tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15399941679561534032024-03-19T02:58:32.485+00:00Travessa da Esperaiinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.comBlogger247125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-39488652083872282022008-12-16T00:28:00.005+00:002008-12-16T00:33:28.269+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65GD2atX-gG_HoAdNE_fpOnhvNdT3Oq0ORqoi9oP0LE1qYtdP_W848KNDFdFK6psRVmSFaZMoeNyyrbZ6jIxhLeJimPNVq4H1xr9zNGrVRPEpYj2BGJPDqBCgYxXeKLlxua98eC4rLXM3/s1600-h/estudo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280179380427414226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65GD2atX-gG_HoAdNE_fpOnhvNdT3Oq0ORqoi9oP0LE1qYtdP_W848KNDFdFK6psRVmSFaZMoeNyyrbZ6jIxhLeJimPNVq4H1xr9zNGrVRPEpYj2BGJPDqBCgYxXeKLlxua98eC4rLXM3/s200/estudo1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sofá: manta, várias chávenas de café, meia luz, apontamentos, livros e dossiers. Os pés por cima de uma (óptima) companhia. Época de estudo intenso. Mas vai-se vivendo, nos intervalos.iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-63478126969875233042008-12-13T16:25:00.002+00:002008-12-13T16:47:24.780+00:00Correcção<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdhXeA1fu-YUOxtUkSjD9XGhjLduVEBIcH58lZcI6biNE2Zn3v9d1xmRSRuIeT_hUmGOwWpCZ0Z8Qh3HbSS46KFIE7-yzomdTYWqOJ2kSGsq7r7ezkBwoDqnj9gobYlHxDGHlJymkkKWU/s1600-h/Veneza+-+2+dia+(174).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279317080061990098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMdhXeA1fu-YUOxtUkSjD9XGhjLduVEBIcH58lZcI6biNE2Zn3v9d1xmRSRuIeT_hUmGOwWpCZ0Z8Qh3HbSS46KFIE7-yzomdTYWqOJ2kSGsq7r7ezkBwoDqnj9gobYlHxDGHlJymkkKWU/s320/Veneza+-+2+dia+(174).JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Veneza - Novembro 2008</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">De facto, o tempo continua a não ser muito. Talvez menos, até. A vida corre a mais que mil à hora. Entre trabalho,<span style="font-size:78%;"> (muito) </span>estudo, e mais trabalho, o tempo que sobra para estar com quem nos faz bem é pouco. Mas quando bem aproveitado, como tem sido o recente caso, torna tudo muito mais fácil. A vida <span style="font-size:78%;">volta a entrar</span> nos eixos.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Agora só falta ter tempo para ir ao cinema ver o novo filme, "O dia em que o mundo parou". Se alguém ja viu, agradece-se opiniões!</span></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-61921155100755652902008-12-11T21:21:00.004+00:002008-12-11T21:25:52.773+00:00Não tenho tido tempo para nada. Frequências, trabalhos, reportagens, com (alguma) diversão à mistura. As horas passam a correr, e os dias voam. Não tenho tempo para aproveitar as coisas - e pessoas - boas que me têm aparecido. Mas também não tenho tempo para digerir as coisas más.<br />Talvez seja o melhor, por agora.iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-54000454552197170542008-12-05T17:50:00.003+00:002008-12-05T17:56:51.253+00:00He's just not that into you:Relativamente ao memorando anterior, ou seja, dois <em>posts</em> para baixo, <a href="http://travessadaespera.blogspot.com/2008/12/memorando.html">este</a>: em vez de andar - <span style="font-size:78%;">horas e horas</span> - a queixar-me de que quero atenção e carinho <em>daquela</em> pessoa, porque não olhar à minha volta e perceber que há outra(s) pessoa(s) que gostavam de estar nesse papel?<br />É que senão perde-se tempo a querer ter o que não há-de ser nosso.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Texto fútil e impulsivo, mais uma vez.