SInlmBMLpBI/AAAAAAAAARI/AJGEr8qByO4/s72-c/MarxEngelsLeninStalin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-787245191735342056</id><published>2008-07-25T16:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:06:51.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma imagem vale bem cem palavras. E duas?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIndXdUpx2I/AAAAAAAAARA/TxvFy6XRfeo/s1600-h/Zapatero_recibe_Chavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226952237618153314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIndXdUpx2I/AAAAAAAAARA/TxvFy6XRfeo/s400/Zapatero_recibe_Chavez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIndJc4MtZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sOMO0DJqB94/s1600-h/apreton_manos_cerrar_incidente_Chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226951996980639122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIndJc4MtZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sOMO0DJqB94/s400/apreton_manos_cerrar_incidente_Chile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotos de ontem, dia 24 de Julho de 2008, em Espanha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os que acham que José Sócrates anda em más companhias - quererão legendar estas fotos?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-787245191735342056?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/787245191735342056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=787245191735342056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/787245191735342056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/787245191735342056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/uma-imagem-vale-bem-cem-palavras-e-duas.html' title='Uma imagem vale bem cem palavras. E duas?!...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIndXdUpx2I/AAAAAAAAARA/TxvFy6XRfeo/s72-c/Zapatero_recibe_Chavez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8605296485990770151</id><published>2008-07-25T12:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:46:20.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesse nacional, comércio internacional e boa governança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SImtOPJ3nJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ls6ovDsNTTc/s1600-h/SocratesSantosKaddafiChavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226899302637870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SImtOPJ3nJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ls6ovDsNTTc/s400/SocratesSantosKaddafiChavez.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por estes dias tem-se discutido bastante as iniciativas internacionais do eng.º Sócrates. Foi à Argélia, foi a Luanda, foi à Líbia e recebeu o Presidente eleito (digo: reeleito) da Venezuela. Portugal, faz muito tempo, tem interesses em Luanda e na Venezuela. Ultimamente tem-se aproximado de Kadhafi e da Líbia (aquando da cimeira com África durante a presidência portuguesa da UE).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas iniciativas internacionais do eng.º Sócrates visaram, sobretudo a realização de negócios: comprar matérias primas, essencialmente, hidrocarburos e vender o que temos (obras públicas estão no top das nossas contrapartidas).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estivemos, sempre, a falar de economia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca se colocaram questões ideológicas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas declarações conjuntas nunca, da parte portuguesa se verificou a mínima das manifestações de apoio aos "regimes" que cada uma destes senhores representa: Chavez, Eduardo dos Santos e Kadhafi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chavez veio á Europa. O primeiro país que visitou? Portugal. Depois foi demandar terras de Espanha, para se reunir com o Rei, que foi treinado por Franco e que foi "empossado" pelo velho ditador. Esse facto histórico tem diminuído D. Juan Carlos de Bourbon (parece que ainda é Rey do Algarve!)? Não me parece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando D. Juan Carlos mandou calar Chavez (por que estaria a chamar fascista a D. Aznar...) todas as "boas e puras almas" de democratas convictos aplaudiram o Rey. Porquê? Por que tinha posta na linha o messiânico, o bolivariano, o populista (eleito várias vezes em eleições limpas na Venezuela) Hugo Chavez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, Hugo Chavez, foi a Espanha para receber as "desculpas" do Rey da Espanha...que já foi imperial!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando misturamos flores com (...) baralhamos os tópicos, os dossiers, os planos da discussão e tuti e quanti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não temos cão caçámos com gato. Quando não temos hidrocarburos, ou gaz natural, o que fazer? Investimos em Angola, no Brasil e na Venezuela...Porquê? por que fizemos questão e aqueles países nos autorizaram. O que estamos a fazer, agora? Estamos a diversificar as dependências. Estávamos a comprar, quase exclusivamente, gaz natural à Argélia. Vamos receber gaz natural da Venezuela e também da Líbia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estamos, e bem, a investir nas energias renováveis em Portugal e, a EDP, está a investir, nesta área, nos USA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Importa fazer uma referência a uma questão central no nosso paradigma económico. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As actividades económicas não são TODAS iguais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que é que o Estado tem de ter uma Banco Comercial, a Caixa geral de Depósitos? Porque é que o Estado tem de ter o "controlo" das empresas energéticas ( GALP e EDP)? Porque é que o Estado tem de ter o controlo das Águas de Portugal e das Estradas de Portugal?Porque é que o Estado tem ter o controlo da PT/Comunicações e da RTP? Porque é que o estado tem de ter o Controlo das Barragens?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isto é todo uma debate, constantemente em cima da mesa. Os liberais, mesmo a sério, acham que há Estado a mais na economia . Os esquerdistas, sócio-marxistas, acreditam que poderia haver ainda mais Estado na Economia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É o sempre "estimulante" debate esquerda direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agora, há aspectos inquestionáveis: o interesses nacional, a defesa nacional, a soberania nacional! Há coisas que não se podem alienar para os privados. O exercício da ordem, da justiça, da emissão de moeda, da defesa nacional e, digo eu, a energia (qualquer que ela seja: fóssil, eólica, hídrica), as comunicações e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A discussão à volta dos salamaleques que o eng.