O quereres
(Caetano Veloso)

Onde queres revólver sou coqueiro, onde queres dinheiro sou paixão
Onde queres descanso sou desejo, e onde sou só desejo queres não
E onde não queres nada, nada falta, e onde voas bem alta eu sou o chão
E onde pisas no chão minha alma salta, e ganha liberdade na amplidão

Onde queres família sou maluco, e onde queres romântico, burguês
Onde queres Leblon sou Pernambuco, e onde queres eunuco, garanhão
E onde queres o sim e o não, talvez, onde vês eu não vislumbro razão
Onde queres o lobo eu sou o irmão, e onde queres cowboy eu sou chinês

Ah, bruta flor do querer, ah, bruta flor, bruta flor

Onde queres o ato eu sou o espírito, e onde queres ternura eu sou tesão
Onde queres o livre decassílabo, e onde buscas o anjo eu sou mulher
Onde queres prazer sou o que dói, e onde queres tortura, mansidão
Onde queres o lar, revolução, e onde queres bandido eu sou o herói

Eu queria querer-te e amar o amor, construírmos dulcíssima prisão
E encontrar a mais justa adequação, tudo métrica e rima e nunca dor
Mas a vida é real e de viés, e vê só que cilada o amor me armou
E te quero e não queres como sou, não te quero e não queres como és

Ah, bruta flor do querer, ah, bruta flor, bruta flor

Onde queres comício, flipper vídeo, e onde queres romance, rock'n roll
Onde queres a lua eu sou o sol, onde a pura natura, o inceticídeo
E onde queres mistério eu sou a luz, onde queres um canto, o mundo inteiro
Onde queres quaresma, fevereiro, e onde queres coqueiro eu sou obus

O quereres e o estares sempre a fim do que em mim é de mim tão desigual
Faz-me querer-te bem, querer-te mal, bem a ti, mal ao quereres assim
Infinitivamente pessoal, e eu querendo querer-te sem ter fim
E querendo te aprender o total do querer que há e do que não há em mim

Este é o único "Undercover" que eu e a João não gostavamos no CD da Maria João e do Mário Laginha... Fui encontrar a letra da música num manual de terapia familiar aqui há tempos e agora não consigo deixar de sorrir sempre que a oiço... É incrível como as coisas adquirem uma dimensão completamente distinta quando nos são apresentadas noutro contexto...

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Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaga!

Ohhhhhhhhhhh mas que peeeeeeeeena, o Porto perdeu em casa eheheheh :P


"Super Liga: FC Porto derrotado pelo Sporting de Braga por 3-1

O FC Porto perdeu esta noite frente ao Sporting de Braga, por 3-1, em encontro da 19ª jornada da SuperLiga, disputado no Estádio do Dragão. Os bracarenses ascenderam assim à liderança provisória, após justa vitória no Porto.

O conjunto ''arsenalista'', que esta época ainda não perdeu em quatro jogos com os ''grandes'', é o sexto líder do campeonato, mas esta é a primeira a vez na história que o comanda na segunda volta.

Uma exibição pautada pelo rigor, serenidade, determinação e inteligente ocupação dos espaços, em que cada jogador conhecia perfeitamente a sua missão, esteve na base de um triunfo em casa do bicampeão nacional, uma vitória que podia ter acontecido por números históricos.

João Tomás (dois golos, aos 22 e 76 minutos) e Wender (um tento, aos 42) materializaram o triunfo do Sporting de Braga, apoiado de princípio a fim por uma numerosa e incansável claque. O golo portista foi apontado por Diego, aos 34 minutos, na marcação de uma grande penalidade.

O FC Porto, que de equipa pouco ou nada tem, voltou a ''brindar'' os seus adeptos com o habitual na era de um treinador com cada vez menor margem de manobra, Víctor Fernández: falta de um modelo de jogo, os descrentes e confusos atletas não sabem a sua missão em campo e os actos de indisciplina proliferam - cartão vermelho directo para Maniche, aos 85 minutos.

O resultado desta realidade salda-se por três derrotas nos últimos cinco jogos em casa, um ''recorde'' que já faz estragos, conforme se pôde constatar nos milhares de lenços brancos e apupos dirigidos ao treinador e equipa no final.

Ficha de jogo:

- FC Porto: Vítor Baía, Seitaridis, Pepe, Pedro Emanuel, Leandro, Costinha, Bosingwa (Cláudio, 31), Leo Lima (Maniche, 67), Diego, Quaresma (Hélder Postiga, 83) e Luís Fabiano.
(Suplentes: Nuno, Nuno Valente, Ricardo Costa, Maniche, Paulo Machado, Cláudio e Hélder Postiga).

