<?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-12002953</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:19:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha que não</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112721078909521137</id><published>2005-09-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:06:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112721078909521137?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112721078909521137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112721078909521137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/09/fim.html' title='Fim'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112672098495373105</id><published>2005-09-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:05:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o amor é surdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Não sei quem é que te enfiou essa ideia na cabeça. Tu és muito bom a falar ao telefone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112672098495373105?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112672098495373105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112672098495373105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-amor-surdo.html' title='o amor é surdo'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112603015994611707</id><published>2005-09-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:09:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do prestígio do dr. Santana no país profundo</title><content type='html'>Aldeia da Longueira. Litoral Alentejano. Animação nocturna por conta de uma sucursal do circo Davide Cardinale. Entram os palhaços: &lt;br /&gt;- Ontem estive na Lua. &lt;br /&gt;- A sério, Batata? Então foste o primeiro palhaço a chegar à lua.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, quando cheguei, já lá estava o Santana Lopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112603015994611707?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112603015994611707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112603015994611707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-prestgio-do-dr-santana-no-pas.html' title='do prestígio do dr. Santana no país profundo'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112603003918804670</id><published>2005-09-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:07:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iberismo</title><content type='html'>Soube hoje que, confrontado com a venda da TVI ao grupo Prisa, o Dr. Alberto João Jardim disse tratar-se da concretização do velho sonho judaico-maçónico, a União Ibérica. Mas, na realidade, esse sonho já foi concretizado há muito. Foi a conclusão a que cheguei quando, há uma semana, em Vila Nova de Mil Fontes, ouvi a língua que os carros de som utilizavam para anunciar a programação do Circo Cardinale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112603003918804670?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112603003918804670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112603003918804670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/09/iberismo.html' title='Iberismo'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112533520925453620</id><published>2005-08-29T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:08:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kybele.psych.cornell.edu/~edelman/Psych-465/whereswaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://kybele.psych.cornell.edu/~edelman/Psych-465/whereswaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boonism.com/images/funnyflash/Where%20Is%20Waldo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a &lt;a href="http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/"&gt;I.&lt;/a&gt;, como quem diz até já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112533520925453620?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112533520925453620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112533520925453620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/onde-est_29.html' title='Onde está?'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112524186778496361</id><published>2005-08-28T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T08:11:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CMC</title><content type='html'>Há um ano, &lt;a href="http://desejocasar.blogspot.com"&gt;desejava casar&lt;/a&gt;. Ontem, casou-se mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112524186778496361?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112524186778496361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112524186778496361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/cmc.html' title='CMC'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112505447243141520</id><published>2005-08-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T04:10:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>«Apenas»?</title><content type='html'>Ouvi hoje, na &lt;a href="http://tsf.pt"&gt;TSF&lt;/a&gt;, que, de acordo com um estudo internacional, as medicinas alternativas não servem para nada, na medida em que actuam «&lt;em&gt;apenas a nível psicológico&lt;/em&gt;».&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112505447243141520?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112505447243141520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112505447243141520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/apenas.html' title='«Apenas»?'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112505429871643694</id><published>2005-08-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T04:32:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemanship (2)</title><content type='html'>- Foi no dia do funeral do teu avô que comeste a tua prima, não foi?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, foi no dia do funeral do meu tio. O meu avô era muito conservador.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois, um homem deve comportar-se nos funerais de acordo com a ideologia do morto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112505429871643694?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112505429871643694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112505429871643694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/gentlemanship-2.html' title='Gentlemanship (2)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112505400693823822</id><published>2005-08-26T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T04:00:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemanship (1)</title><content type='html'>Era tão educado que até a dormir cruzava as pernas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112505400693823822?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112505400693823822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112505400693823822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/gentlemanship-1.html' title='Gentlemanship (1)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112496989681674458</id><published>2005-08-25T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T04:38:16.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e o magrebe ali tão perto (2)</title><content type='html'>de um sms: «&lt;em&gt;Estou deitado em tapetes persas a fumar tabaco com sabor a rosa por uma mangueira. A música é oriental. Isto é fortíssimo&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112496989681674458?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112496989681674458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112496989681674458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-magrebe-ali-to-perto-2.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-magrebe-ali-to-perto.html&quot;&gt;e o magrebe ali tão perto &lt;/a&gt;(2)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112489202714602839</id><published>2005-08-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:00:27.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e o magrebe ali tão perto</title><content type='html'>Em S. Petersburgo, o preço de uma pequena viagem de táxi começa nos 700 rublos e, com jeito, acaba nos 300.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112489202714602839?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112489202714602839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112489202714602839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-magrebe-ali-to-perto.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-magrebe-ali-to-perto.html&quot;&gt;e o magrebe ali tão perto&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112489186977160552</id><published>2005-08-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T06:57:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Pós-soviética</title><content type='html'>- I don’t know how they cope with mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I don’t know how they cope with Russian house music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112489186977160552?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112489186977160552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112489186977160552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/vida-ps-sovitica.html' title='Vida Pós-soviética'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112480662787345143</id><published>2005-08-23T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:26:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dostoievski's drinking tour</title><content type='html'>Primeiro, Felicity chamou-me «party animal». Depois, confessou-me que estava a beber cerveja pela primeira vez na vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112480662787345143?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112480662787345143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112480662787345143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/dostoievskis-drinking-tour.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.peterswalk.com/dostoyevsky.html&quot;&gt;Dostoievski&apos;s drinking tour&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112480529839159361</id><published>2005-08-23T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:03:10.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.scantours.com/images/Russia/Cathedral%20of%20the%20Resurrection.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland avant la lettre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112480529839159361?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112480529839159361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112480529839159361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/disneyland-avant-la-lettre.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112472846806809828</id><published>2005-08-22T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:24:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(E o CDS era por uma sociedade sem classes</title><content type='html'>«&lt;em&gt;Não tenho dúvidas de que o Belenenses está em consonância com a revolução e considera que, acima de tudo, é ao serviço de um Portugal efectivamente socialista (e não social democrata) que pensa e organiza todas as suas actividades. Não, a contra-revolução não entrará no nosso país através do Belenenses&lt;/em&gt;…»&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Sérgio, Vice-presidente do Clube de Futebol Os Belenenses, O Século, 22.8.1975. Recordado hoje, trinta anos depois, por &lt;a href="http://publico.pt"&gt;Adelino Gomes&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112472846806809828?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112472846806809828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112472846806809828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-o-cds-era-por-uma-sociedade-sem.html' title='(E o CDS era por uma sociedade sem classes'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112472667724379469</id><published>2005-08-22T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:04:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há duas semanas acordei assim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.guggenheimlasvegas.org/images/hermitage_worksonview/HERM22_lv_lg.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Nymphe et le satyre&lt;/em&gt;. Henri Matisse, no &lt;a href="http://www.hermitagemuseum.org/"&gt;Hermitage&lt;/a&gt;, St. Petersburg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112472667724379469?