</span>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-83050506543675877992008-12-03T21:36:00.002+00:002008-12-03T21:38:54.195+00:00Como é que se pode esquecer o que só se consegue lembrar?Andava eu a querer resumir, quando isto, no final, diz praticamente tudo.<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Miguel Esteves Cardoso.</span></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-28823929654634148592008-12-01T22:50:00.003+00:002008-12-01T23:02:10.259+00:00Memorando:- Da próxima, quando levar horas e horas a queixar-me - <span style="font-size:78%;">a tudo e a todos</span> - de que quero mais atenção, e carinho, e tuditudi, especificar concretamente de quem... <em>trust me</em>, senão calham - <span style="font-size:78%;">mesmo</span> - os errados;<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274960522540444002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLjzemOWDQOQuxfKi4ZkuQYDF7fwX2LL08E3FxwDw-dVlZVSgUW8gU6OqcrQ8peiiKUUMG99QZ5VHJPnCRHj8RnY3zio_wh7lG_V0TCCsKR0MKB3V6eJVlzuzbtYv7WGGF7aITYE7GeqJ/s400/Veneza+-+2+dia+(218).JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Veneza - Novembro 2008</span></em></p>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-21182368755771234112008-11-30T17:20:00.002+00:002008-11-30T17:21:09.946+00:00Resumo das noites desta semana:<div align="center">Eu tínha fígado.</div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(e ainda falta a noite de hoje).</span>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-6005081049152987452008-11-29T00:24:00.003+00:002008-11-29T00:31:31.589+00:00Ironia éSer-se mandada parar duas vezes na mesma noite - duas operações stop seguidas, num espaço de 500 metros - ter bebido um(ns) copo(s) e acusar 0,0. Espectáculo.iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-48178031974878941422008-11-25T23:25:00.012+00:002008-11-25T23:41:08.532+00:00Eis que chega, finalmente, Milão:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qywgeetbXk_cVQULU6bag-r-jMj3GtHpqo76mcLAo5TTI_fyLrDbqSzuUWxBSHHiOPOiEZabmPknuZxMQ_BxB0SACxgHEQoD-dY29DBkaT-XtXUJzO_v3QOpeoC7GZjfMV_BZy3xtSeK/s1600-h/SANY0276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272744191951048674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qywgeetbXk_cVQULU6bag-r-jMj3GtHpqo76mcLAo5TTI_fyLrDbqSzuUWxBSHHiOPOiEZabmPknuZxMQ_BxB0SACxgHEQoD-dY29DBkaT-XtXUJzO_v3QOpeoC7GZjfMV_BZy3xtSeK/s320/SANY0276.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Xi6U-RmBWW1PHZgnbCIsl2lSfpZiB1e1s7CX98yvJynUY9bxb-1x6d2nFSz8ir2VNYEgb5y0BlZLfDrrXUiJNNfuyMbjolkq-zoJkGiWZQJkzs3BE44PY00VN1gKZhJjVs_Rr5e_pTvw/s1600-h/It%C3%A1lia+2008+362.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272743701019274194" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Tem, pelo menos, o homem mais lindo que já vi até hoje, o que já é alguma coisa.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-11275664538481817632008-11-24T21:15:00.002+00:002008-11-24T21:17:40.314+00:00Eu até tinha muita coisa para dizer...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VnpLQCaRmlcUxuP6VhMAp-_9eg5cX9loSkfG5tT9DRBi_okxmLOZPzg2R07I872Su5R5RXsxw9ZZiOyzYgqfs5dschyNG9vk2PJyUB3LSWJbO2XfLlN52_wDTMfTKeUNICux_q8vDpKw/s1600-h/bolo+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272336191618891762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VnpLQCaRmlcUxuP6VhMAp-_9eg5cX9loSkfG5tT9DRBi_okxmLOZPzg2R07I872Su5R5RXsxw9ZZiOyzYgqfs5dschyNG9vk2PJyUB3LSWJbO2XfLlN52_wDTMfTKeUNICux_q8vDpKw/s400/bolo+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mas o melhor é cingir-me à mais recente aquisição: bolo de chocolate no micro-ondas. Não se percebe bem (sou melhor cozinheira que fotógrafa), mas garanto que está uma delícia. Obrigada à P. e ao S. pela receita.