Sporting de Braga: Paulo Santos, Abel, Nunes, Nem, Jorge Luiz, Luís Loureiro (Cândido Costa, 61), Vandinho, João Alves, Jaime (Cesinha, 64), Wender e João Tomás (Edinho, 81).
(Suplentes: Marco, Paulo Jorge, Castanheira, Paulo Sérgio, Cândido Costa, Cesinha e Edinho).

Árbitro: Bruno Paixão (Setúbal).
Acção disciplinar: cartão amarelo para Nem (32), Quaresma (38), Pepe (41), Leo Lima (43) e Seitaridis (50). Cartão vermelho directo para Maniche (85).

Assistência: 33.516 espectadores. "

Poderá afinal a Maya ter razão?!! :D

Para todos os que gostam de ir à praia!!!

SEGREDOS DO MAR

Quando chega o verão, nós, humanos, nos sentimos atraídos pelo mar.

Multidões se reúnem nas praias buscando um contacto com as ondas do mar que nos proporcionam prazer e descanso. Porém, o caminhar do ser humano deixa sua trilha fatal nas areias da praia.

Milhões de sacolas de nylon e plásticos de todo o tipo são largados na costa e o vento e as marés se encarregam de arrastá-los para o mar.

Uma bolsa de nylon pode navegar várias dezenas de anos sem se degradar.

As tartarugas marinhas confundem-nas com as medusas e as comem, afogando-se na tentativa de engoli-las. Milhares de golfinhos também se confundem e morrem afogados. Eles não têm capacidade para reconhecer os lixos dos humanos, simplesmente, se confundem, até porque, "tudo o que flutua no mar se come".

A tampa plástica de uma garrafa, de maior consistência do que a sacola plástica, pode permanecer inalterada, navegando nas águas do mar por mais de um século.

O Dr. James Ludwing, que estava estudando a vida do albatroz na ilha de Midway, no Pacífico, a muitas milhas dos centros povoados, fez uma descoberta espantosa. Quando começou a recolher o conteúdo do estômago de oito filhotes de albatrozes mortos, encontrou: 42 tampinhas plásticas de garrafa, 18 acendedores e restos flutuantes que, em sua maioria, eram pequenos pedaços de plástico. Esses filhotes haviam sido alimentados por seus pais que não conseguiram fazer a distinção dos desperdícios no momento de escolher o alimento.


A próxima vez em que Você for à sua praia preferida, talvez encontre na areia lixo que outra pessoa ali deixou.

Não foi lixo deixado por Você, porém, é SUA PRAIA, é o SEU MAR, é o SEU MUNDO e Você deve fazer algo por eles!!.


Muitos pais jogam com seus filhos o jogo de: "vamos ver quem consegue juntar a maior quantidade de plásticos?" como forma de uma inesquecível lição de ecologia.

Outros, em silêncio, recolhem um plástico abandonado e levam-no para suas casas, com restos do mar. Você os verá passarem sorridentes, sabendo que salvaram um golfinho.



"Não se pode defender o que não se ama e não se pode amar o que não se conhece".

Ajude-nos a divulgar essa mensagem.




(Missão cumprida, Ritinha!)

"Life is a great big canvas and you should throw all the paint on it you can."

Danny Kaye

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(note to self)

Muda de Vida

Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito
Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de
Mudar
Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito
Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar

Ver-te sorrir eu nunca te vi
E a cantar, eu nunca te ouvi
Será de ti ou pensas que tens...que ser
assim?...

Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito
Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de
mudar
Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito
Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar

Ver-te sorrir eu nunca te vi
E a cantar, eu nunca te ouvi
Será de ti ou pensas que tens... que ser
assim?...

Olha que a vida não, não é nem deve ser
Como um castigo que tu terás que viver

Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito
Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de
mudar
Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito
Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar"

António Variações

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Fotografia P&B

... Fotos a Preto e Branco (e um dos talentos escondidos do João, também José!) em exposição no "Museu de Arte Primitiva Contemporânea" no Largo da Oliveira, em Guimarães, até 14 de Fevereiro, de 2ª a 6ª das 14h às 17h30, numa iniciativa da secção de Fotografia do Cineclube de Guimarães (acho que está tudo! LOL)


A entrada é livre e deve ser voluntária eheheheheh

*inhos

A minha melhor amiga mora na Figueira da Foz. Passou 5 anos em Braga, 4 dos quais na mesma casa que eu e por isso suponho que o nosso laço é bastante forte.