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112472667724379469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112472667724379469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/h-duas-semanas-acordei-assim.html' title='Há duas semanas acordei assim:'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112444479829719577</id><published>2005-08-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:03:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da série "perguntas difíceis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="35%"src="http://www.vugames.com/resource/dynfile/screenshot/large/Horse-PC-screen1-lg.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you want to ride?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta de uma jovem russa, a cavalo, na Avenida Nevsky. S. Petersburgo, 10 de Agosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112444479829719577?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112444479829719577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112444479829719577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/da-srie-perguntas-difceis.html' title='da série &quot;perguntas difíceis&quot;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112444389091637902</id><published>2005-08-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:41:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leninegrado (2)</title><content type='html'>- O Lenine dizia que a alegria é revolucionária.&lt;br /&gt;- A propósito, ontem li que o Trotsky foi apanhado na cama com a mulher do Lenine. &lt;br /&gt;- Pois, era a concretização do conceito de revolução permanente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112444389091637902?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112444389091637902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112444389091637902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/leninegrado-2.html' title='Leninegrado (2)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112444358624450095</id><published>2005-08-19T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:05:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leninegrado (1)</title><content type='html'>Admito que tenham falhado no Homem Novo, mas parece-me que acertaram na Mulher Nova.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112444358624450095?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112444358624450095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112444358624450095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/leninegrado-1.html' title='Leninegrado (1)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112435770209654499</id><published>2005-08-18T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:35:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A amante estónia</title><content type='html'>(da série "personagens para a literatura do século XXI")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112435770209654499?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112435770209654499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112435770209654499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/amante-estnia.html' title='A amante estónia'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112435764167303149</id><published>2005-08-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T08:44:26.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallinn</title><content type='html'>Sempre que ouvia alguém a falar em português sacava da pistola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112435764167303149?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112435764167303149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112435764167303149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/tallinn.html' title='Tallinn'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112435754948855797</id><published>2005-08-18T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:32:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois países, um sistema</title><content type='html'>Quase metade da população da Estónia é russa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112435754948855797?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112435754948855797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112435754948855797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/dois-pases-um-sistema.html' title='Dois países, um sistema'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112430363134200145</id><published>2005-08-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:33:51.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Báltica</title><content type='html'>Título para uma resposta de esquerda à &lt;a href="http://www.revista-atlantico.com.pt/"&gt; revista Atlântico&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112430363134200145?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112430363134200145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112430363134200145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/bltica.html' title='A Báltica'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112430329206767939</id><published>2005-08-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:54:21.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helsínquia (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="25%"src="http://mantravibes.net/dupa/images/image15.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen disse uma vez que o mundo se dividia entre os miseráveis e os horríveis. Esqueceu-se dos finlandeses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112430329206767939?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112430329206767939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112430329206767939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/helsnquia-2.html' title='Helsínquia (2)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112430288192556185</id><published>2005-08-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:30:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helsínquia (1)</title><content type='html'>Segundo o guia Lonely Planet, é em Helsínquia que se encontram os melhores restaurantes russos. Isto faz todo o sentido. Ao contrário dos russos, os finlandeses têm não só as condições subjectivas como também as objectivas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112430288192556185?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112430288192556185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112430288192556185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/helsnquia-1.html' title='Helsínquia (1)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112350326935551467</id><published>2005-08-08T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T05:15:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paredes brancas 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weinstein.com/matisse/HM0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://www.weinstein.com/matisse/HM0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadador.&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado com &lt;a href="http://paisrelativo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_paisrelativo_archive.html#105938917144305419"&gt;esta obra de arte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112350326935551467?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112350326935551467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112350326935551467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/paredes-brancas-3_08.html' title='Paredes brancas 3'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112326485161382300</id><published>2005-08-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:07:41.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouve-se: ministro acústico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://multimedia.fnac.com/multimedia/images_produits/grandes/6/2/5/0685738093526.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="235" alt="" src="http://multimedia.fnac.com/multimedia/images_produits/grandes/6/2/5/0685738093526.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southamericanway.com/covers/sm/acdgg94br.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a um presente que, espero, tenha sido comprado sem desconto de um certo cartão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112326485161382300?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112326485161382300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112326485161382300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouve-se-ministro-acstico.html' title='ouve-se: ministro acústico'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112300845489108229</id><published>2005-08-02T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:48:35.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paredes brancas 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yanous.com/tribus/moteur/img/Lacolumna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.yanous.com/tribus/moteur/img/Lacolumna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podendo tê-lo(s) na minha parede estarei eu em Londres num fim de semana antes de Outubro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112300845489108229?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112300845489108229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112300845489108229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/paredes-brancas-2.html' title='Paredes brancas 2'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112299765735072398</id><published>2005-08-02T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:48:05.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Papelaria&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uns dias recebi um simpático e provocatório presente comprado na Papelaria Fernandes com um desconto de sócio do Benfica. Parece que há lojas sérias associadas às ideias de Luís Filipe Vieira. A Papelaria Fernandes perdeu uma cliente e eu vou comprar cadernos e canetas para outras paragens. Aceitam-se sugestões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112299765735072398?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112299765735072398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112299765735072398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/procura-se.html' title='Procura-se'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112298376037503188</id><published>2005-08-02T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:23:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paredes brancas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vide.pl/static/images/330x330/12134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand" height="329" alt="" src="http://www.vide.pl/static/images/330x330/12134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos metros quadrados de paredes brancas por preencher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112298376037503188?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112298376037503188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112298376037503188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/paredes-brancas.html' title='Paredes brancas'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112289646390921992</id><published>2005-08-01T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:00:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não esquecer:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="40%"src="http://www.hyuksang.com/wp/wp-content/images/DSCN1895.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112289646390921992?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112289646390921992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112289646390921992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-esquecer.html' title='Não esquecer:'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112286427368482252</id><published>2005-07-31T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:16:36.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperem por ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="25%"src="http://genealogia.sapo.pt/images/pessoas/pes_141555.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Mário Soares uma vez disse-me "Na vida as pessoas que se safam são as que são como os gatos: fazem e tapam logo". Eu não sou como os gatos, não tenho essa arte.