º Sócrates fez aos dirigentes de Angola, Venezuela e Líbia é, mesmo e só, para fugir ao debate das bem sucedidas (ou não...) iniciativas económicas e comerciais do actual Governo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que negócios fez José Sócrates em Luanda, na Líbia e na Venezuela? Teve de se vergar à "excelência" dos regimes, das práticas políticas vigentes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Passa pela cabeça de alguém, hoje em dia, deixar de fazer negócios com os USA, porque o Bush é "semi-louco"? Passa pela cabeça de alguém, no seu perfeito juízo, dirigente de governo, ou empresário (se tiver oportunidade) deixar de fazer negócio com a China continental, a República Popular da China (porque o regime é feudal, é inumano e totalitário)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há por aí muita gente inteligente a gastar argumentos torcidos, disfuncionais e inadequados à problemática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS - Algumas perturbações históricas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na década de sessenta do século XX, quando os mineiros asturianos, sob a ditadura de Franco faziam greve, a Polónia socialista, vendia carvão a Espanha.E isto no tempo em que os campos estavam bem definidos. Hoje, com uma única (por enquanto)potência imperial, os USA, as coisas estão bastante mais baralhadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na história encontramos muitas perturbações, mesmo ao tempo de Hitler. Basta recordarmos, simplesmente, o pacto Germano-Soviético.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Misturar uma ética de pacotilha, com negócios de Estado...dá sempre mau resultado, em meu entendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8605296485990770151?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8605296485990770151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8605296485990770151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8605296485990770151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8605296485990770151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesse-nacional-comrcio.html' title='Interesse nacional, comércio internacional e boa governança.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SImtOPJ3nJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ls6ovDsNTTc/s72-c/SocratesSantosKaddafiChavez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8473087558480047979</id><published>2008-07-24T16:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:06:46.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda e sempre Robert Musil: "De La Bêtise".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIiaaiTb9XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qnt9DLNf_uA/s1600-h/robert+musil.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226597148239066482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="101" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIiaaiTb9XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qnt9DLNf_uA/s400/robert+musil.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Musil foi noticia, recentemente, em Portugal, pela muitíssimo boa tradução de João Barrento do "Homem sem Qualidades", editado pelas Edições Dom Quixote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo às voltas com o texto/conferência, apresentada em Viena a 11 de Março de 1937, que Robert Musil fez "Sobre a Estupidez". Então a besta nazi já tudo tinha corrompido, na Alemanha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o texto é de uma pré clara eficiência e actualidade. Vale por isso a pena lê-lo ou relê-lo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para recuperarmos o contacto com Musil, um pedaço mais&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fala-se hoje duma crise de confiança no humanismo, duma crise que ameaçará a confiança que todos colocamos no homem até aqui; poderíamos falar duma espécie de pânico que estaria a suceder à segurança onde nos encontrávamos ao ponto de levar a nossa barca sobre o signo da liberdade e da razão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não devemos dissimular que esses dois conceitos morais que também se alastram à moral da criação artística:liberdade e razão, conceitos que a idade clássica do cosmopolitismo alemão nos havia legado como critérios da dignidade humana,começaram a dar sinais, desde o meio do século XIX, ou um pouco mais tarde, de decrepitude. Deixaram de ter "validade", deixamos de saber o que fazer com eles; e se os deixamos secar, estiolar, o mérito é menos dos seus adversários do que dos seus defensores."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que a seguir se desenrolou todos o sabemos. A hecatombe, a Shoa, o genocídio e a barbárie que se abateu sobre a Europa e no mundo inteiro, deu ilustração cabal a este texto de Musil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8473087558480047979?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8473087558480047979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8473087558480047979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8473087558480047979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8473087558480047979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/ainda-e-sempre-robert-musil-de-la-btise.html' title='Ainda e sempre Robert Musil: &quot;De La Bêtise&quot;.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIiaaiTb9XI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qnt9DLNf_uA/s72-c/robert+musil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-4008524867505601305</id><published>2008-07-23T12:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:42:39.