Como é óbvio, faz-me imensa falta, pelo que, de vez em quando, nos telefonamos sendo que o mais habitual é ficarmos mais de 1 hora ao telefone.

Ontem liguei-lhe, estava no Feira Nova a comprar umas coisas que faltavam lá em casa.

Às tantas, ao passar pela Bata que ainda está em saldos, decidi entrar para dar uma cuscadela.

Estavamos a discutir o conceito de especulação imobiliária, quando já depois de ter dado a volta à loja, detenho-me em frente à banca dos sapatos em saldo, a interrompo e digo:

"Ok, explica-me lá uma coisa!"

É nesse momento que a empregada da Bata, muito rapidamente responde com um ar atónito:

"Sim?!!!!"

Levantando os olhos, tenho não uma, não duas... mas as três empregadas da Bata com um ar absolutamente aterrado a olhar para mim, em completo suspense.

LOLOLOL

O que é que aconteceu?

Eu estava a falar de auricular, que entre cabelo e chapéu deve ter ficado oculto...

Logo, o que as pobres raparigas viram a entrar a entrar na sua loja deve ter sido uma rapariga mais ou menos da dade delas, completamente tresloucada, de chapéu preto (finalmente comprei 1 chapéu, Calisto! ehehehe), pasta num ombro, vassoura e saco na mão oposta, que falava sozinha, quem sabe com as vozes da cabeça dela, sem se preocupar com o facto de as outra pessoas estarem a ouvir ou não LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

LOL

Isto só vendo o ar de alívio delas quando lhes mostrei o auricular é que dá para perceber...

LOL

Claro que desatamos as 4 às gargalhadas e eu sai da loja para casa, naquela de "se calhar é melhor...": É que uma psicóloga a falar sozinha em público é capaz de ser mau para o negócio...

LOL

Ah! Claro!

Moral da história?

Se tiverem problemas em falar com as vozes da vossa cabeça em público, usem auricular LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL...

Have a nice day *

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"A criminal is a person with predatory instincts who has not sufficient capital to form a corporation."

Robert W. Kent

Esta é a minha música favorita do "Lovers Rock" que me embalou durante mais de meio ano. Não é wiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnda? :) *s




SADE - The Sweetest Gift

Quietly while you were asleep
The moon and I were talking
I asked that she'd always keep you protected

She promised you her light
That you so gracefully carry
You bring your light and shine like morning

And then the wind pulls the clouds across the moon
Your light fills the darkest room
And I can see the miracle
That keeps us from falling

She promised all the sweetest gifts
That only the heaven's could bestow
You bring your light and shine like morning

And as you so gracefully give
Her light as long as you live
I'll always remember this moment

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Consciência pesada é um problema sério...


Um casal estava dormindo profundamente como inocentes bebês.
De repente, lá pelas três horas da manhã, escutam ruídos fora do quarto.
A mulher se sobressalta e totalmente espantada diz para o homem:
- Aaaaaiiiiiii, deve ser o meu marido!!!
O cara se levanta espantadíssimo e peladão, pula como pode pela janela
e cai em cima de uma planta com espinhos. Em poucos segundos volta e
diz:
- Desgraçada... teu marido sou eu!!!
- É ?!?!? E pulou a janela por quê?

There are many fine things which you mean to do some day, under what you think will be more favorable circumstances. But the only time that is yours is the present.


Grenville Kleise

"The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something."

Carl Sandburg

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"A meaningful life is . . . much more a matter of what you do and why you do it, than how fast you get it done."

Covey

All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’
He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
'cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There’s so many times I’ve let you down
So many times I’ve played around
I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing
Ev’ry place I go, I’ll think of you
Ev’ry song I sing, I’ll sing for you
When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
¡®cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
I’ll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won’t have to leave alone
About the times, I won’t have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
'cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

But, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Words and music by john denver


This song appears on seventeen albums, and was first released on the rhymes & reasons album, this is john denver, the country roads collection.

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Pequena provocação :)

"Aos morgados que por aí pululam

Na sequência da afirmação do deputado do CDS, João Morgado, em Abril de 1982, de que «o acto sexual é para fazer filhos», a saudosa Natália Correia repondeu-lhe com o seguinte poema, provocando o riso em todas as bancadas parlamentares:

Já que o coito - diz Morgado -
tem como fim cristalino,
preciso e imaculado

fazer menina ou menino;
e cada vez que o varão
sexual petisco manduca,
temos na procriação
prova de que houve truca-truca.
Sendo pai só de um rebento,
lógica é a conclusão
de que o viril instrumentosó usou - parca ração! -
uma vez. E se a função
faz o orgão - diz o ditado -
consumada essa excepção,
ficou capado o Morgado.