&lt;/em&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Santana Lopes, Expresso, 30 de Julho de 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas coisas me fariam adiar as férias. Uma entrevista de vida de Pedro Santana Lopes é uma delas. Na última edição do Expresso, à beira dos 50 anos, Santana faz novas revelações sobre o seu tema de sempre: claro, ele próprio e a sua circunstância. &lt;br /&gt;Pedro Miguel de Santana Lopes nasceu em Lisboa, em 1956, no seio de uma família «&lt;em&gt;remediada&lt;/em&gt;». «&lt;em&gt;A minha mãe veio de famílias com mais história, a do meu pai era mais operária&lt;/em&gt;». No fundo, Santana Lopes é um produto da história do movimento operário. Da infância, Santana recorda com nostalgia o externato que frequentou. «&lt;em&gt;Era muito engraçado, porque era só para rapazes, mas tinha três raparigas. Cada vez que tocavam à porta elas iam a correr para a despensa por causa da inspecção do ministério da Educação. Nunca me hei-de esquecer&lt;/em&gt;!» Sim, aquelas tardes passadas na despensa... &lt;br /&gt;Por volta dos vinte anos, Santana Lopes e o seu amigo Zé Manel (Durão Barroso) foram viver juntos. «&lt;em&gt;Juntos salvo seja&lt;/em&gt;», sublinha Santana, como se isso fosse necessário. «&lt;em&gt;Ajudávamo-nos muito um ao outro. Eu mais na parte dos ovos, ele mais nos arrozes&lt;/em&gt;». Nessa altura, os dois companheiros já viajavam muito por essa Europa, em «&lt;em&gt;actividades políticas&lt;/em&gt;». No entanto, fosse qual fosse o destino, faziam sempre escala em Madrid. Tinham lá «&lt;em&gt;duas amigas enfermeiras&lt;/em&gt;»: a Mari Carmen e a Pilar. «&lt;em&gt;Como nos esquecíamos do apelido delas, era sempre o mesmo drama: o hospital tinha pisos que nunca mais acabavam e nós tínhamos que fazer os andares todos à procura delas&lt;/em&gt;». A «Guida» (Margarida Sousa Uva, então namorada e actual mulher do Zé Manel) é capaz de não compreender isto, mas eu compreendo perfeitamente. Uma noite, também eu conheci uma enfermeira espanhola num bar do Bairro Alto. Esqueci-me não só do apelido como também do primeiro nome. Ainda hoje ando à procura dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Santana Lopes. A este nome associamos logo revistas do coração e vida social. «&lt;em&gt;Estou em exposição permanente desde os 23 anos&lt;/em&gt;», confessa. Sucede que, ao contrário do que se possa pensar, ele não gosta particularmente da vida que leva. Mas não é precisamente essa vida «&lt;em&gt;sempre em festa que atrai toda essa gente do teatro &lt;/em&gt;[que a gente vê nas campanhas]?», pergunta o Expresso. A resposta de Santana não é muito convincente: «&lt;em&gt;A Eunice Muñoz tem idade de andar sempre em festas? Ou a senhora dona Mariana Rey Monteiro&lt;/em&gt;?». É que sobre a Eunice Muñoz eu não sei nada, mas, há uns anos, numa rave ali para os lados de Coimbra, uma amiga minha disse-me que estava a ver a dona Mariana Rey Monteiro a dançar em cima das colunas. &lt;br /&gt;Esta fama de Pedro Santana Lopes deve-se, como é óbvio, à sua relação com «&lt;em&gt;uma senhora de que há bocado falámos com quem vivi sete anos&lt;/em&gt;.» Exactamente: Cinha Jardim. A relação foi sempre algo atribulada. É o próprio Santana que o dá a entender. Quando se conheceram, essa «&lt;em&gt;senhora de que há bocado falámos com quem vivi sete anos&lt;/em&gt;» atreveu-se a inquirir «o Pedro» sobre «&lt;em&gt;um carro que teria levantado num stand e devolvido meses depois sem pagar&lt;/em&gt;». O método utilizado por Santana Lopes na reacção a esta pertinente questão levantada por Cinha constitui a resposta definitiva para aqueles que ainda não tenham percebido «qual é o segredo do gajo». Se não, vejamos: «&lt;em&gt;Eu ouvi uma vez, ouvi duas e um dia cheguei a casa e disse "senta-te aqui". Como eu guardo tudo, mostrei-lhe os recibos, mês a mês. Ela já chorava e pedia "já não quero ouvir mais", e eu dizia, "não ainda só vamos em 1986. Vais ver mês a mês que é para nunca mais falares da história"&lt;/em&gt;».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pense, contudo, que nesta entrevista não se falou de política. O Expresso também perguntou a Santana «&lt;em&gt;qual foi o político estrangeiro que mais o marcou&lt;/em&gt;?». A resposta foi imediata: «&lt;em&gt;Bill Clinton (risos). A sociedade americana é de um puritanismo falso, que dá espectáculos sórdidos, mas depois aquele assumir a dois foi de facto um espectáculo único&lt;/em&gt;». Assim sendo, sem um Kenneth Starr pela frente, Santana veio fazer um bonito «&lt;em&gt;assumir a dois&lt;/em&gt;» no Expresso. E não há dúvida que, à sua maneira, esta entrevista também foi «&lt;em&gt;um espectáculo único&lt;/em&gt;». Não só pelo que ficou registado atrás, como também pelo que veio acrescentar à história daqueles quatro meses que mudaram o país, um «&lt;em&gt;espectáculo sórdido&lt;/em&gt;» para uns, um «&lt;em&gt;espectáculo único&lt;/em&gt;» para quase todos. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou com a leitura do discurso de tomada de posse, no dia 17 de Julho de 2004. Se fosse hoje, o ex-primeiro-ministro teria falado de improviso. Só não o fez porque «&lt;em&gt;depois há partes que é obrigatório ler, como a política externa&lt;/em&gt;», e toda a gente sabe o que acontece quando Santana se põe a falar de improviso sobre política externa. Mesmo assim, com os papéis à frente, «&lt;em&gt;Eu só via a cara do Ministro dos Negócios Estrangeiros a olhar para mim quando viu que saltei uma folhas... Foi uma cena pavorosa. O horror, o horror&lt;/em&gt;.» Igualmente intrigante, nessa cerimónia, foi a expressão de surpresa manifestada pelo «Ministro de Estado, da Defesa Nacional e dos Assuntos do Mar». «&lt;em&gt;Sabem como ele é com as caras dele&lt;/em&gt;?», justifica-se Santana. O Expresso insiste, quer saber mais. Santana não foge à pergunta; é como aquela música: "easy like sunday morning". «&lt;em&gt;Foi público que houve a hipótese de Paulo Portas sair da Defesa na altura&lt;/em&gt;». Por outras palavras, Portas estava com cara de quem não sabia ao que ia. Ainda assim, o momento mais emocionante da sua passagem pela chefia do governo de Portugal terá sido «&lt;em&gt;o dia em que cheguei da ONU, onde estive com Bush e Kofi Annan, e fui ao enterro do pai de um amigo meu e fiz questão de ir ter com a minha professora primária. Estive à conversa com ela durante uma hora, era primeiro-ministro, mas fui lá como aluno&lt;/em&gt;». Aliás, o problema de Santana foi basicamente esse: ele era primeiro-ministro, mas, frequentemente, «&lt;em&gt;ia lá como aluno&lt;/em&gt;». Um dia, em Dezembro de 2004, foi ao Palácio de Belém como primeiro-ministro e saiu de lá como ex-.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim. Injusta. E este homem, que deu tudo ao PPD/PSD, agora é maltratado pela direcção do seu próprio partido. Santana refere-se mesmo «&lt;em&gt;aos do Santo Ofício&lt;/em&gt;», uma nova versão da "Spanish Inquisition" dos Monty Python, que, alegadamente, tomou de assalto o PPD/PSD. O vice-presidente Azevedo Soares é uma espécie de Cardinal Ximenez of Spain, só que sobre esse Santana não fala: «&lt;em&gt;porque foi meu chefe de gabinete e porque se falasse era uma maçada&lt;/em&gt;...» É uma pena, mas fica para a próxima. «&lt;em&gt;Esperem por mim&lt;/em&gt;», avisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112286427368482252?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112286427368482252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112286427368482252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/esperem-por-ele.html' title='Esperem por ele'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112265765795741162</id><published>2005-07-29T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:42:51.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido,</title><content type='html'>Quem remodela o blog sou eu: feminista e decoradora. Espero que estejamos entendidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112265765795741162?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112265765795741162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112265765795741162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/querido.html' title='Querido,'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112258963033008587</id><published>2005-07-29T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:28:01.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(antes de ir de férias)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/lisboa-nova-iorque.html"&gt;Querida&lt;/a&gt;, remodelei o blogue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112258963033008587?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258963033008587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258963033008587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/antes-de-ir-de-frias.html' title='(antes de ir de férias)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112258929342047155</id><published>2005-07-29T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:19:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go East</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="35%"src="http://www.moskva.ee/orb.aw/class=image/action=show/fastcall=1/file=178d35525233936536352923900fea2c.pjpeg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is peaceful there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112258929342047155?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258929342047155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258929342047155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-east.html' title='Go East'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112258805196834923</id><published>2005-07-28T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:16:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O gosto dos outros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="20%"src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/35/50/92/18406621.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Já vi esse filme quando estive em Madrid. É muito mau: pornografia com concertos de brit-pop pelo meio.&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, posta a coisa nesses termos, não me ocorre combinação mais perfeita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A propósito: se aguentarem o filme até ao fim, não percam a seguir o debate "As fronteiras entre o cinema de autor e o cinema pornográfico". Esta sessão-debate realiza-se na próxima terça-feira, a partir das 22 horas, no cinema King. João Lopes, Pedro Mexia e João Miguel Tavares também vão lá estar, acompanhados por uma sexóloga inesquecível: a Doutora Erika Morbeck.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112258805196834923?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258805196834923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258805196834923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-gosto-dos-outros.html' title='O gosto dos outros'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112258710732832237</id><published>2005-07-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:22:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine, o carro assassino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="40%"src="http://starophile.free.fr/wallpapers/christine_alexandra_paul_002.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, I hate rock n'roll.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Ciclo: "O Cinema e as Máquinas Malucas", Cinemateca, Sala Luís de Pina, 22h)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112258710732832237?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258710732832237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112258710732832237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/christine-o-carro-assassino.html' title='Christine, o carro assassino'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112205198435399003</id><published>2005-07-22T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:44:06.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (número zero revisitado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.indelibleinc.com/kubrick/films/ews/images/ews12.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a moment in Eyes Wide Shut, as Bill Harford is lying to his wife over a cellphone from a prostitute's apartment, when we see a textbook in the foreground titled Introducing Sociology.