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reforma da Justiça e o Bastonário da Ordem dos Advogados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIcPGMQODHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0cFIObRS6q8/s1600-h/Marinho_Pinto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226162491629636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIcPGMQODHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0cFIObRS6q8/s400/Marinho_Pinto1.jpg" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;O Dr. António Marinho e Pinto, ex-jornalista, advogado e actual Bastonário da Ordem dos Advogados, tem vindo, militantemente e apoiado no seu programa de candidatura vencedora á Ordem dos Advogados, a fustigar tudo quanto, em seu entender, está mal na JUSTIÇA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Em meu entender, tem-no feito bem e de modo contundente, eficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Na blogoesfera (tirante os blogues especializados, detidos por competentes causidicos e correlativos), nos blogues generalistas ou que se dedicam à politica - tem reinado, sobre a matéria em apreço uma espécie de cortina de silêncio. As razões? Não faço a mínima das ideias, mas que me desconcerta...lá isso desconcerta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;A Justiça, ou o poder de a exercer, é um dos TRÊS poderes que o Soberano (entenda-se, hoje, o Povo) delegou: O Governo(poder executivo);O Parlamento (poder legislativo) e os Tribunais, mais os magistrados, os procuradores do ministério público,os advogados (o poder judiciário). Isto é um esquema muito simples dos poderes, aos quais acrescem ainda os aparelhos ideológicos do poder (a escola, a igreja, os partidos, e etc...), mas para a utilidade do meu argumentário basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas voltemos à vaca fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Bastonário, Marinho e Pinto tem lançado o pânico nas hostes "situacionistas" e que estão a sufocar o sistema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Em quem é que ele zurze, com certeira e ajuizada pontaria? Nos Juízes, nos tribunais e no "Sindicato" dos Magistrados!Pasme-se, um sindicato para detentores do Órgão de soberania?! Porque não um sindicato para os Ministros? E outro para os Secretários de estado?! E ainda outro para os deputados?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Bastonário, corre o inenarrável e vitalício Cluny (não confundir com o livro de Henry Miller "Les Jours tranquiles à Cluny")à vergastada e equipara, e bem, o espaço dos tribunais, ao espaço hediondo dos tribunais plenários no fascismo!Atente-se à organização dos espaço dos tribunais: O Juiz no palanque, a dominar de frente todo os espaço cénico; os advogados patrocinadores das partes, sentados lateralmente, numa quota abaixo da do Juiz; o procurador, ao fundo por trás do arguido, ou testemunha, numa quota acima dos advogados, mas ligeiramente abaixo do Juiz; o arguido ou testemunha, só, no meio do espaço vazio, objecto e centro dos olhares de todos os "actores" desta ópera bufa, apoucado, diminuído, acossado e...leva, ainda, na retaguarda com o procurador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Portanto, quando Marinho e Pinto diz que os tribunais semelham aos do fascismo, utilizados para calar, prender e diminuir os adversários do regime...tem toda a razão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Há quem sustente que a reforma da justiça, como todas as reformas de estado, ou do estado devem ser proporcionadas pelo Governo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Parece-me bem que sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No entanto é preciso preparar a opinião pública, é necessário "ganhar" ou neutralizar os actores que podem ser agentes activos da mudança, ou "contra" reformistas (os juízes, os procuradores, os advogados, os...sindicatos de todo o jaez).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Bastonário da Ordem dos Advogados, António Marinho e Pinto, tem tido uma actividade meritória na denuncia das situações, tem dado nome aos "bois" e tem arrostado com uma multitude de campanhas, algumas até visando o seu carácter e honradez. O seu estatuto actual dá-lhe visibilidade, protagonismo e isso aumenta o alcance e a proficiência das suas mensagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No site da ordem dos Advogados - deixou um extensíssimo documento que, na minha opinião é de leitura obrigatória para TODOS os que estão preocupados com o Estado, com as necessárias e urgentes Reformas e com o estado e a reforma da Justiça em Portugal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(este texto foi reduzido por mim a dia 25 de Julho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A COMPARAÇÃO ENTRE MAGISTRADOS E PIDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro tem a ver com as tentativas de intoxicação mediática a que continuaremos a estar sujeitos por parte de alguns jornais de Lisboa que durante a campanha eleitoral estiveram declaradamente a favor de um candidato derrotado. Recentemente, um tablóide lisboeta, o Diário de Notícias, chegou ao ponto de fazer uma manchete a propósito da minha remuneração, apresentando-a quase como se fosse um roubo à Ordem dos Advogados. Ou seja, uma proposta do meu programa e que fora apresentada de forma transparente durante a campanha eleitoral foi noticiada, em finais de Junho p.p., pelo Diário de Notícias, foi noticiada como se fosse um golpe oportunista do Bastonário depois de eleito. O segundo tem a ver com as notícias segundo as quais eu tinha comparado os magistrados a agentes da PIDE. É falso. O que se passou foi o que a seguir se descreve. Fui convidado pelo antigo Presidente da República, Dr. Mário Soares, para proferir uma conferência sobre a crise da Justiça, na Casa Museu João Soares, em Cortes, Leiria, a qual se realizou na passada 4ª feira, dia 9 de Julho. A conferência destinava-se sobretudo a empresários e membros da Liga de Amigos dessa Casa Museu. Os Organizadores também enviaram convites a alguns poucos Advogados, tendo comparecido cerca de uma dezena. Sintomaticamente, dois Colegas de Leiria, que tinham sido apoiantes de outro candidato nas últimas eleições, andaram a fazer pressões junto de Advogados para que não fossem a esse jantar. Pressões à parte, o jantar conferência contou com a presença de cerca de uma centena de pessoas e, ao analisar as causas da degradação que atingiu o nosso sistema judicial, apontei, como uma dessas causas, a cultura de poder dominante nos nossos tribunais, em vez de uma cultura de responsabilidade. Afirmei que, infelizmente (foi este o termo que utilizei), alguns magistrados, devido ao imenso poder que têm, preocupam-se mais em manter esse poder, preocupam-se mais serem temidos do que em serem respeitados. E disse que o mesmo se passou com os antigos agentes da PIDE/DGS nos últimos tempos do estado novo – tinham tanto poder que não se preocupavam nada com a opinião que as pessoas em geral tinham acerca deles. Foi apenas a este aspecto e que se referiu a dita comparação, sendo certo que realcei mesmo, a minha preocupação pelo facto de haver cada vez menos pessoas a respeitar os magistrados, justamente porque alguns deles estão mais interessados em que os cidadãos e até os Advogados lhes tenham medo. A badalada comparação entre magistrados e PIDES consistiu nisso e apenas nisso. O resto foi pura falsificação e manipulação. Repare-se que nunca há problemas com as declarações ou entrevistas que eu dou em directo, mesmo