O deputado, ofendido com a dedicatória, rispostou que tinha DOIS filhos. Ao que Natália respondeu que bastava substituir truca-truca por truca-truca truca-truca."

(um dos meus posts favoritos de sempre... :)

Fernando és impagável ;) )

No words can describe...

Paula Rego forever, eheheheh!

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Twenty-four years

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,
With my red veins full of money,
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance as long as forever is.

Dylan Thomas

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21 de Janeiro...

Enquanto o homem pensar

que vale mais que outro homem,

são como os cães a ladrar,

não deixam comer, nem comem.

António Aleixo

"Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned."

Milton Friedman

BLUE You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive. Find out your color at Quiz Me!

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"No Sam! I'm going alone!"
"Of course you are, sir. And I'm going wiyh you!"

Tolkien - The Lord of The Rings

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Uma citação dedicada à minha mana "linda, fofa e pequenina!"

"Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put the foundations under them."

Henry David Thoreau

O Cosmos tem destas coincidências... Tanto tenho andado à volta do Thoreau que no Sábado apanhei "O Clube ds Poetas Mortos" na Sic Mulher e descobri que as reuniões deste clube secreto se iniciavam sempre com a seguinte citação deste senhor :)

Dead Poets Society
Poetry

Excerpt from Walden - Henry David Thoreau

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear, nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to "glorify God and enjoy him forever."

Encontrado em Delusions of Grandeur

Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it. Henry David Thoreau

As if we could kill time without injuring eternity! Henry David Thoreau

Be true to your work, your word, and your friend. Henry David Thoreau

Beware of all enterprises that require a new set of clothes. Henry David Thoreau

Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something. Henry David Thoreau

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Henry David Thoreau

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"The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it."

Thoreau

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Há um pequeno bónus no post anterior:

O link do Código Da Vinci é um artigo da Opus Dei sobre a obra :))))


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Uma vez que estão sempre a pedir-me para explicar o que é a sequência de Fibonacci, sempre que falo no Nautilus (parece que afinal nem toda a gente leu "O Código Da Vinci" de Dan Brown ehehehhe) e eu acabo invariavelmente por dar uma explicação vaga sobre a reprodução dos coelhos e as sequências logarítmicas das espirais nas conchas... Cá vai:

The Fibonacci Sequence

in "Prime articles"

edieval mathematician and businessman Fibonacci (Leonardo Pisano) posed the following problem in his treatise Liber Abaci (pub. 1202):

How many pairs of rabbits will be produced in a year, beginning with a single pair, if in every month each pair bears a new pair which becomes productive from the second month on?

It is easy to see that 1 pair will be produced the first month, and 1 pair also in the second month (since the new pair produced in the first month is not yet mature), and in the third month 2 pairs will be produced, one by the original pair and one by the pair which was produced in the first month. In the fourth month 3 pairs will be produced, and in the fifth month 5 pairs. After this things expand rapidly, and we get the following sequence of numbers:

1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, ...

This is an example of a recursive sequence, obeying the simple rule that to calculate the next term one simply sums the preceding two:

F(1) = 1
F(2) = 1
F(n) = F(n – 1) + F(n – 2)

Thus 1 and 1 are 2, 1 and 2 are 3, 2 and 3 are 5, and so on.This simple, seemingly unremarkable recursive sequence has fascinated mathematicians for centuries. Its properties illuminate an array of surprising topics, from the aesthetic doctrines of the ancient Greeks to the growth patterns of plants (not to mention populations of rabbits!). Consider, for example, the following diagram:

Here we have taken squares with sides whose lengths correspond to the terms of the Fibonacci sequence, and arranged them in an “outwardly spiraling” pattern. Notice that the rectangles which result at each stage are all roughly the same shape, that is, that the ratio of length to width seems to “settle down” as we build the pattern outward. Notice also that the ratio of length to width is at every step the ratio of two successive terms of the Fibonacci sequence, that is, the ratio of the greater one to the lesser. These ratios may be thought of as forming a new sequence, the sequence of ratios of consecutive Fibonacci numbers:

This sequence converges, that is, there is a single real number which the terms of this sequence approach more and more closely, eventually arbitrarily closely. We may discover this number by exploiting the recursive definition of the Fibonacci sequence in the following way. Let us denote the nth term of the sequence of ratios by xn, that is,

Then using the recursive definition of F(n) given above, we have:

Now supposing for the moment that the sequence converges to a real number x (a fact which requires proof, but we'll leave that aside), we may observe that both xn and xn - 1 have the same limit, that is,

Consequently, the real number x to which the sequence of ratios converges must satisfy the following equation:

This is a simple equation to solve for x: it is really a quadratic equation, and its positive root is the value we are looking for:

This number was known to the ancient Greeks and was called by them the Golden Mean. It is usually denoted by the Greek letter f (phi), and sometimes by m (mu). They believed that the proportion f:1 was the most most pleasing, indeed the aesthetically perfect proportion, and all of their artwork, sculpture, and especially architecture made use of this proportion. A rectangle whose sides had this proportion was called the Golden Rectangle. (And that is the shape being more and more closely approximated by our “spiralling rectangles” above.)Whether or not you agree with the Greeks’ aesthetic judgment, it's a safe bet that Nature herself does:

The growth of this nautilus shell, like the growth of populations and many other kinds of natural “growing,” are somehow governed by mathematical properties exhibited in the Fibonacci sequence. And not just the rate of growth, but the pattern of growth. Examine the crisscrossing spiral seed pattern in the head of a sunflower, for instance, and you will discover that the number of spirals in each direction are invariably two consecutive Fibonacci numbers.The Fibonacci sequence makes its appearance in other ways within mathematics as well. For example, it appears as sums of oblique diagonals in Pascal’s triangle:

For other web sites with many more details and properties regarding the Fibonacci sequence, be sure to search the Math Links Library (use keyword “fibonacci”).

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Há uns meses atrás, no S. João em Braga roubaram-me o telemóvel.
Sendo ficar sem telemóvel uma coisa que em mim tem o seu quê de usual, enviei um mail aos meus amigos a pedir os números de novo e recebi algumas respostas que achei verdadeiramente hilariantes e que não resisto a partilhar convosco eheheheh

:) olá parola!

toma lá o número pa n dizeres q ng gosta de ti.. llllllllllllllooooooooooollllllllllllll A sério, deixa lá... Tens q começar a usar o tlm colado a ti, compras fita adesiva daquela larga e dás várias voltas envolvendo o tlm e tu mm... Podes é ser confundida com uma terrorista suicida, por isso afasta-te dos estádios e aeroportos!! :p

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boas noticias. O meu número é ... acho que isto está a ir abaixo... rrrb..
hthhhtttt.... rrrrr.....

desta vez é a sério ... rrhh ... rhhhhhrrhhhok,

a sério mesmo.... meu 9xxxxxxxx

beijos e boa sorte com o novo telemovel - compra já 2, pode ser que facam desconto.

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Raios, ainda estás viva!!

o meu nº é o 9xxxxxxx diz-me quem foi para eu lhe ensinar como se assalta bem uma pessoa!

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Happy birthday Claudita!!!! :)))))

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At the age of thirty-five, Martin Luther King, Jr., was the youngest man to have received the Nobel Peace Prize. When notified of his selection, he announced that he would turn over the prize money of $54,123 to the furtherance of the civil rights movement.


On the evening of April 4, 1968, while standing on the balcony of his motel room in Memphis, Tennessee, where he was to lead a protest march in sympathy with striking garbage workers of that city, he was assassinated.

(trecho da biografia de Martin Luther King Jr.)

"There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance. The richer we have become materially, the poorer we have become morally and spiritually. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers."

"The word that symbolizes the spirit and the outward form of our encounter is nonviolence, and it is doubtless that factor which made it seem appropriate to award a peace prize to one identified with struggle. Broadly speaking, nonviolence in the civil rights struggle has meant not relying on arms and weapons of struggle. It has meant noncooperation with customs and laws which are institutional aspects of a regime of discrimination and enslavement. It has meant direct participation of masses in protest, rather than reliance on indirect methods which frequently do not involve masses in action at all."

"Nonviolence has also meant that my people in the agonizing struggles of recent years have taken suffering upon themselves instead of inflicting it on others. It has meant, as I said, that we are no longer afraid and cowed. But in some substantial degree it has meant that we do not want to instill fear in others or into the society of which we are a part. The movement does not seek to liberate Negroes at the expense of the humiliation and enslavement of whites. It seeks no victory over anyone. It seeks to liberate American society and to share in the self-liberation of all the people."