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tal facto deixou o &lt;a href="http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_a-praia_archive.html#106929819049289696"&gt;Ivan&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a href="http://www.visual-memory.co.uk/amk/doc/0096.html"&gt;Tim Kreider &lt;/a&gt;compreensivelmente impressionados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112205198435399003?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112205198435399003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112205198435399003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-nmero-zero.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (número zero revisitado)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112204970043939515</id><published>2005-07-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:33:37.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="35%"src="http://www.humnet.ucla.edu/humnet/spanport/brasil/copa.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devíamos &lt;a href="http://pedroadaoesilva.blogspot.com/2005/07/passar-mais-tempo-na-praia.html"&gt;passar mais tempo na praia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112204970043939515?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112204970043939515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112204970043939515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/devamos-passar-mais-tempo-na-praia.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112188167439860597</id><published>2005-07-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:12:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/628/455/320/DSCN0209.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quasefamosos.blogspot.com/2005/07/uma-festa-cheia-de-caras-bonitas-iii.html"&gt;Stanford and Marcus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112188167439860597?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112188167439860597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112188167439860597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.serendipismos.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://serendipismos.blogspot.com/2005/07/um-rapaz-alegre.html&quot;&gt;Sam!&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112188111367245939</id><published>2005-07-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:38:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.brazilmodas.de/catalog/images/top%20tomara-que-caia.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomara-que-caia.blogspot.com"&gt;Dois aninhos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112188111367245939?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112188111367245939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112188111367245939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-7.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (7)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112176783500307401</id><published>2005-07-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:10:35.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de um email:</title><content type='html'>Se continuares a postar &lt;a href="http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-6.html"&gt;coisas dessas&lt;/a&gt;, ainda acabas por ser contratado pelo &lt;a href="http://serendipismos.blogspot.com/2005/07/querer-saber.html"&gt;serendipismos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112176783500307401?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112176783500307401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112176783500307401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/de-um-email.html' title='de um email:'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112176715013764393</id><published>2005-07-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:59:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases que impõem respeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fui Miss Silves em 1987.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112176715013764393?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112176715013764393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112176715013764393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/frases-que-impem-respeito.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://bombyx-mori.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Frases que impõem respeito&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112168410209869038</id><published>2005-07-18T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:51:37.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (6)</title><content type='html'>Red House Painters&lt;br /&gt;Summer Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer dress makes you more beautiful than the rest&lt;br /&gt;Loveliest girl that I know, and the sweetest&lt;br /&gt;Spends her life inside, she thinks she isn't blessed&lt;br /&gt;Summer dress separates you from the rest&lt;br /&gt;Easiest days of her life have been spent&lt;br /&gt;Wonders if she is loved, if she is missed&lt;br /&gt;Says a prayer as she's kissed by ocean mist&lt;br /&gt;Takes herself to the sand and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Says a prayer as she's kissed by ocean mist&lt;br /&gt;Takes herself to the sand and dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112168410209869038?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112168410209869038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112168410209869038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-6.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (&lt;a href=&quot;http://quasefamosos.blogspot.com/2005/07/vamos-l-ver-se-festa-no-vai-ser-uma_15.html&quot;&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112163243573008848</id><published>2005-07-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:30:06.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mostre a ele como é que é</title><content type='html'>«Tire o Curso [de Literatura Brasileira], tire o Curso, amigo leitor. Sem ele só vê &lt;a href="http://afixe.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/aviao.JPG"&gt;voos charter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.decor.com.br/Books/Hot%E9is1.jpg"&gt;resorts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.byreconly.com/images/Cooking/Capirinha1.jpg"&gt;caiprinhas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fotogarrafa.com.br/fotoarquivos/200405/p20040517cromo_Gerais%20Juliana%20Paes%20copy.jpg"&gt;"bundas" e sol&lt;/a&gt;. Acho que é isto que se vê, porque nunca vi.»&lt;br /&gt;Pacheco Pereira, Revista Sábado, 15 de Julho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112163243573008848?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112163243573008848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112163243573008848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/mostre-ele-como-que.html' title='&lt;em&gt;mostre &lt;a href=&quot;http://abrupto.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;a ele &lt;/a&gt;como é que é&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112163342962623707</id><published>2005-07-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:30:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ideias para pensar</title><content type='html'>- A revista Xis diz que «está por provar que as pessoas mais bonitas são mais felizes».&lt;br /&gt;- Pois, mas está mais que provado que as pessoas mais bonitas tornam-me mais feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112163342962623707?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112163342962623707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112163342962623707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/ideias-para-pensar.html' title='ideias para pensar'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112135908178093917</id><published>2005-07-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:38:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Tune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com"&gt;I, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regra nº 1  nessas &lt;a href="http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/2005/07/carissima-diz-ao-filipe-que.html"&gt;magníficas tardes&lt;/a&gt;: Original Sound Track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Tune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many's the time I've been mistaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And many times confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, and I've often felt forsaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And certainly misused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just weary to my bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, you don't expect to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright and bon vivant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far a-way from home, so far away from home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know a soul who's not been battered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have a friend who feels at ease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know a dream that's not been shattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or driven to its knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's alright, it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for we lived so well so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, when I think of the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;road we're traveling on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what's gone wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dreamed I was dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And looking back down at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiled reassuringly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dreamed I was flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And high up above my eyes could clearly see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Statue of Liberty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sailing away to sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dreamed I was flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We come on the ship they call the Mayflower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We come on the ship that sailed the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We come in the a-ge's most uncertain hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sing an American tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't be forever blessed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm trying to get some rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's all I'm trying to get some rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112135908178093917?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112135908178093917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112135908178093917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/american-tune.html' title='American Tune'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112134061942683850</id><published>2005-07-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T06:27:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa - Nova Iorque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/2005/07/carissima-ja-cheguei-estou-bem-e.html"&gt;Caríssima, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Filipe censurou, como uma terrível ameaça que te conto no teu regresso, o meu post de resposta. Segue via e-mail. Ate já!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112134061942683850?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112134061942683850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112134061942683850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/lisboa-nova-iorque.html' title='Lisboa - Nova Iorque'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112109171906497755</id><published>2005-07-11T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:35:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crise das instituições</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.grupocvi.com.br/anexos/foto_nariz_palhaco.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, na agência de viagens:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Local de trabalho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Assembleia da República.