as mais contundentes. A polémica só surge quando as minhas posições são noticiadas ou transmitidas em diferido por alguns órgãos de informação. Temos, pois, de estar atentos porque alguns sectores estão dispostos a usar todos os meios, inclusive, a falsificação das minhas declarações para inviabilizar essas reformas. O terceiro ponto tem a ver com uma reunião conspirativa de alguns antigos Bastonários, apoiantes de um candidato a Bastonário que saiu derrotado. Alguns desses antigos Bastonários já me atacavam no próprio dia das eleições ainda antes de os votos estarem contados e outros nunca esconderam o desconforto por ter sido eleito Bastonário um Advogado que não pertence ao círculo da aristocracia tradicional de onde habitualmente saíam os candidatos vencedores. Garanto que tudo farei para sensibilizar esses ilustríssimos antigos bastonários sobre as virtudes da Democracia, principalmente das eleições livres e com voto universal e secreto. É que, como costuma dizer o nosso Colega João Pereira da Rosa (citando um antepassado seu): «qualquer homem é capaz de ganhar umas eleições; mas, para as saber perder é preciso ser-se um grande Senhor». Infelizmente na Ordem dos Advogados há muita gente que só está habituada a ganhar eleições e, por isso, não sabe perdê-las. Aliás, tem havido mais reuniões desse cariz, incluindo de membros de uma lista derrotada nas últimas eleições, provavelmente preparando-se, para aparecerem, na altura própria, para capitalizar a situação, ou seja, para me responsabilizar pela chicana que os seus apoiantes andam a fazer agora. Mas isso é matéria para desenvolver noutra ocasião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa, 14 de Julho de 2008 A. Marinho e Pinto(Bastonário)".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Está aqui tudo e mais aquilo que precisamos de saber sobre a "nossa" justiça e sobre a justiça a haver em Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Uma nota final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Será interessante tentar interpretar os "silêncios", tanto do PCP, como do BE sobre as "polémicas" declarações do Bastonário e sobre os "dossiers" que ele tem vindo a abrir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Tão lestos, ás vezes parece que estão á compita, a atirar saraivadas de pedras, zagalotes e outras munições sobre caça bem menos grossa que esta - porque não falam?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;Pode-se perceber que os Partidos situacionistas, PS e PPD/PSD não se "estiquem" nesta situação, exactamente, porque fazem parte e formatam, à vez, o sistema, mas Partidos - quase anti-sistémicos,como o PCP e o BE, porque não falam?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"&gt;O gato, neste caso, comeu-lhes a lingua? É bem possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-4008524867505601305?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/4008524867505601305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=4008524867505601305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4008524867505601305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/4008524867505601305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/reforma-da-justia-e-o-bastonrio-da.html' title='A Reforma da Justiça e o Bastonário da Ordem dos Advogados'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIcPGMQODHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0cFIObRS6q8/s72-c/Marinho_Pinto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8317206586293686221</id><published>2008-07-22T18:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:49:23.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Camus: a actualidade dum intelectual.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIYE6_-iUzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cP28wAmvWhw/s1600-h/camus+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225869829262693170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIYE6_-iUzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cP28wAmvWhw/s400/camus+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; A 10 de Dezembro de 1957 Albert Camus, francês nascido em Argélia, desloca-se à Câmara Municipal da cidade de Estocolmo para receber o prémio Nobel da Literatura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nessa ocasião profere um discurso de congratulações e agradecimentos, cuja actualidade me parece duma evidência impressionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nesse discurso, hoje classicizado como " O Discurso da Suécia", Camus reflecte sobre o oficio do escritor e do artista, sobre a sua ética e sobre o seu comprometimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Diz aí, naquele texto, uma soma de afirmativas, umas mais assertivas que outras, mas o que se pode entender como todo um programa sobre estética e cidadania: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" (...) o escritor pode encontrar o sentimento de comunidade viva que o justificará, na única condição que  aceite, e na medida em que ele o possa fazer, os dois encargos que fazem a grandeza do seu oficio: o serviço da verdade e o da liberdade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ainda falando do oficio do artista, do escritor, Camus, definitivo, sustenta:&lt;/span&gt; "Quaisquer que sejam as limitações pessoais, a nobreza do nosso oficio adquirirá raízes sempre em dois compromissos difíceis de sustentar: a recusa de mentir sobre aquilo que sabemos e a resistência à opressão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Continuando a salmodiar, quase em tom de litania, mas certeiro, continua Camus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" No mesmo lance, depois de ter falado da nobreza do oficio de escrever, coloquei o escritor no seu devido lugar; não tendo outros títulos senão aqueles que ele partilha com os seus companheiros de luta; vulnerável, mas casmurro; injusto e apaixonado pela justiça; construindo uma obra sem ódio nem orgulho, à vista de todos, sempre dividido entre a dor e a beleza, sempre destinado, enfim, a desenterrar do seu duplo ser as criações que ele tenta, obstinadamente, edificar no movimento destruidor da história. Quem, depois disto poderá esperar dele belas morais? A verdade é misteriosa e fugaz, sempre a conquistar. A liberdade é perigosa, dura para se viver e, ao mesmo tempo, exaltante. Devemos caminhar em direcção a esses dois objectivos, penosamente, mas resolutamente, certos à partida dos nossos fracassos sobre esse longo caminho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Leiam, ou releiam, este texto impressivo, tanto quanto actual, dum dos grandes intelectuais do século XX, nascido em 1913 e falecido em 1960, vitima dum estúpido acidente de viação. Igual àquele outro que vitimou, recentemente, o intelectual e cidadão polaco - Geremek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/28389141-8317206586293686221?