"I believe in this method because I think it is the only way to reestablish a broken community. It is the method which seeks to implement the just law by appealing to the conscience of the great decent majority who through blindness, fear, pride, and irrationality have allowed their consciences to sleep."

"The nonviolent resisters can summarize their message in the following simple terms: we will take direct action against injustice despite the failure of governmental and other official agencies to act first. We will not obey unjust laws or submit to unjust practices. We will do this peacefully, openly, cheerfully because our aim is to persuade. We adopt the means of nonviolence because our end is a community at peace with itself. We will try to persuade with our words, but if our words fail, we will try to persuade with our acts. We will always be willing to talk and seek fair compromise, but we are ready to suffer when necessary and even risk our lives to become witnesses to truth as we see it."

in, Martin Luther King – Nobel Lecture, Nobel Lecture*, December 11, 1964

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O mundo só pode ser
melhor do que até aqui,
- quando consigas fazer

mais p'los outros que por ti!

António Aleixo

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This kid is looking for his parents in Thailand... :S

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Sobre as eleições... Essa "coisa" que vai ser tão presente este ano!


"All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong, with moral questions; and betting naturally accompanies it. The character of the voters is not staked. I cast my vote, perchance, as I think right; but I am not vitally concerned that that right should prevail. I am willing to leave it to the majority. Its obligation, therefore, never exceeds that of expediency. Even voting for the right is doing nothing for it. It is only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should prevail. A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority *. There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men. "

Thoreau


* é por estas e por outras que Thoreau é considerado um dos pais da desobediência civil!!!!!!!!!! ehehhe

(foto de MG)

Outra coisa sis... sabias que a tua COLIGAÇÃO MARAVILHA tem um blog? :)

Pronto João, podes deixar de me perguntar como é a letra da música de que tu tanto gostas :)
Não significa que ta deixe de cantar, claro :))))))))) ILY SIS!!!!


1936 - "The Way You Look Tonight" from Swing Time

Music by Jerome Kern
Lyric by Dorothy Fields

Someday... when I'm awfully low
when the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
and the way you look tonight!
Oh... but you're lovely
with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft
there is nothing for me but to love you
just the way you look tonight!

With each word your tenderness grows
tearing my fear apartand that laugh that wrinkles your nose
touches my foolish heart!

Lovely... never, never change
keep that breathless charm
won't you please arrange it
'cause I love you
just the way you look tonight!

... just the way you look
tonight.

A propósito, apesar de fazer parte da banda sonora do casamento do meu melhor amigo, fez primeiro parte da banda sonora do filme "Swing Time" de 1936, tendo ganho o Óscar de melhor canção :)

Eu não sei porque razão
certos homens, a meu ver,
quanto mais pequenos são

maiores querem parecer.

António Aleixo

Anne Geddes

Anne Geddes

"No man is an Iland, intire of its selfe: everyman is a piece of the Continent, a part of the maine: if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friendsor of thine owne were: any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde: and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls: it tolls for thee."

John Donne

"Ando cá com uma crise existencial!", disse eu.
"Ainda mais do que é costume?!!!!!" - respondeu o meu queridissimo primo psicólogo...
"...Vê lá não te caia um dentinho com a graça!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."


Esta semana passei uns dias de cão (cadela?!!!) com uma crise existencial... Que não devia nunca ter mudado de curso, que não devia estar nesta área da Psicologia... Que só tinha feito escolhas e investimentos errados, etc, etc...

Valeu-me a Oprah (LOL) e os meus amigos queridos com quem posso ter discussões metafísicas mesmo sem ter dores no metatarso (esta é a chamada "piada Morgadinha" - e depois querem que a classe médica seja levada a sério... yeah right!)... Em especial a Dora, o Nuno e o Miguel que foram quem me aturou mais, acerca deste tema. THANK YOU!!!

Referência Bibliográfica da semana, a propósito da famigerada crise existencial

"How to be good" de Nick Hornby


... A responsabilidade desta sugestão é exclusiva de um tal Filipe Medeiros

Só para avisar...

Pedro e Filipe, tendo em conta que já não é a primeira vez que ouço referências a nós como "os 3 da vida airada", vou já avisando: amigos, EU SOU A FACADA!!!

Para não fazeres ofensas
e teres dias felizes,
não digas tudo o que pensas,
mas pensa tudo o que dizes.