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (risos) &lt;em&gt;Desculpe, mas não me consegui conter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112109171906497755?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112109171906497755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112109171906497755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/crise-das-instituies.html' title='A crise das instituições'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112109152737591443</id><published>2005-07-11T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:18:47.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.artistasunidos.pt/actores/margarida_marinho2.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarida Marinho. Licenciada em Sociologia pelo ISCTE (1991). É actriz nos Artistas Unidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112109152737591443?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112109152737591443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112109152737591443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-5.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (5)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112083281231637130</id><published>2005-07-08T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:26:52.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara ou Coroa</title><content type='html'>Os clubes de futebol, a cerca de um mês de começar o campeonato, e apesar de prolongadas e acesas reuniões ainda não se conseguiram decidir pelo sorteio de arbitros ou pela sua nomeação. A melhor forma talvez seja chegar ao dia do primeiro jogo e decidir por moeda ao ar. Na luz hão-se rezar pela coroa da nomeação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112083281231637130?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112083281231637130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112083281231637130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/cara-ou-coroa.html' title='Cara ou Coroa'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112064236414073323</id><published>2005-07-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:33:56.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>«saca-mulas»*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="40%"src="http://www.zia.ms.it/astraldream/cover/rimmel.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* deste &lt;a href="http://omeupipi.blogspot.com"&gt;o meu pipi &lt;/a&gt;nunca falou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112064236414073323?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112064236414073323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112064236414073323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/saca-mulas.html' title='«saca-mulas»*'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112064208181165458</id><published>2005-07-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:28:01.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas Fronteiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/2005/06/hum.html"&gt;A isto &lt;/a&gt;eu chamo um choque tecnológico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112064208181165458?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112064208181165458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112064208181165458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/novas-fronteiras.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Novas Fronteiras&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112058325788978592</id><published>2005-07-05T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:07:37.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ça fait rêver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://ppdistritalbraga.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Photo123001001.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Nuno Melo, numa bancada que se apagou, e num líder que não está presente, é, talvez, a grande surpresa desta legislatura. Dinâmico, faz o seu trabalho e o do PSD, não perde uma, e entra no ringue muito bem preparado. É o Cristiano Ronaldo da política&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;br /&gt;Luís Delgado, &lt;a href="http://www.dn.pt"&gt;DN&lt;/a&gt;, 4 de Julho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112058325788978592?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112058325788978592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112058325788978592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/fait-rver.html' title='ça fait rêver'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112049323881464355</id><published>2005-07-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:07:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série sociólogas inesquecíveis (nº zero)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.indelibleinc.com/kubrick/films/ews/images/ews12.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://a-praia.blogspot.com"&gt;O Ivan&lt;/a&gt; já faz dois anos.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112049323881464355?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112049323881464355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112049323881464355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-n-zero.html' title='série sociólogas inesquecíveis (&lt;a href=&quot;http://a-praia.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_a-praia_archive.html#106929819049289696&quot;&gt;nº zero&lt;/a&gt;)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112049437121448792</id><published>2005-07-02T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:26:11.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem, na Cinemateca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="40%"src="http://www.banyonpublishing.com/images/graphics/monroewautographofj265573.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se o barco se afundasse, qual é que salvavas primeiro?&lt;br /&gt;- Miúdas destas não vão ao fundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112049437121448792?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112049437121448792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112049437121448792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/ontem-na-cinemateca.html' title='Ontem, na Cinemateca'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112025157599352919</id><published>2005-07-01T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:03:18.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deslinque</title><content type='html'>Desaconselho a visita ao &lt;a href="http://caodeguarda.blogspot.com"&gt;cão de guarda&lt;/a&gt;. O ze encheu aquilo de fotografias do benfica.&lt;a href="http://a-metamorfose.blogspot.com"&gt; João&lt;/a&gt;, não há limites para isto dos blogs colectivos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112025157599352919?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112025157599352919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112025157599352919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/deslinque.html' title='Deslinque'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112021838324982233</id><published>2005-07-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:46:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melancómico</title><content type='html'>Dona Bina andava com medo dos arrastões. Ontem, foi assaltada no meio de uma manifestação de polícias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112021838324982233?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112021838324982233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112021838324982233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/melancmico.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://melancomico.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;melancómico&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112023157365596710</id><published>2005-07-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:01:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há 9 anos, para ficar</title><content type='html'>O Rendimento Mínimo Garantido faz 9 anos hoje e ninguém &lt;a href="http://ocanhoto.blogspot.com/2005/07/rmgrsi-nem-apocalipse-nem-remdio.html"&gt;assinalaria melhor o aniversário &lt;/a&gt;que o Paulo Pedroso, no &lt;a href="http://ocanhoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;canhoto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112023157365596710?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112023157365596710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112023157365596710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/07/h-9-anos-para-ficar.html' title='Há 9 anos, para ficar'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112013346581615647</id><published>2005-06-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:33:47.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.southern.ohiou.edu/faculty/jarrett/images/student_laptop.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spss.com/"&gt;SPSS&lt;/a&gt; sur l’herbe&lt;/em&gt;, 2000/2001, University of Ohio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112013346581615647?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112013346581615647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112013346581615647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-4.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (4)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-112005079200696809</id><published>2005-06-29T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:16:21.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bióloga inesquecível</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="20%"src="http://alfa.ist.utl.pt/~apece/pics/Leonor.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfa.ist.utl.pt/~apece/htm-en/en-apece-pessoas.htm"&gt;Leonor Sousa&lt;/a&gt;, mais um extraordinário caso de &lt;a href="http://foradomundo.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_foradomundo_archive.html#111919951592467295"&gt;acumulação de cargos&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine Biologist (Universidade do Algarve, 1995); &lt;br /&gt;Masters on Modeling of Marine Resources senior (Instituto Superior Técnico); &lt;br /&gt;Teacher since October 1997; &lt;br /&gt;Works for the Grupo de Cartografia e Topografia Submarina at the Instituto de Investigação das Pescas e do Mar since June 1997; &lt;br /&gt;Scientific illustrator; &lt;br /&gt;Member of the scientific staff of research surveys held by the Instituto de Investigação das Pescas e do Mar dedicated to the study of deep-sea resources along the Portuguese coast in 1994 and 1995; &lt;br /&gt;Stripper at the Champagne Night Club, Lisbon;&lt;br /&gt;Author of Amanhã à Mesma Hora, Diário de uma Stripper Portuguesa;&lt;br /&gt;Participant on the Portuguese Celebrities Farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-112005079200696809?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112005079200696809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/112005079200696809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/biloga-inesquecvel.html' title='A bióloga inesquecível'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111998077087786245</id><published>2005-06-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:54:43.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugestão de um leitor:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://barnabe.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/117128.html"&gt;Estudos sobre o Comunismo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111998077087786245?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111998077087786245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111998077087786245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/sugesto-de-um-leitor.html' title='sugestão de um leitor:'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111999086052448705</id><published>2005-06-28T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:34:57.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(roubando um capítulo a uma série que o filipe tornará, certamente, inesquecível)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num episódio de Desperate Housewives, a desesperada Lynette, depois de ter contratado uma ama para os seus filhos, e enquanto discute se pode ou não confiar na dita (e cito de cor): &lt;em&gt;So she has a degree in Sociology. Who hasn't ?!?