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8317206586293686221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8317206586293686221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8317206586293686221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8317206586293686221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/albert-camus-actualidade-dum.html' title='Albert Camus: a actualidade dum intelectual.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIYE6_-iUzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cP28wAmvWhw/s72-c/camus+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3023407992190604796</id><published>2008-07-21T17:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:32:26.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Por uma carta dos direitos dos mortos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SISt3osAtOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a5sbd0bYPdI/s1600-h/ingrid+betancourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225492638983042274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SISt3osAtOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a5sbd0bYPdI/s400/ingrid+betancourt.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O titulo e a fotografia foram tomadas de empréstimo a Vítor Dias e ao seu blogue O Tempos das Cerejas, com a devida vénia e agradecimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que, no seu poste e no fundamental, Vítor Dias tem razão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como existe uma Carta Fundamental dos Direitos Humanos, deveria (essa é a proposta de Vítor Dias) haver uma Carta dos Direitos dos Mortos: dos que foram mortos em Estalinegrado, em Leninegrado, mas também dos que foram trucidados, varridos, em Dresden, em Tóquio, em Hiroshima, em Nagasaki, em Berlim, os milhões de mortos sem nome ao tempo de Estaline, as centenas de milhares que foram vilmente assassinados por Pinochet no Chile, por Varela na Argentina, por Somoza na Nicarágua, por Franco na Espanha, por Salazar (isso tratamos todos nós, mas mal...), por Pol Pot no Cambodja, pelo actual regime chinês... e a lista é infinda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou de acordo com Vítor Dias quando afirma que os militantes de esquerda assassinados pelos paramilitares e pela policia de Uribe (se foi o caso do militante do Pólo Democrático, autarca de Bogotá e sindicalista Fúquene) devem merecer a solidariedade de todos os amantes da liberdade e dos direitos humanos. Não posso estar mais de acordo com Vítor Dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No entanto acho que Vítor Dias está a exigir a Lua a Ingrid Betancourt, quando lhe pede que seja, também, a voz desses militantes de esquerda, democratas, assassinados. Que tome voz explicita por eles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingrid saiu dum longo cativeiro nas intrincáveis florestas colombianas, às mãos duma formação marxista-leninista, durante muito tempo braço armado do PC da Colômbia. Pedir-lhe que assuma, para além das dores dos seus outros (parece que são centenas...) companheiros de cativeiro, as dores dos militantes de esquerda...não sei. Parece-me, talvez, um pedaço excessivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No entanto, o que consegui, ontem, na RTP1 perceber do discurso que Ingrid Betancourt fez em Paris é que ela fez um apelo sentido, genuíno, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"à Paz e concórdia entre TODOS os colombianos, para que seja possível viver-se naquele pedaço de mundo"&lt;/span&gt; (as palavras não serão estas, rigorosamente, mas o sentido foi-o de certeza). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pediu para que se terminassem os sequestros, os raptos, os assassinatos e para que as armas se calassem...isso eu ouvi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;A Colômbia, como já o escrevi é uma equação a muitas, mesmo muitas incógnitas. Provavelmente, não terá mesmo solução. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ingrid Betancourt parece-me, genuinamente e com um capital político invejável para o fazer, empenhada em encontrar uma saída, em concórdia, pacifica, para a Colômbia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu quero acreditar que assim é. Para já, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt; tenho razões nenhumas para duvidar que assim não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;José Albergaria&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/28389141-3023407992190604796?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3023407992190604796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3023407992190604796' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3023407992190604796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3023407992190604796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/por-uma-carta-dos-direitos-dos-mortos.html' title='&quot;Por uma carta dos direitos dos mortos&quot;'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SISt3osAtOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a5sbd0bYPdI/s72-c/ingrid+betancourt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-8558661444841223288</id><published>2008-07-20T13:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:01:32.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia nasce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIMngof3m6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/edr_zndx5xw/s1600-h/maria+gabriela+llansol+na+apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225063434260290466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIMngof3m6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/edr_zndx5xw/s400/maria+gabriela+llansol+na+apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o....jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Ainda e agora, da santa da minha devoção e do meu actual altar, M. Gabriela Llansol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;O dia nasce e não veio com a realidade. è ainda simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dia sobre a chávena de café que tudo invade a partir da mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Onde pousou. estranhamente, aquele negro quente apazigua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cheira a multidão que se esfria numa só pessoa, o homem que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A visita com regularidade. O líquido desce até à borra. É o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Em que a campainha da porta se vai ouvir, mas não lhe invejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A realidade que lhe toca""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"O Começo De Um Livro É Precioso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-8558661444841223288?