</div><br /><div>Milão (de certeza) no próximo <em>post</em>.</div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-20031272885156942912008-11-15T23:59:00.008+00:002008-11-16T21:47:28.669+00:00O "Último Metro" de Jorge Palma<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gIVVQAICBwFpT3D5SYyQfhukeAnH2jFwpd3ALphDoRji1GvjqZAFwQpZINtAs4YGtluRwFKgB-DNhFqS02FFNMhkjf55S5svt1rajFT4zuSqFmOImJPUYjZRGZuriJNYwhkhcOrLDm3s/s1600-h/Jorge+Palma+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269039852962551202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gIVVQAICBwFpT3D5SYyQfhukeAnH2jFwpd3ALphDoRji1GvjqZAFwQpZINtAs4YGtluRwFKgB-DNhFqS02FFNMhkjf55S5svt1rajFT4zuSqFmOImJPUYjZRGZuriJNYwhkhcOrLDm3s/s320/Jorge+Palma+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhML4HoVAQGtsCHgbWeIPEn5sl_THr9AoL9yzlvaMufo5ZWH2os1WRa-mdCUNIhkGsKtDiLYqv0-Zdvz9LwbxDZ7y6ee8O018QetbV4foomkwMkpuNG-Re3aowpyNyYMsWYrSnmPcsCz7yh/s1600-h/Jorge+Palma+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269039591711356610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhML4HoVAQGtsCHgbWeIPEn5sl_THr9AoL9yzlvaMufo5ZWH2os1WRa-mdCUNIhkGsKtDiLYqv0-Zdvz9LwbxDZ7y6ee8O018QetbV4foomkwMkpuNG-Re3aowpyNyYMsWYrSnmPcsCz7yh/s320/Jorge+Palma+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yn3FFEA8s0ibjVfwt3aTI3fw2b4Jkbh60wVcXVaK3MmMAO69TXOCb44a70FazvRLVwtCSLPAVYCvjtGoPaFco1lrwgfMOQEMAPnxDAuIyVYOVjj_IehFJ4ahHrz0LChxEDy9KCybGxge/s1600-h/Jorge+Palma+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269039003693447618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yn3FFEA8s0ibjVfwt3aTI3fw2b4Jkbh60wVcXVaK3MmMAO69TXOCb44a70FazvRLVwtCSLPAVYCvjtGoPaFco1lrwgfMOQEMAPnxDAuIyVYOVjj_IehFJ4ahHrz0LChxEDy9KCybGxge/s320/Jorge+Palma+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYu3Xnq8remPVF9w9kzGldX-thVMcjocY9vCRNjgoCvxpExVpRH9jZGXmoeZIYLcAnW_skcGr7u2ORlxNt6EcHNLT-n6cUcMsBfEgwJYLc35fYo-CEAbTULO1kfpPCTWTk1NU0FzBht8eI/s1600-h/Jorge+Palma+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269038611757439938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYu3Xnq8remPVF9w9kzGldX-thVMcjocY9vCRNjgoCvxpExVpRH9jZGXmoeZIYLcAnW_skcGr7u2ORlxNt6EcHNLT-n6cUcMsBfEgwJYLc35fYo-CEAbTULO1kfpPCTWTk1NU0FzBht8eI/s320/Jorge+Palma+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>A única coisa boa de trabalhar num jornal onde não se é remunerado é ter bilhetes grátis para várias coisas. Desta vez, para o concerto do final da digressão de Jorge Palma, "Último Metro". 32 temas da carreira onde apenas conhecíamos uns quatro ou cinco. Mas valeu pelo grande músico que é, pelos cantores que a ele se juntaram (Tim, João Gil) e pela noite bem passada. Agora resta-me escrever 2000 caracteres sobre o concerto...</div><br /><div>Milão fica então para o próximo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">post</span>. Ah, e não estavam a pedir uma foto minha de frente? Cá está :) (sou a da esquerda, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">by</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">way</span>. Sim, o loiro foi-se...)</div></div></div></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-80186489553591219282008-11-14T13:06:00.013+00:002008-11-14T13:23:08.504+00:00E Veneza foi assim:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTdHBcrmVtpcshm32jhvadcEsLnEs5Sqj2xYsnQANPM1Ofz5TC7F4ZOzCBAPG1gcNUBPuGbRP-7rNW0c3OXZx3FwqJvAjXQomoGpkEJRJlO9xftG_thwc-X8kvVJhE26krvjfaXH98PMz/s1600-h/It%C3%A1lia+2008+255.