<?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-4119982222909996436</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:39:03.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Mehr Licht</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5610853292157229336</id><published>2012-01-23T13:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:39:03.706Z</updated><title type='text'>fell in love with a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ZbGbYn3t1dg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbGbYn3t1dg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbGbYn3t1dg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5610853292157229336?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5610853292157229336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5610853292157229336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5610853292157229336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5610853292157229336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2012/01/fell-in-love-with-song.html' title='fell in love with a song'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6611608352240745667</id><published>2012-01-22T18:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:05:04.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Convencidos da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Todos os dias os encontro. Evito-os. Às vezes sou obrigado a escutá-los, a dialogar com eles. Já não me confrangem. Contam-me vitórias. Querem vencer, querem, convencidos, convencer. Vençam lá, à vontade. Sobretudo, vençam sem me chatear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também os aturo por escrito. No livro, no jornal. Romancistas, poetas, ensaístas, críticos (de cinema, meu Deus, de cinema!). Será&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que voltaram os polígrafos? Voltaram, pois, e em força.&lt;br /&gt;Convencidos da vida há-os, afinal, por toda a parte, em todos (e por todos) os meios. Eles estão convictos da sua excelência, da excelência das suas obras e manobras (as obras justificam as manobras), de que podem ser, se ainda não são, os melhores, os mais em vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praticam, uns com os outros, nada de genuinamente indecente: apenas um espelhismo lisonjeador. Além de espectadores, o convencido precisa de irmãos-em-convencimento. Isolado, através de quem poderia continuar a convencer-se, a propagar-se?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) No corre-que-corre, o convencido da vida não é um vaidoso à toa. Ele é o vaidoso que quer extrair da sua vaidade, que nunca é gratuita, todo o rendimento possível. Nos negócios, na política, no jornalismo, nas letras, nas artes. É tão capaz de aceitar uma condecoração como de rejeitá-la. Depende do que, na circunstância, ele julgar que lhe será mais útil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem o sabe observar, para quem tem a pachorra de lhe seguir a trajectória, o convencido da vida farta-se de cometer «gaffes». Não importa: o caminho é em frente e para cima. A pior das «gaffes», além daquelas, apenas formais, que decorrem da sua ignorância de certos sinais ou etiquetas de casta, de classe, e que o inculcam como um arrivista, um «parvenu», a pior das «gaffes» é o convencido da vida julgar-se mais hábil manobrador do que qualquer outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Daí que não seja tão raro como isso ver um convencido da vida fazer plof e descer, liquidado, para as profundas. Se tiver raça, pôr-se-á, imediatamente, a «refaire surface». Cá chegado, ei-lo a retomar, metamorfoseado ou não, o seu propósito de se convencer da vida - da sua, claro - para de novo ser, com toda a plenitude, o convencido da vida que, afinal... sempre foi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre O'Neill via &lt;a href="http://www.citador.pt/textos/os-convencidos-da-vida-alexandre-oneill"&gt;Citador&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6611608352240745667?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6611608352240745667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6611608352240745667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6611608352240745667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6611608352240745667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-convencidos-da-vida.html' title='Os Convencidos da Vida'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7900596356902018816</id><published>2012-01-14T13:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:17:30.769Z</updated><title type='text'>um, dois, três</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Em 31 anos de vida chego à conclusão que apenas 3 (três) coisas são uma fonte constante de felicidade. E elas são as crianças, os animais e o chocolate. Duvido que alguma outra coisa se vá juntar à lista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7900596356902018816?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7900596356902018816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7900596356902018816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7900596356902018816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7900596356902018816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dois-tres.html' title='um, dois, três'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4341647694506488081</id><published>2012-01-07T20:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:26:47.540Z</updated><title type='text'>"Mamihlapinatapai"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;palavra da língua yagan, língua do povo indígena com o mesmo nome da Terra do Fogo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está no Livro de Recordes do Guinness como uma das palavras de mais difícil tradução que se conhece. Em nenhum outro idioma, a não ser no original, se pode dizer o seu significado sem que para isso várias outras palavras sejam necessárias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significado: Um olhar entre duas pessoas onde ambas esperam que a outra inicie uma acção que as duas desejam mas que nenhuma tem coragem de começar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4341647694506488081?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4341647694506488081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4341647694506488081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4341647694506488081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4341647694506488081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2012/01/mamihlapinatapai.html' title='&quot;Mamihlapinatapai&quot;'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4171227521972944154</id><published>2011-12-27T20:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:13:33.705Z</updated><title type='text'>the distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Who can be sure of anything through the distance that keeps you from knowing the truth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/k9jHNuH1gqQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9jHNuH1gqQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9jHNuH1gqQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4171227521972944154?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4171227521972944154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4171227521972944154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4171227521972944154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4171227521972944154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/12/distance.html' title='the distance'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4774227616558768068</id><published>2011-12-24T01:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:28:59.447Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/F5nzwqj3utY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5nzwqj3utY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5nzwqj3utY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-100392580687437099?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/100392580687437099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=100392580687437099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/100392580687437099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/100392580687437099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/12/volume-up-please.html' title='volume up, please.'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4688011668466918550</id><published>2011-11-28T20:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:10:56.445Z</updated><title type='text'>abandonei-me ao silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"um dia pressenti a música estelar das pedras, abandonei-me ao silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;é lentíssimo este amor progredindo com o bater do coração&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;não, não preciso mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;possuo a doença dos espaços incomensuráveis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e os secretos poços dos nómadas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4688011668466918550?