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111999086052448705?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111999086052448705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111999086052448705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-3.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (3)'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111998990783580978</id><published>2005-06-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:18:27.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragédia, o drama, o horror</title><content type='html'>Rui Costa não volta ao Benfica. Chegou a notícia mais recorrente de todas as pré-epocas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111998990783580978?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111998990783580978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111998990783580978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/tragdia-o-drama-o-horror.html' title='A tragédia, o drama, o horror'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111998979571941061</id><published>2005-06-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:16:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não escreve no blog que tem...</title><content type='html'>Lê os blogs dos amigos (e, na verdade, poucos mais). Recomendo vivamente os &lt;a href="http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com"&gt;ciclos de inspiração&lt;/a&gt; que nos educam sentimentalmente da I. e &lt;a href="http://caodeguarda.blogspot.com"&gt;as semanas que passaram e que passam &lt;/a&gt;do zé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111998979571941061?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111998979571941061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111998979571941061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/quem-no-escreve-no-blog-que-tem.html' title='Quem não escreve no blog que tem...'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111995343198933965</id><published>2005-06-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T03:10:31.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já não se pode deixar a janela do gabinete aberta</title><content type='html'>«&lt;em&gt;É só chulos, é só chulos&lt;/em&gt;!»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111995343198933965?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111995343198933965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111995343198933965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/j-no-se-pode-deixar-janela-do-gabinete.html' title='Já não se pode deixar a janela do gabinete aberta'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111995333672381106</id><published>2005-06-28T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T03:17:10.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acto falhado</title><content type='html'>«&lt;em&gt;Desculpa lá, fazias-me um Filipe&lt;/em&gt;?»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111995333672381106?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111995333672381106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111995333672381106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/acto-falhado.html' title='Acto falhado'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111988734454864968</id><published>2005-06-27T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:06:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>No Público de sábado, Vasco Pulido Valente lembrava que «"Isto não pode continuar", "Isto tem de mudar", e "Não há saída", com a variante "Não há homens", são com certeza as mais velhas frases da política portuguesa moderna, e as mais repetidas». Até aqui, estamos de acordo. Mas, convenhamos, não é só na «política portuguesa moderna» que ouvimos estas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111988734454864968?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111988734454864968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111988734454864968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/desperate-housewives.html' title='Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111988704179816765</id><published>2005-06-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:04:18.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>série "sociólogas inesquecíveis" (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="40%"src="http://www.tennisracquets.com/wallpaper/upload_184837.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Sharapova (segundo a última edição do &lt;a href="http://publico.pt"&gt;Público&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday, «estuda sociologia pela Internet»)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111988704179816765?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111988704179816765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111988704179816765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/srie-socilogas-inesquecveis-2.html' title='série &quot;sociólogas inesquecíveis&quot; (2)'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111963426624670928</id><published>2005-06-24T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:05:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por causa das sociólogas</title><content type='html'>Hoje, num texto intitulado &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2005/06/24/artes/por_causa_artigos.html"&gt;«Por causa dos artigos»&lt;/a&gt; (a velha desculpa de quem compra revistas de «mulheres nuas»), o Pedro Mexia considera-se bem acompanhado: «&lt;em&gt;conheço gente de toda a espécie que compra a Maxmen (incluindo sociólogos&lt;/em&gt;)». Para mim, comprador da revista (e inclusivamente sociólogo), o que é mais interessante (de um ponto de vista inclusivamente sociológico) é observar que há portuguesas de toda a espécie que se exibem na Maxmen (incluindo &lt;a href="http://esplanar.blogspot.com/2005/01/inesquecvel-sociloga.html"&gt;sociólogas&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111963426624670928?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111963426624670928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111963426624670928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/por-causa-das-socilogas.html' title='Por causa das sociólogas'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111963403764137248</id><published>2005-06-24T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:27:17.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlântico</title><content type='html'>- Acho que o Vasco Rato viveu fora de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho impressão que ainda vive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111963403764137248?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111963403764137248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111963403764137248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/atlntico.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.revista-atlantico.com.pt/&quot;&gt;Atlântico&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111952849525637726</id><published>2005-06-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:09:42.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sociedade aberta e os seus inimigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aqui não entram civis, só entram táxis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observação de um taxista, ontem, à entrada do bairro da Bica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111952849525637726?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111952849525637726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111952849525637726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/sociedade-aberta-e-os-seus-inimigos.html' title='A sociedade aberta e os seus inimigos'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111952844150560868</id><published>2005-06-23T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:07:21.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma doença infantil que se prolonga pela vida fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://213.58.135.100/images_sid/articles/183041/brasil.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tens visto os jogos da taça das confederações?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, mas tenho visto os resumos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111952844150560868?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111952844150560868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111952844150560868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/uma-doena-infantil-que-se-prolonga.html' title='Uma doença infantil que se prolonga pela vida fora'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111952824102499667</id><published>2005-06-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:29:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post à Rui Branco</title><content type='html'>Em blogues, o que parece é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111952824102499667?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111952824102499667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111952824102499667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/post-rui-branco.html' title='Post à &lt;a href=&quot;http://-truelies-.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Rui Branco&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111937449881880939</id><published>2005-06-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:27:28.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overbooking profissional</title><content type='html'>- Estás com um ar cansado...&lt;br /&gt;- Tens ideia do que tem sido &lt;a href="http://foradomundo.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_foradomundo_archive.html#111919951592467295"&gt;a minha vida, ultimamente?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111937449881880939?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111937449881880939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111937449881880939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/overbooking-profissional.html' title='Overbooking profissional'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111936149133261131</id><published>2005-06-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T06:44:51.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde é que fica o stand da Lusitânia Expresso?</title><content type='html'>«&lt;em&gt;Uns amam Cavaco Silva, outros não. Para mim, Cavaco é um zero à esquerda. Este é o meu contributo para conhecerem o Aníbal, agora que ele se anda aí a perfilar para Presidente da República. Cada vez que abre a boca – quando não é para comer bolo-rei – relembra a sua gélida ambição pessoal, o seu primarismo intelectual e político, o seu amoralismo e miopia tecnocráticas, o seu desprezo pelo PPD-PSD&lt;/em&gt;».&lt;br /&gt;Heduíno Santos Gomes, autor de &lt;em&gt;Dez Anos de Cavaquismo – Breve Balanço da Catástrofe Tecnocrática&lt;/em&gt;, Lusitânia Expresso, 4 euros (citado no 24 horas de ontem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111936149133261131?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111936149133261131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111936149133261131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/onde-que-fica-o-stand-da-lusitnia.html' title='Onde é que fica o stand da Lusitânia Expresso?'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111936129552433283</id><published>2005-06-21T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T06:41:35.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diogo Mainardi vai começar a dizer bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Figures released this week showed that after months of rising interest rates the economy grew a mere 0.3% in the first quarter of 2005, its lowest quarterly since 2003. Unsurprinsgly, Lula’s popularity, though still high, is splipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://economist.com"&gt;The Economist&lt;/a&gt;, June 4th-10th 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111936129552433283?