António Aleixo

The Twelve Days of Christmas
Dennis Bratcher

The Twelve Days of Christmas are probably the most misunderstood part of the church year among Christians who are not part of liturgical church traditions. Contrary to much popular belief, these are not the twelve days before Christmas, but in the Western Church are the twelve days from Christmas until the beginning of Epiphany (January 6th; the 12 days count from December 25th until January 5th).
The origin of the Twelve Days is complicated, and is related to differences in calendars, church traditions, and ways to observe this holy day in various cultures (see Christmas). In the Western church, Epiphany is traditionally celebrated as the time the three Wise Men or Magi arrived to present gifts to the young Jesus (Matt. 2:1-12). In some cultures, especially Hispanic and Latin American culture, January 6th is observed as Three Kings Day, or simply the Day of the Kings (Span: la Fiesta de Reyes, el Dia de los Tres Reyes, or el Dia de los Reyes Magos; Dutch: Driekoningendag). Even though December 25th is celebrated as Christmas in these cultures, January 6th is often the day for giving gifts. In some places it is traditional to give Christmas gifts for each of the Twelve Days of Christmas. Since Eastern Orthodox traditions use a different religious calendar, they celebrate Christmas on January 7th and observe Epiphany or Theophany on January 19th.

By the 16th century, some European and Scandinavian cultures had combined the Twelve Days of Christmas with (sometimes pagan) festivals celebrating the changing of the year. These were usually associated with driving away evil spirits for the start of the new year.

The Twelfth Night is January 5th, the last last day of the Christmas Season before Epiphany (January 6th), and often included feasting along with the removal of Christmas decorations. French and English celebrations of Twelfth Night included a King's Cake, remembering the visit of the Three Magi, and ale or wine (a King's Cake is part of the observance of Mardi Gras in French Catholic culture of the Southern USA). In some cultures, the King's Cake was part of the celebration of the day of Epiphany.
The popular song "The Twelve Days of Christmas" is usually seen as simply a nonsense song for children. However, some have suggested that it is a song of Christian instruction dating to the 16th century religious wars in England, with hidden references to the basic teachings of the Faith. They contend that it was a mnemonic device to teach the catechism to youngsters. The "true love" mentioned in the song is not an earthly suitor, but refers to God Himself. The "me" who receives the presents refers to every baptized person who is part of the Christian Faith. Each of the "days" represents some aspect of the Christian Faith that was important for children to learn.
However, many have questioned the historical accuracy of this origin of the song The Twelve Days of Christmas. It seems that some have made an issue out of trying to debunk this as an "urban myth," some in the name of historical accuracy and some out of personal agendas. There is little "hard" evidence available either way. Some church historians affirm this account as basically accurate, while others point out apparent historical discrepancies. However, the "evidence" on both sides is mostly in logical deduction and probabilities. One internet site devoted to debunking hoaxes and legends says that, "there is no substantive evidence to demonstrate that the song 'The Twelve Days of Christmas' was created or used as a secret means of preserving tenets of the Catholic faith, or that this claim is anything but a fanciful modern day speculation ..." What is omitted is that there is no "substantive evidence" that will disprove it either.
It is certainly possible that this view of the song is legendary or anecdotal. Without corroboration and in the absence of "substantive evidence," we probably should not take rigid positions on either side and turn the song into a crusade for personal opinions. That would do more to violate the spirit of Christmas than the song is worth. So, for the sake of historical accuracy, we need to acknowledge this uncertainty.
However, on another level, this uncertainty should not prevent us from using the song in celebration of Christmas. Many of the symbols of Christianity were not originally religious, including even the present date of Christmas, but were appropriated from contemporary culture by the Christian Faith as vehicles of worship and proclamation. Perhaps, when all is said and done, historical accuracy is not really the point. Perhaps more important is that Christians can celebrate their rich heritage, and God's grace, through one more avenue this Christmas. Now, when they hear what they once thought was a secular "nonsense song," they will be reminded in one more way of the grace of God working in transforming ways in their lives and in our world. After all, is that not the meaning of Christmas anyway?

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A Partridge in a Pear Tree

The partridge in a pear tree is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, whose birthday we celebrate on December 25, the first day of Christmas. In the song, Christ is symbolically presented as a mother partridge that feigns injury to decoy predators from her helpless nestlings, recalling the expression of Christ's sadness over the fate of Jerusalem: "Jerusalem! Jerusalem! How often would I have sheltered you under my wings, as a hen does her chicks, but you would not have it so . . . ." (Luke 13:34)

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Two Turtle Doves

The Old and New Testaments, which together bear witness to God's self-revelation in history and the creation of a people to tell the Story of God to the world.