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268501940477156258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTdHBcrmVtpcshm32jhvadcEsLnEs5Sqj2xYsnQANPM1Ofz5TC7F4ZOzCBAPG1gcNUBPuGbRP-7rNW0c3OXZx3FwqJvAjXQomoGpkEJRJlO9xftG_thwc-X8kvVJhE26krvjfaXH98PMz/s320/It%C3%A1lia+2008+255.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5Ts6xTHWs1DOYDY1ZUjM10ocKn6y7tlVzpucyyoQIy-4I0j-r920H0txN_4_guesX5KOg6wh58df4Ct6MN0WyW9VA5Ww6o45mpLaCqKtmKSBxhSWkE8q0KQfRNdPvglv316Uczf_xrUg/s1600-h/It%C3%A1lia+2008+276.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268501637830529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5Ts6xTHWs1DOYDY1ZUjM10ocKn6y7tlVzpucyyoQIy-4I0j-r920H0txN_4_guesX5KOg6wh58df4Ct6MN0WyW9VA5Ww6o45mpLaCqKtmKSBxhSWkE8q0KQfRNdPvglv316Uczf_xrUg/s320/It%C3%A1lia+2008+276.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohczUWeeuISE54SRQg7gULvVL3A3cE_slFeQAEpwBxOShZJOqfLvOpjRo6rV2D5Mb-yswEZhj39Jp5uLvfji-cN1s3_7jFHOqxotlpqNEmLBrgUbC2MXax3mz8mICgU8MCPaY5QEvtdVi/s1600-h/It%C3%A1lia+2008+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268501240892863522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohczUWeeuISE54SRQg7gULvVL3A3cE_slFeQAEpwBxOShZJOqfLvOpjRo6rV2D5Mb-yswEZhj39Jp5uLvfji-cN1s3_7jFHOqxotlpqNEmLBrgUbC2MXax3mz8mICgU8MCPaY5QEvtdVi/s320/It%C3%A1lia+2008+147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAxLp0v1pj_Nft3GTbRrSpABGxtUGYiEry2GtlNe2Bm4PpbqjCmybwwwXWlu2mjt4t9bPzUEpP2ZQuUsiFpaZisXI6WTS5XU_bS18unuNZNVigsXUVwNyAl-qRKlGiImQY0276b5sz5m5/s1600-h/It%C3%A1lia+2008+135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500989043087154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4q9RhXxD1ZI3VU604vbu8jkMwJPNMxrcNDmaLe2-rCC5w_0ynOu_OvY4wC0x0ExT6-JGvM5IAyP1qNVrqIvzG6sOQEQ0GGSJ28RBaniTSNULUs-bBpV6zJIEDxc22tTj1no6_9CJGrIHc/s320/It%C3%A1lia+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCre5_MpBKpJdJIfz-l-EHNoh9MH62acaKYUx822JFplSupkG7eXFoBkAFxhEryHACP1MQEIItqgZE4C3MmtJOFvRtRhdeRIcGu8_lrLJVVj68jMX0eBRT5PVPzmXpHATIMEm-33RZ_ZL/s1600-h/It%C3%A1lia+2008+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268499227275525202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCre5_MpBKpJdJIfz-l-EHNoh9MH62acaKYUx822JFplSupkG7eXFoBkAFxhEryHACP1MQEIItqgZE4C3MmtJOFvRtRhdeRIcGu8_lrLJVVj68jMX0eBRT5PVPzmXpHATIMEm-33RZ_ZL/s320/It%C3%A1lia+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Frio, mas sem as habituais cheias, pelo que a temivel visão de andar sempre a escorrer água não aconteceu. Lindo, lindo. </div><div align="center">Milão no próximo post.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-54925904897553055352008-11-05T15:48:00.005+00:002008-11-14T13:24:16.577+00:00De partida para:<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGS-kMsFz0qJ7TZC8u5uOQIojZOsQqagzoz0zamWY1MHwOomec9xcNDEaLd54MImJbt35xSUe4k2pFrbv3w6XMcZvwK8YayQSc3vspU7rRJ3VxmAAJQMuwiilKGdWDiqCTiwwg8C_yxvhz/s1600-h/galeria-milao.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265202633673622866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGS-kMsFz0qJ7TZC8u5uOQIojZOsQqagzoz0zamWY1MHwOomec9xcNDEaLd54MImJbt35xSUe4k2pFrbv3w6XMcZvwK8YayQSc3vspU7rRJ3VxmAAJQMuwiilKGdWDiqCTiwwg8C_yxvhz/s400/galeria-milao.