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111936129552433283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111936129552433283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/diogo-mainardi-vai-comear-dizer-bem.html' title='Diogo Mainardi vai começar a dizer bem'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111936107154256695</id><published>2005-06-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T06:48:31.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O reacionário</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="35%"src="http://catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/fun-alvaro-cunhal-1.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;«&lt;em&gt;De pé, ó vítimas da fome. Mas eu ia aprender muito com a miséria. Por exemplo: - aprendi que a fome não deixa ninguém de pé, ninguém&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Rodrigues, A menina sem estrela, p. 109&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111936107154256695?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111936107154256695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111936107154256695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-reacionrio.html' title='O reacionário'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111893305145764919</id><published>2005-06-16T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:44:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O eurocalmo</title><content type='html'>- Acho bem que a Europa pare para pensar. A integração não se pode fazer com saltos à maluca.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas tens alguma coisa contra saltos à maluca?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111893305145764919?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111893305145764919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111893305145764919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-eurocalmo.html' title='O eurocalmo'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111883254416032196</id><published>2005-06-15T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:49:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem impecável</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://estudossobrecomunismo.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/Cunhal%20foto%20-seia.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Havia sempre muitas mulheres à volta dele. Nesse aspecto, ele era impecável&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;br /&gt;Mário Soares sobre Álvaro Cunhal, SIC-Notícias, 14 de Junho de 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111883254416032196?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111883254416032196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111883254416032196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/um-homem-impecvel.html' title='Um homem impecável'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111883236342446212</id><published>2005-06-15T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:46:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem que calou Carlos do Carmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.citi.pt/cultura/artes_plasticas/desenho/alvaro_cunhal/images/foto_cunhal.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Uma vez, o Carlos do Carmo pediu-me para o apresentar ao Álvaro Cunhal. Ele até já trazia o discurso preparado, mas quando chegou o momento não lhe saiu uma palavra&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;br /&gt;Zita Seabra, RTP, 13 de Junho de 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111883236342446212?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111883236342446212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111883236342446212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-homem-que-calou-carlos-do-carmo.html' title='O homem que calou Carlos do Carmo'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111883224996135547</id><published>2005-06-15T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:57:10.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soares vs Cunhal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.dundee.ac.uk/politics/cphrc/portraits/mariosoares2.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RTP Memória acaba de repetir o célebre debate Soares-Cunhal de 1975. Foi a versão portuguesa do  Kennedy-Nixon. Cunhal pode ter ganho na rádio, mas Soares ganhou claramente na televisão. Enquanto Cunhal falava das maravilhas da reforma agrária, Soares sorria. Um sorriso irónico, igual ao nosso, hoje à noite, 30 anos depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111883224996135547?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111883224996135547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111883224996135547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/soares-vs-cunhal.html' title='Soares vs Cunhal'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111876955102045206</id><published>2005-06-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:25:10.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Podeis dar-nos a morte</title><content type='html'>Não são muitos os poetas, os poemas sobre quem possa dizer que a primeira recordação deles que tenho venha da escola e não da estante da sala. Eugénio de Andrade é um deles; por alguma razão escapou-me na estante (talvez estivesse numa prateleira muito alta) e, por isso, foi pela voz de G. que o ouvi pela primeira vez. Dirá o Filipe: "Lá está ela, outra vez, a elogiar a escola pública". Pois é.&lt;br /&gt;Este não é o meu poema preferido, esse reli-o ontem à noite e guardo-o para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frente a frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada podeis contra o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Contra a cor da folhagem,&lt;br /&gt;contra a carícia da espuma,&lt;br /&gt;contra a luz, nada podeis.&lt;br /&gt;Podeis dar-nos a morte,&lt;br /&gt;a mais vil, isso podeis&lt;br /&gt;- e é tão pouco!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111876955102045206?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/feeds/111876955102045206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12002953&amp;postID=111876955102045206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111876955102045206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111876955102045206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/podeis-dar-nos-morte.html' title='Podeis dar-nos a morte'/><author><name>mvs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111763923981026444</id><published>2005-06-01T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T04:13:32.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase, quase famoso*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="35%"src="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music/antony/joespub/16.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relato do concerto de Antony (&amp; the Johnsons), Lisboa, Aula Magna, 31 de Maio de 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21:50 &lt;/strong&gt;Está um calor de ananases. É com grande alívio que as luzes se apagam. Primeiras impressões: à distância da fila L, Antony é uma simpática mistura de Boy George e Armando Gama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22:05 &lt;/strong&gt;A música («barroca») é boa. É só pena as letras: «You love my sister and I love you».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22:23 &lt;/strong&gt;Continua a lamúria. «My lady story is one of annihilation/My lady story is one of breast amputation.» (Sentimento generalizado: «se era para ver gajos a resolver problemas em público, tinha ficado em casa a ler blogues.»)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22: 50 &lt;/strong&gt;«Water and Dust (or Dust and Water?)». Finalmente, o concerto anima. Na sala, vive-se o ambiente próprio dos comícios do ANC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23: 01 &lt;/strong&gt;Afinal estamos perante um génio: Antony consegue transformar um tema do Leonard Cohen numa cena gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23: 20 &lt;/strong&gt;Já quase no fim do concerto, Antony apercebe-se de que há mais gente no mundo e apresenta-nos os Johnsons: uma banda composta por dois belos rapazes e por uma parva que só lhe atrapalha a vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exame de admissão ao blogue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111763923981026444?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111763923981026444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111763923981026444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/quase-quase-famoso.html' title='Quase, &lt;a href=&quot;http://quasefamosos.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;quase famoso&lt;/a&gt;*'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111763648530449054</id><published>2005-06-01T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:22:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há quanto tempo o Senhor Bismarck não era capa de um jornal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.preussen.de/Bilder/Geschichte/wilhelm_I./bismarck.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mérito é todo do &lt;a href="http://www.acapital.pt/secciones/noticia.jsp?pIdNoticia=19347"&gt;Pedro Adão e Silva&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111763648530449054?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111763648530449054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111763648530449054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/06/h-quanto-tempo-o-senhor-bismarck-no.html' title='Há quanto tempo o Senhor Bismarck não era capa de um jornal?'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111739368540513935</id><published>2005-05-29T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T16:23:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O referendo</title><content type='html'>- &lt;em&gt;O que é que os canais estrangeiros dizem do referendo em França?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Pá, o Canal Venus é o único em que o «sim» está claramente em vantagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111739368540513935?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111739368540513935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111739368540513935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-referendo.html' title='O referendo'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111739197686283943</id><published>2005-05-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T16:18:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém pára o Benfica, ninguém pára o Benfica, ninguém pára o Benfica, ó é ó</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="20%"src="http://www.publico.clix.pt/getimage.asp?tb=IMAGENS&amp;id=135953"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111739197686283943?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111739197686283943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111739197686283943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/ningum-pra-o-benfica-ningum-pra-o.html' title='Ninguém pára o Benfica, ninguém pára o Benfica, ninguém pára o Benfica, ó é ó'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111721182343872938</id><published>2005-05-27T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:37:03.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou racista, mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="25%"src="http://www.musicclub.it/novembre2000/images/locali/afro.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Não gosto deles, mas gosto da música&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;br /&gt;Confissões de um taxista, enquanto sintonizava a RDP África&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111721182343872938?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721182343872938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721182343872938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/eu-sou-racista-mas.html' title='Eu sou racista, mas'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111721121876120693</id><published>2005-05-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:01:50.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O balde de água fria</title><content type='html'>…Helena, 14 horas e 02 minutos: «Ainda só recebeste telefonemas de gajas? Ó filho, isso é porque nós apontamos todo o tipo de merda na agenda.»