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Three French Hens

The Three Theological Virtues: 1) Faith, 2) Hope, and 3) Love (1 Corinthians 13:13)

On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Four Calling Birds

The Four Gospels: 1) Matthew, 2) Mark, 3) Luke, and 4) John, which proclaim the Good News of God's reconciliation of the world to Himself in Jesus Christ.

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Five Gold Rings

The first Five Books of the Old Testament, known as the Torah or the Pentateuch: 1) Genesis, 2) Exodus, 3) Leviticus, 4) Numbers, and 5) Deuteronomy, which gives the history of humanity's sinful failure and God's response of grace in the creation of a people to be a light to the world.

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Six Geese A-laying

The six days of creation that confesses God as Creator and Sustainer of the world (Genesis 1).

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven Swans A-swimming

The seven gifts of the Holy Spirit: 1) prophecy, 2) ministry, 3) teaching, 4) exhortation, 5) giving, 6) leading, and 7) compassion (Romans 12:6-8; cf. 1 Corinthians 12:8-11)

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eight Maids A-milking

The eight Beatitudes: 1) Blessed are the poor in spirit, 2) those who mourn, 3) the meek, 4) those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, 5) the merciful, 6) the pure in heart, 7) the peacemakers, 8) those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake. (Matthew 5:3-10)

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Nine Ladies Dancing

The nine Fruit of the Holy Spirit: 1) love, 2) joy, 3) peace, 4) patience, 5) kindness,6) generosity, 7) faithfulness, 8) gentleness, and 9) self-control. (Galatians 5:22)

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Ten Lords A-leaping

The ten commandments: 1) You shall have no other gods before me; 2) Do not make an idol; 3) Do not take God's name in vain; 4) Remember the Sabbath Day; 5) Honor your father and mother; 6) Do not murder; 7) Do not commit adultery; 8) Do not steal; 9) Do not bear false witness; 10) Do not covet. (Exodus 20:1-17)

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eleven Pipers Piping

The eleven Faithful Apostles: 1) Simon Peter, 2) Andrew, 3) James, 4) John, 5) Philip, 6) Bartholomew, 7) Matthew, 8) Thomas, 9) James bar Alphaeus, 10) Simon the Zealot, 11) Judas bar James. (Luke 6:14-16). The list does not include the twelfth disciple, Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus to the Romans.

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Twelve Drummers Drumming

The twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed: 1) I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. 2) I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. 3) He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the virgin Mary. 4) He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell [the grave]. 5) On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. 6) He will come again to judge the living and the dead. 7) I believe in the Holy Spirit, 8) the holy catholic Church, 9) the communion of saints, 10) the forgiveness of sins, 11) the resurrection of the body, 12) and life everlasting.

Epiphany, January 6
An Epiphany Devotional

Quando te vês mal, e dizes
que preferias a morte,
pensa que outros menos felizes

invejam a tua sorte.

António Aleixo

~Good night my someone~

(The Music Man) by Meredith Willson (As sung by Shirley Jones, ©1962 Warner Bros. Records Inc.)

Good night, my someone.
Good night, my love.
Sleep tight, my someone.
Sleep tight, my love.

Our star is shining its brightest light,
For good night, my love, for good night.

Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be --
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might.
Now good night, my someone, good night.

"True love can be whispered from heart to heart,
When lovers are parted," they say.
But I must depend on a wish and a star
As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.

Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be --
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might.
Now good night, my someone, good night.

Good night! Good night!

(Acho que tenho de deixar de ver a Ally McBeal eheheheheh - ah! No link parece que dá para ouvir a música... :))

Mentiu com habilidade,
fez quantas mentiras quis;
agora fala verdade
ninguém crê no que ele diz.

António Aleixo

Pensamento de ano novo

"There is no deficit in human resources; the deficit is in human will. The well-off and the secure have too often become indifferent and oblivious to the poverty and deprivation in their midst. The poor in our countries have been shut out of our minds, and driven from the mainstream of our societies, because we have allowed them to become invisible. Just as nonviolence exposed the ugliness of racial injustice, so must the infection and sickness of poverty be exposed and healed - not only its symptoms but its basic causes. This, too, will be a fierce struggle, but we must not be afraid to pursue the remedy no matter how formidable the task."

in, Martin Luther King – Nobel Lecture, Nobel Lecture*, December 11, 1964

Entre leigos ou letrados,
fala só de vez em quando,
que nós, às vezes, calados,

dizemos mais que falando.

António Aleixo