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong> Milão</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265201929292839170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNub2C6DaoN-Vr1zvH1sG7UiHlKcfPwtCpffS-XFDDr4jS0DACRf8zSd2WaSUVS3nN3GQihNoS4biHT35tuYmNRxzpmrsYZAhZfQZRghSCapWe1vRElswtl0AD0sjAhXyGT5P4lAHdplw/s400/BXK63647_veneza800.jpg" border="0" /><strong> </strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Veneza</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><br /></div>Porque nem só de política, crise mundial, frases lamechas e histórias sem futuro vive a <em>Travessa da Espera</em>. Até terça-feira, encontro-me por estes sítios. Não prevejo actualizar o blog, a não ser que decida ficar por lá. Até ao meu regresso, então.iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-32945722990342386372008-11-03T19:45:00.005+00:002008-11-03T20:02:16.276+00:00A um dia das eleições mais esperadas do último ano<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3k2o33KSFKUX53LuuhPfm3DKxyZy5FSgQT_YguUdQRXSLooqryuxbSg1QdxFrzlxpU4Vi2OC-LcWYLlkKx9RU6GPcNXeh_FQXpgA7cJCNKHnRutx4Kaqe-EQhQVW-eOnmZSFI1bOaxVJ2/s1600-h/yeswecan2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264522720498443346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3k2o33KSFKUX53LuuhPfm3DKxyZy5FSgQT_YguUdQRXSLooqryuxbSg1QdxFrzlxpU4Vi2OC-LcWYLlkKx9RU6GPcNXeh_FQXpgA7cJCNKHnRutx4Kaqe-EQhQVW-eOnmZSFI1bOaxVJ2/s400/yeswecan2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>O vício por política apura-se. O dia é de grandes decisões. É esperar, e torcer por este senhor.</div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-75383454011677673252008-10-31T23:34:00.004+00:002008-10-31T23:44:02.682+00:00Diário de bordo da última semana:Estoril, Chelas, Benfica, Sintra, Colares, Academia Sporting, Alcochete, Benfica, Loures.<br /><br />As costas queixam-se, o cérebro pede descanso, o sono é imenso.<br />Desconheço qualquer conceito que conjugue as palavras "vida" e "social". A universidade, o jornal e os trabalhos de publicidade não deixaram, esta semana, qualquer espaço para isso. Entretanto, pode ser que as coisas melhorem. Pode ser que, brevemente, volte a ter vida de estudante universitária...<br /><br />Entretanto, fica uma das músicas que mais toca no portátil e nestas infinitas viagens.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWIbTYLNezQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWIbTYLNezQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Adele - Hometown Glory</span></em></p>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-66064451215564396662008-10-27T18:34:00.003+00:002008-10-27T18:39:28.791+00:00Está tudo dito, aqui:<div align="center">(...)</div><div align="center"><em>"Afinal quanto vale um toque? Uma pele que só apetece cheirar, uns braços fortes na nossa cintura e umas mãos decididas? Tudo, meus amigos.Uma mulher quer que a puxem pela cintura, querem que a façam sentir desejada e ao mesmo tempo segura. Querem um homem, não querem um menino".</em></div><div align="center">(...)</div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261905000623055650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMCAo0UTm7MicbkIzw4qJ-CB2lSGBEJvnC65DISQj8g8PgVnAEHxIK4IrhJNBhreRu5Tnmkko80izseGJLTnrqJfTFBXwPNwJFNgRM_crhv5zn7pC84zd-qBauCVYY3iBjSy5vNt096_x/s200/DSC00712.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">O resto, </span><a href="http://oblogdodesassossego.blogspot.com/2008/10/touch-me-touch-me-i-wanna-feel-your.