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111721121876120693?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721121876120693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721121876120693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-balde-de-gua-fria.html' title='O balde de água fria'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111721102168390437</id><published>2005-05-26T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:23:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Maio, Sempre!*</title><content type='html'>Mariana, 10 horas e 12 minutos: «Parabéns. Ponto.»; Ana, 10 horas e 20 minutos: «Pipinho...»; Carla, 10 horas e 40 minutos: «Então como está o bebé?»; Susana, 10 horas  e 50 minutos: «Sôtor, muitos parabéns…»; Maria João, 11 horas e 11 minutos: «Pipinho [outra vez]…»; Filipa, 11 horas e 46 minutos: «Queres combinar alguma coisa para a noite ou, para variar, vais ao cinema com a X?... Fazes anos?! Ai, desculpa, esqueci-me, desculpa…»; Inês,  12 horas e 53 minutos, «Doutor…». (continua)&lt;br /&gt;* Tenho provas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111721102168390437?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721102168390437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721102168390437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/25-de-maio-sempre.html' title='25 de Maio, Sempre!*'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111610458215126004</id><published>2005-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:18:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="40%"src="http://www.hlswilliwaw.com/aleutians/Shemya/images/Ryan-Tom/wwii-bunker-opt.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111610458215126004?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111610458215126004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111610458215126004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/trinta.html' title='Trinta'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111721243713524700</id><published>2005-05-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:47:17.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.alyon.org/generale/theatre/cinema/affiches_cinema/l/l_6-l_ar/l_amour_en_fuite.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como um best of. Vale a pena para quem não tenha os originais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111721243713524700?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721243713524700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721243713524700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/como-um-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111679801623597946</id><published>2005-05-22T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:43:10.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pacheco Pereira tem razão</title><content type='html'>Não há paciência para esta porcaria do futebol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111679801623597946?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111679801623597946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111679801623597946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-pacheco-pereira-tem-razo.html' title='O Pacheco Pereira tem razão'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111592365167234481</id><published>2005-05-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:28:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicações de Português</title><content type='html'>Muitos portugueses andam a colocar os coletes de sinalização no banco dos carros. Ao contrário do que nos querem fazer crer, isto não resulta de um problema de mau gosto, mas certamente da desorientação provocada pela qualidade das informações que vêm com os coletes. Graças ao deputado António Filipe (requerimento 248/X), ficámos a saber o que dizem os livros de instruções:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PORTUGUÉS&lt;br /&gt;Colete de sinatização de alta visibilidade classe 2 segundo EN471&lt;br /&gt;Instruções de uso:&lt;br /&gt;Este colete foi desenhado para ser usado nas vlas públicas. Nos momenteos de visibilidsde insuficiente ou de pengo.&lt;br /&gt;Mantenimiento limpieza e armazenagem:&lt;br /&gt;Para Garantir a eficácia continua recomenda-se efectuar frequentemente a limpieza e o mantenimiento. Max. 25 lavados.&lt;br /&gt;As peças de sinalização devem-se revisar periodicamente para detectar os deterioros que posma ter. Debe-se guardar num lugar fresco e seco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111592365167234481?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111592365167234481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111592365167234481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/explicaes-de-portugus.html' title='Explicações de Português'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111589908610424066</id><published>2005-05-12T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T06:47:30.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionário</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1.Não podendo sair do Fahrenheit 451, que livro quererias ser? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retratos e Auto-retratos, de Vasco Pulido Valente. Especialmente aquela parte em que ele diz que a sua grande ambição era passar as férias na varanda de casa a ler A Bola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Já alguma vez ficaste apanhado por um personagem de ficção? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, no Verão passado, pelo Dr. Pedro Santana Lopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Qual foi o último livro que compraste?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diário de uma Stripper Portuguesa, &lt;a href="http://a-praia.blogspot.com"&gt;para oferecer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Qual o último que leste?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a certeza, mas acho que foi o do João Tordo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Que livros estás a ler?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, estou a reler &lt;a href="http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/coisas-que-me-surpreendem.html"&gt;o texto &lt;/a&gt;do Professor Nuno Severiano Teixeira sobre a pintura do Klimt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Que 5 livros levarias para uma ilha deserta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Vasco Pulido Valente, Miguel Esteves Cardoso, o Fora do Mundo, do Pedro Mexia, Eça, Ramalho, Marías, Gore Vidal; não sei: tinha que confirmar isto em casa.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. A que 3 pessoas vais passar este testemunho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À &lt;a href="http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com"&gt;Mariana &lt;/a&gt;(para ver se posta), ao &lt;a href="http://quasefamosos.blogspot.com"&gt;Pedro &lt;/a&gt;e ao &lt;a href="http://-truelies-.blogspot.com"&gt;Rui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111589908610424066?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111589908610424066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111589908610424066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/questionrio.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://educacao-sentimental.blogspot.com/2005/05/se-tem-mesmo-de-ser.html&quot;&gt;Questionário&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111589418503954508</id><published>2005-05-12T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T03:36:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que me surpreendem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;img width="30%"src="http://www.accesswave.ca/~grant/klimt/image/paint/klimt029.jpg"border=2&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;«São traços azuis, às vezes vermelhos, a captar o momento mágico donde emana o desejo: um deitar-se de costas, o levantar de uma perna, um rosto escondido, um cruzar de braços; um seio que brota; uma carícia no cabelo, outra no clítoris.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto de Nuno Severiano Teixeira, historiador e politólogo, sobre a pintura erótica de Klimt, DN, 11 de Maio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111589418503954508?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111589418503954508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111589418503954508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/coisas-que-me-surpreendem.html' title='Coisas que me surpreendem'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111584117067091363</id><published>2005-05-11T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:52:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem escreveu isto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;«São traços azuis, às vezes vermelhos, a captar o momento mágico donde emana o desejo: um deitar-se de costas, o levantar de uma perna, um rosto escondido, um cruzar de braços; um seio que brota; uma carícia no cabelo, outra no clítoris».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)António Franco Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)Nuno Severiano Teixeira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111584117067091363?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111584117067091363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111584117067091363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/quem-escreveu-isto.html' title='Quem escreveu isto?'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111530382058339373</id><published>2005-05-05T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:37:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ver se logo funciona:</title><content type='html'>O Mota não joga nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111530382058339373?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111530382058339373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111530382058339373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/ver-se-logo-funciona.html' title='A ver se logo funciona:'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111721205862184711</id><published>2005-05-04T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:40:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os três ingleses e o continente</title><content type='html'>P.: &lt;em&gt;«Bem, amanhã não nos podemos esquecer de ver as eleições inglesas.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.: &lt;em&gt;«Pois é, aquilo é viciante. Adoro ficar a noite toda a ver os resultados, círculo a círculo.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.: &lt;em&gt;«Aquele sistema é óptimo. Nunca me hei-de esquecer da cara do Portillo, quando perdeu a eleição.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.: &lt;em&gt;«Será que vocês não têm noção do ridículo?»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111721205862184711?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721205862184711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111721205862184711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/os-trs-ingleses-e-o-continente.html' title='Os três ingleses e o continente'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12002953.post-111502700373197019</id><published>2005-05-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:43:23.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que me chateiam</title><content type='html'>Estar à espera de um sms e receber isto: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Receba a factura da EPAL sem estimativas. Envie já a leitura para o código de cliente. Leia apenas números de cor preta ou branca do contador. Remetente: 3725. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Filipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12002953-111502700373197019?l=olhaquenao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111502700373197019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12002953/posts/default/111502700373197019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olhaquenao.blogspot.com/2005/05/coisas-que-me-chateiam.html' title='Coisas que me chateiam'/><author><name>Filipe Nunes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16455036768252028986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