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/8558661444841223288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=8558661444841223288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8558661444841223288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/8558661444841223288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-dia-nasce.html' title='O dia nasce...'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIMngof3m6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/edr_zndx5xw/s72-c/maria+gabriela+llansol+na+apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-3807723916306106049</id><published>2008-07-19T20:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:08:20.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estaline, Churchill e Roosevlt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SII1JNfI_mI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qZRfdOW2eyI/s1600-h/180px-Yalta_summit_1945_with_Churchill%252C_Roosevelt%252C_Stalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224796950058565218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SII1JNfI_mI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qZRfdOW2eyI/s400/180px-Yalta_summit_1945_with_Churchill%252C_Roosevelt%252C_Stalin.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Estes três "gigantes" da politica ficaram ligados de modo severo e incontornável à 2.ª Guerra mundial, à Paz que a ela se associou, nos vários encontros a três, a dois e com outros líderes emergentes. Mas também ficaram associados a "boutades", a anedotas, a mitemas, que ainda perduram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Diz-se, por exemplo, que a partilha da Europa foi feita em Yalta. Mentira. Foi feita num encontro em Moscovo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Diz-se que foi Estaline a propor o "modo" como dividir a Europa. Inexacto. È Churchill que o faz, em Moscovo, em cima dum pequeno papel e que o estende a Estaline, sobre o qual, a lápis azul, este, apõe o seu assentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas, e aqui fica a anedota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Na Cimeira de Teerão, realizada entre Novembro e Dezembro de 1943, após um intervalo das conversações e no reencontro dos três líderes, na abertura da sessão, Churchill terá dito: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Sonhei que era o senhor do mundo"&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E eu, sonhei que era o senhor do universo&lt;/span&gt;", teria declarado Roosevelt. Este, virando-se para Estaline: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"E o senhor, o que sonhou?"&lt;/span&gt;. Resposta pronta do Czar da Rússia:"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu sonhei que não ratificava as vossas nomeações".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&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/28389141-3807723916306106049?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/3807723916306106049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=3807723916306106049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3807723916306106049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/3807723916306106049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/estaline-churchill-e-roosevlt.html' title='Estaline, Churchill e Roosevlt.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SII1JNfI_mI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qZRfdOW2eyI/s72-c/180px-Yalta_summit_1945_with_Churchill%252C_Roosevelt%252C_Stalin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-1036447246383019896</id><published>2008-07-19T18:08:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:49:22.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis Estreitos, seis Estrangulamentos, Cinco mil anos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIISIIV2odI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gZwwKKTDXoI/s1600-h/ormuz+visto+da+nasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758448590594514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIISIIV2odI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gZwwKKTDXoI/s320/ormuz+visto+da+nasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIIR7kWQkeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_UfsP8txEP8/s1600-h/Bosforo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758232770187746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIIR7kWQkeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_UfsP8txEP8/s320/Bosforo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIIR0wDje3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YqDBRBHzxEE/s1600-h/250px-StraitOfMalacca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758115653876594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIIR0wDje3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YqDBRBHzxEE/s320/250px-StraitOfMalacca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Os estreitos de Malaca, Ormuz e do Bósforo, integram com os do Panamá, Suez e Bab-El-Mandeb os seis "ferolhos", "chokepoints", por onde circulam a quase totalidade da "commodity" essencial da nossa vida actual: o petróleo, o crude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;os gigantescos petroleiros que demandam os portos da nossa "civilização" circulam, quase todos, por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Para termos uma ideia do que ocorre em cada um destes estreitos, os números falam por si:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;1/ Canal do Panamá - 0,5 milhões de barris/dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;2/ Canal do Bósforo - 2,4 milhões de barris/dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;3/Canal do Suez - 3,3milhões de barris/dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;4/Bab-El-Mandeb - 4,5 milhões de barris/dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;5/Malaca - 15 milhões de barris/dia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;6/Ormuz - 17 milhões de barris/dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Já o nosso D. Manuel I instruía o Leão dos Mares, o grande Almirante, Afonso de Albuquerque, nos primórdios do século XVI para controlar, exactamente, Malaca (há pouco promovida a património mundial), Ormuz e Aden, nas proximidades de Bab-El-Mandeb. O Almirante desincunbiu-se de todas as ordens, menos de Aden: esta nunca conseguiu tomar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;O que é deveras singular é que há, aproximadamente, cinco mil anos que as grandes "commodity" passam quase todos estes lugares. O ciclo do incenso, 2500 anos a.C; depois, a seda que chegava à Roma imperial através do Pacifico, Índico, Mar Vermelho ou Golfo Pérsico e Mediterrâneo (desde Alexandria até à "bota", futura Itália); mais tarde, bastante depois, foram as especiarias, controladas pela "entente" que integrava os egípcios, os mamelucos e Veneza; Portugal, com "Plano Índia" baralhou as rotas e, finalmente, a Holanda, já no século VII. Num lapso curto de tempo dominou um ciclo da prata dominado pelo império espanhol das Américas. A partir de 1700 emerge uma cabaz de novas "commodity" que faria o triunfo dos ingleses:café, açúcar, chá, algodão e ópio. Já no nosso século XX assistimos ao ciclo do petróleo e à emergência dos USA como potência hegemónica. Muitas das rotas de hoje são decalcadas das da seda ou das especiarias e os "gargalos" estratégicos continuam a ser os mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Percebe-se, quem não queira fechar os olhos, entre outras coisas importantes, o que significa, neste concerto , o Estreito do Bósforo e o de Dardanelos, que ligam o Mar negro ao Mar Egeu . Por aqui passam, todos os anos, 50 mil barcos e 5 500 petroleiros. No seu ponto mais estreito apenas 700 metros separam as suas margens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A integração da Turquia na UE, em meu entendimento, não será só um desígnio histórico, civilizacional para nós europeus, mas para os nossos interesses energéticos imediatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Geremek, político e académico polaco,falecido faz pouco tempo, num estúpido acidente de viação, dizia uma coisa deveras interessante: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Já construímos a Europa. Agora precisamos de construir os europeus". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;É óbvio que vai ser difícil fazer dos turcos europeus. Mas façamos, pelo menos, da Turquia uma parte fundamental da Europa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;PS - As fotografias são dos estreitos de Ormuz, Malaca e Bósforo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-1036447246383019896?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/1036447246383019896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=1036447246383019896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1036447246383019896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/1036447246383019896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/cinco-estreitos-seis-estrangulamentos.html' title='Seis Estreitos, seis Estrangulamentos, Cinco mil anos.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIISIIV2odI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gZwwKKTDXoI/s72-c/ormuz+visto+da+nasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-2163826990893718799</id><published>2008-07-18T13:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:07:34.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenine e o terror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIB-8Z59L8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/RKJHoEvj9uY/s1600-h/lenine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224315143960997826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIB-8Z59L8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/RKJHoEvj9uY/s400/lenine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insiste-se, aqui e acolá, menos hoje que ontem, mas ainda assim, que o verdadeiro terror na Rússia Bolchevique é inaugurado por Estaline, o "pai dos povos".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num livro interessante, que ando a dedilhar, de Marc Ferro, vem um pedaço duma carta do chefe da revolução, Lenine a Zinoviev, um dos brilhantes intelectuais bolcheviques sobre este tema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Junho de 1918, manifestando a sua inquietação face ao aumento do terror, a Tchecka ( os seus dirigentes máximos...) sugeria reter o braço dos seus promotores, exactamente, a própria Tcheka! Isto é só, aparentemente, contraditório. Lenine escreve então a Zinoviev, primeiro responsável pela Tcheka em Petrogrado:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Protesto firmemente. Comprometemo-nos; ao passo que não hesitamos, nas nossas resoluções, em ameaçar com o terror de massas os deputados dos sovietes, quando se trata de passar aos actos refreamos a iniciativa revolucionária das massas, inteiramente fundamentada. Não é possível. Os terroristas vão considerar-nos uns papa-açordas. É preciso encorajar a energia e a natureza de massas do terror, particularmente em Petrogrado, cujo exemplo tem de ser decisivo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O comentário de Marca Ferro é significativo e, ao mesmo tempo, feroz para Lenine:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Uma atitude que anuncia a posição de Hitler a respeito dos massacres."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu, pessoalmente, dispenso-me de quaisquer comentários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-2163826990893718799?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/2163826990893718799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=2163826990893718799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2163826990893718799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/2163826990893718799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/lenine-e-o-terror.html' title='Lenine e o terror.'/><author><name>Aqueduto Livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03101589093851450765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SKWu4FTeHEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py6oryDBoCg/S220/lopo+soares+de+albergaria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SIB-8Z59L8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/RKJHoEvj9uY/s72-c/lenine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28389141.post-5309957452731428432</id><published>2008-07-17T21:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:28:36.