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">aqui</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-92184072346017999322008-10-24T20:43:00.003+01:002008-10-24T20:45:55.105+01:00Dito por um senhor da ERC do qual nem quero saber o nome:<div align="center">"Mas Manuela Moura Guedes, eu não lhe estou a fazer uma oral!" </div><br />E todo o meu jantar e começo de fim-de-semana ficou estragado...iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-56348042663111975122008-10-19T23:43:00.003+01:002008-10-19T23:50:17.715+01:00Entre o jantar e o estudoSem ter tido tempo para mais, aqui fica um resumo do que se vai passando:<br /><br />- Tenho <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Espondilite_anquilosante">espondilite anquilosante</a>, o que supostamente me faz ter de repousar o máximo possível (not!) e fazer fisioterapia;<br />- Voltei a escrever para o Semanário Académico de Lisboa, que sai nas universidades às Terças. Não é remunerado mas dá direito a receber convites para algumas festas :)<br />- Estou a colaborar de novo com o Diário Económico, agora como <em>freelancer</em>, no suplemento Caixa-Empresas;<br /><br />- Quanto ao amor em <em><a href="http://travessadaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-dias-disseram-me.html">part-time</a></em>, será que sobra tempo - e pessoa - para isso?iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-20317979587591922432008-10-12T23:44:00.005+01:002008-10-13T23:25:38.326+01:00Há dias disseram-me:<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"Tu precisas é de um amor em part-time ".</span></em></div><br /><br />Talvez. Mas teria mesmo de ser em <em>part-time</em>. Sem horários e dias definidos. Sem explicações, ou interrogações. Depois de tud<a href="http://travessadaespera.blogspot.com/2008/03/explicao.html">o</a>, é a única forma, pelo menos agora, de dar a alguém aquilo que quero receber.iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-17283904313278694162008-10-12T21:35:00.003+01:002008-10-12T21:48:17.324+01:00Preciso<div>(desesperadamente) de algo que me surpreenda, que me faça ver tudo de outra forma. Preciso de um desafio, de algo que me dê luta, que me custe a ganhar.<br /><br />Preciso de algo, mas não faço ideia do quê. Algo que me tire deste estado permanente de "ora-estou-feliz-ora-não-me-apetece-fazer-nada".</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256372019787345554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfpenf6fTNUzaFeVMVhif1w7GK38u7kZ5ceOqyFBgEH4Xbyw5QkU-4riBlrLMbpsCJRIy3iApXrGdMSJExqWO41gyb60bOQ2vcq_IotpbhwoT8Wm_IXgEXE2p-PbcJB-PfMls93qMi97c/s200/cafe01ak9.jpg" border="0" />iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-19447858024966604222008-10-07T23:19:00.002+01:002008-10-07T23:28:35.427+01:00Conclusão óbvia, mas ainda assim não deixa de ser pertinente<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzV20QZfmJfVQkrPP3SkUL3FrNPxG2KeN_zZ4U7DhBXf-nMP-FttLMEHdrdCi1VWdufw1SlnYe5Gh32tdJXMiNtuMB9KRTMh4dxoB_TqxF1wZtBYANNNDmGsEugKdXXXhY8JgTpDC8v59/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254542393601774210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzV20QZfmJfVQkrPP3SkUL3FrNPxG2KeN_zZ4U7DhBXf-nMP-FttLMEHdrdCi1VWdufw1SlnYe5Gh32tdJXMiNtuMB9KRTMh4dxoB_TqxF1wZtBYANNNDmGsEugKdXXXhY8JgTpDC8v59/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As mulheres vestem-se, e calçam-se, umas para as outras. Nenhum homem repara ou depois se lembra do que é que tínhamos vestido. Ainda assim, não deixamos de demorar uma hora para nos arranjar, e combinar umas peças com as outras. Não vale a pena leitoras, no final da noite, as peças mais <em>fashions</em> que temos acabarão de volta ao armário ou, na melhor das hipóteses, caídas num chão qualquer.</div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-41446094632614165782008-10-05T22:42:00.001+01:002008-10-05T22:44:04.177+01:00Mas então Inês, porque não estás bem humorada?Ora então será porque foi feriado a um Domingo, ou porque fui ao estádio e o Sporting perdeu com o Porto?iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-65703017323406049892008-09-29T21:19:00.004+01:002008-10-01T22:47:47.641+01:00Em Novembro voltará a ser assim:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKc3NFp6a6H5WHjbBw6o-sbbUGr6Op0KSPOENsbSHKKuTXf5qfd2dAgY1T5llGP-M9sP-mlNKEXVENwu3IezdUWVli6o5KyU7osFH2rRolXMu5w0ANX1s3MFO__eG2T3k698binBFGnJA/s1600-h/Italia+(1)-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252305341218550018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKc3NFp6a6H5WHjbBw6o-sbbUGr6Op0KSPOENsbSHKKuTXf5qfd2dAgY1T5llGP-M9sP-mlNKEXVENwu3IezdUWVli6o5KyU7osFH2rRolXMu5w0ANX1s3MFO__eG2T3k698binBFGnJA/s320/Italia+(1)-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoZ-LY-UxLfV_RAX8nCcNhEoQRQKK9yeFGQca7-1HuLCItgHJYe1uAYtR1GWQvobcPxl0biLGwTMgEigVegenLp70WjaVdgPyaYBM4Rb9PJbmXOKfcjKb82IaLTXW4xnHaDtRXOU1fRHp/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251541342475115746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoZ-LY-UxLfV_RAX8nCcNhEoQRQKK9yeFGQca7-1HuLCItgHJYe1uAYtR1GWQvobcPxl0biLGwTMgEigVegenLp70WjaVdgPyaYBM4Rb9PJbmXOKfcjKb82IaLTXW4xnHaDtRXOU1fRHp/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em> Itália 2006</em><br /></span><br /><br /><div></div></div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-72248199547098895402008-09-29T20:57:00.002+01:002008-09-29T21:19:41.854+01:00Contrariedades<div>Não ganhei o Euromilhões. Ganho esta semana. Mas, no entanto, tive a oportunidade de conhecer o Kofi Annan, Secretário-geral das Nações Unidas. Sim, ao vivinho, cá em Lisboa. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>O discurso dele já nós conhecemos. E, maioritariamente, nem ligamos muito. Mas ele viaja pelo mundo, vai aos sítios, vê a pobreza a centímetros dele. Quer ajudar, quer que nós e os nossos Governos ajudemos. E o mínimo que podemos fazer, é ouvir o que ele tem a dizer.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251539206817496690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRB9tnfY0tdqE5TQNmnJL50EoTZKFdF-V07hBIoyCg1ujq2Hq7uXHrhN05qUxLmYzk4kTH9Z3GLyscruNUOfOosyv0cwdKLpLW6QLvwHFCQUzkuw4FHMomnSkcai_04SXwuTnn_PwinfF/s320/annan2002large.jpg" border="0" />iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539994167956153403.post-38891034383211507552008-09-24T01:44:00.003+01:002008-09-24T01:49:34.408+01:00Ora então é assim:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixJIuaEP3jTCw6Ip7fMECS2xEMhk2UgBd2ea5VSJiOi0n1zDFoObhR0bBxalUW0jFeBHEGGhIy6Sfz9FRH1E-pMy9UoyqtWJa8TfDe66qP_iXEMLIYSEsPezoZevej8MFyyJfijSSj9ZK/s1600-h/euromilhoes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249383586546493826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixJIuaEP3jTCw6Ip7fMECS2xEMhk2UgBd2ea5VSJiOi0n1zDFoObhR0bBxalUW0jFeBHEGGhIy6Sfz9FRH1E-pMy9UoyqtWJa8TfDe66qP_iXEMLIYSEsPezoZevej8MFyyJfijSSj9ZK/s320/euromilhoes2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sexta-feira vou ganhar o Euromilhões. Eu sei, muitos já o disseram. Mas Sexta vou ganhar, o que é que querem. As apostas já foram feitas, os números milionários já lá estão prontos para ganhar 130 milhões de euros. 130 milhões, pois é.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Façam os vossos pedidos até Sexta à tarde, pois a partir daí vou ser demasiado excêntrica para os conseguir decorar. </div>iinêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11409488926463297043noreply@blogger.com4