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A. Teixeira e a metáfora da Torre de Pisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SH-aJaEa5VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DZON6X7MOfo/s1600-h/TorredePisa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224063579180426578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9T6o6RfUY/SH-aJaEa5VI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DZON6X7MOfo/s400/TorredePisa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Para mim, tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu sempre gostei duma boa discussão...mesmo até duma má, que é o que esta está a tornar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Vamos aos factos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu, faz tempo, sou leitor diário do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogue&lt;/span&gt; de A. Teixeira, o Herdeiro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aécio&lt;/span&gt;. O que tenho lido, ultimamente, nesse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogue&lt;/span&gt; tem sido do meu gosto, tem-me dado satisfação e muita, mesmo muita informação, de qualidade e rigorosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Espantou-me, pois, a pouca qualidade, a falta de rigor e um tom algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preconceituoso&lt;/span&gt; do poste o "Ego de César". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu posso dizer "mal" de tala ou tal pessoa, mas, habitualmente, sempre, argumento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Não gosto de Manuel Alegre, mas não sendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preconceituoso&lt;/span&gt; - argumento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sou mais dado aos pré-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;socráticos&lt;/span&gt;, mas tal não me impede de, aqui ou acolá, acolher com bondade algumas políticas do eng-º Sócrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Agora, o A. Teixeira pega-me pela forma, gasta quase todos os adjectivos que se arremessam aos "inimigos" e tenta "assassinar-me" imputando-me um mau carácter e má educação... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, homem, benza-o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deus&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt; os santos e de todas as igrejas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu, "casca grossa"?, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grandiloquente&lt;/span&gt;"?, "malcriado"?"vaidoso"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas estou a ir na sua onda...que não leva a porto algum e, o que, verdadeiramente, importa (se isso lhe importar a si!) é a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Não sei quem é, nem isso lhe importa, porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; pede para ser avaliado pelos conteúdos dos seus postes. Foi o que tentei fazer e...você não gostou. Paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Já comentei postes seus, pela positiva e até com sugestões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;O que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interessa&lt;/span&gt; não é agradar-lhe ou estar de acordo consigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Agora, para que saiba, não gosto que me insultem! É uma questão de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; e de educação: não lhe parece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas vamos ao que interessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Se, como diz, na metáfora de Pisa, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt; comentar o programa da Moura Pinheiro, sobre as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;similitudes&lt;/span&gt; entre a UE e o Império Romano ( e, eu, acredito...) - o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt;, então, fazer?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;No poste " O Ego de César" falou da Moura Pinheiro, falou do Programa, em geral, falou daquele em concreto (referiu-se ao tema e a pouco mais), falou dos dois convidados. De um, o menos, mediático, disse bem; do outro, mais mediático, não só disse mal, como o tentou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arrasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Denega-me a mim, A. Teixeira, o direito e a exigência, de discordar de si e de concluir, não expressamente, que a única coisa que você tentou fazer (naquele seu poste) foi um "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;assassinato&lt;/span&gt; de carácter" ao Professor Universitário José Medeiros Ferreira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Argumente em contrário, se for capaz e se estiver, claro, interessado nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trocadilhos, salamaleques, ironia a roçar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;maledicência&lt;/span&gt;, quem, na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blogoesfera&lt;/span&gt;, não foi já acometido por essa doença infantil? Você, não? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sorte a&lt;/span&gt; sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E como você optou por me zurzir na forma, no tom, e partir de leituras da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;intertextualidade do meu poste&lt;/span&gt;, lá perdemos uma boa oportunidade, para uma boa discussão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu tenho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;responsabilidades&lt;/span&gt; neste desfecho? Claro que sim, Sou quase neófito na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;blogoesfera&lt;/span&gt;. Isso faz de mim, por vezes, incompetente e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;canhestro&lt;/span&gt;, mas nunca "casca grossa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aceite, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;quiser&lt;/span&gt;, os protestos da minha consideração pelo seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;blogue&lt;/span&gt; e por, quase todos os postes que me foram dados ler no Herdeiro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Aécio&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;José Albergaria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28389141-5309957452731428432?l=aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/feeds/5309957452731428432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28389141&amp;postID=5309957452731428432' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5309957452731428432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28389141/posts/default/5309957452731428432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aqueduto-livre.blogspot.com/2008/07/terixeira-e-metfora-da-torre-de-pisa.html' title='A. 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