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4688011668466918550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4688011668466918550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4688011668466918550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4688011668466918550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/11/abandonei-me-ao-silencio.html' title='abandonei-me ao silêncio'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-2703829816372083258</id><published>2011-11-21T20:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:18:56.940Z</updated><title type='text'>pormenor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hoje ouvi que o corpo humano tem a estrutura suficiente para viver 120 anos. Eu acredito. Acredito que se deixarmos de amar, conseguimos lá chegar. Se continuarmos a amar, não queremos viver 120 anos. É justo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-2703829816372083258?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/2703829816372083258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=2703829816372083258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2703829816372083258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2703829816372083258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/11/pormenor.html' title='pormenor'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7987121215356747462</id><published>2011-10-10T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:47:57.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhu3b75xRQo/TpNn9904jEI/AAAAAAAABxM/cFpsxvwoUDk/s1600/tumblr_lrl8idLCEC1qgkoejo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhu3b75xRQo/TpNn9904jEI/AAAAAAAABxM/cFpsxvwoUDk/s1600/tumblr_lrl8idLCEC1qgkoejo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7987121215356747462?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7987121215356747462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7987121215356747462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7987121215356747462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7987121215356747462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/10/true.html' title='true'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhu3b75xRQo/TpNn9904jEI/AAAAAAAABxM/cFpsxvwoUDk/s72-c/tumblr_lrl8idLCEC1qgkoejo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4008892408618822300</id><published>2011-10-09T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:05:09.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The good do not always come to good ends. It is a truth universally acknowledged."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Ka7e-QU3Y/TpHUGBizXYI/AAAAAAAABxI/7Hi_qSf-XbU/s1600/CassandraAusten-JaneAusten%2528c.1810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Ka7e-QU3Y/TpHUGBizXYI/AAAAAAAABxI/7Hi_qSf-XbU/s1600/CassandraAusten-JaneAusten%2528c.1810%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4008892408618822300?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4008892408618822300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4008892408618822300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4008892408618822300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4008892408618822300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-jane.html' title='oh, Jane'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Ka7e-QU3Y/TpHUGBizXYI/AAAAAAAABxI/7Hi_qSf-XbU/s72-c/CassandraAusten-JaneAusten%2528c.1810%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5133546367166833507</id><published>2011-10-06T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:43:45.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>"A única maneira de fazer um trabalho extraordinário é de amares aquilo que fazes. Se ainda não o encontraste, continua a procurar. Não te acomodes. Tal como com os assuntos do coração, tu saberás quando é que o encontraste."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5133546367166833507?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5133546367166833507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5133546367166833507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5133546367166833507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5133546367166833507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/10/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5992694077840552356</id><published>2011-10-05T13:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:22:23.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Baskerville, Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Baskerville, Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edmund Spenser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5992694077840552356?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5992694077840552356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5992694077840552356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5992694077840552356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5992694077840552356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-there-is-nothing-lost-that-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7687212116440068620</id><published>2011-09-30T22:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:58:51.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>atordoada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ando a cambalear entre a realidade e os sonhos. Não sei onde vou caír. Só espero não caír de cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7687212116440068620?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7687212116440068620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7687212116440068620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7687212116440068620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7687212116440068620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/09/atordoada.html' title='atordoada'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-1887560444944504299</id><published>2011-09-30T16:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:01:48.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness and a wandering eye and a heaviness in my head... But don't you remember the reason you loved me before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/RDRwqTNLGDs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDRwqTNLGDs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDRwqTNLGDs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-1887560444944504299?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/1887560444944504299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=1887560444944504299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1887560444944504299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1887560444944504299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-i-have-fickle-heart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3254140592120840026</id><published>2011-09-28T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:17:04.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fazer o quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Quando nisto iam, descobriram trinta ou quarenta moinhos de vento, que há naquele campo. Assim que D. Quixote os viu, disse para o escudeiro:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— A aventura vai encaminhando os nossos negócios melhor do que o soubemos desejar; porque, vês ali, amigo Sancho Pança, onde se descobrem trinta ou mais desaforados gigantes, com quem penso fazer batalha, e tirar-lhes a todos as vidas, e com cujos despojos começaremos a enriquecer; que esta é boa guerra, e bom serviço faz a Deus quem tira tão má raça da face da terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Quais gigantes? — disse Sancho Pança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Aqueles que ali vês — respondeu o amo — de braços tão compridos, que alguns os têm de quase duas léguas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Olhe bem Vossa Mercê — disse o escudeiro — que aquilo não são gigantes, são moinhos de vento; e os que parecem braços não são senão as velas, que tocadas do vento fazem trabalhar as mós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Bem se vê — respondeu D. Quixote — que não andas corrente nisto das aventuras; são gigantes, são; e, se tens medo, tira-te daí, e põe-te em oração enquanto eu vou entrar com eles em fera e desigual batalha.Dizendo isto, meteu esporas ao cavalo Rocinante, sem atender aos gritos do escudeiro, que lhe repetia serem sem dúvida alguma moinhos de vento, e não gigantes, os que ia acometer. Mas tão cego ia ele em que eram gigantes, que nem ouvia as vozes de Sancho nem reconhecia, com o estar já muito perto, o que era; antes ia dizendo a brado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Não fujais, covardes e vis criaturas; é um só cavaleiro o que vos investe.Levantou-se neste comenos um pouco de vento, e começaram as velas a mover-se; vendo isto D. Quixote, disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Ainda que movais mais braços do que os do gigante Briareu, heis-de mo pagar.E dizendo isto, encomendando-se de todo o coração à sua senhora Dulcinéia, pedindo-lhe que, em tamanho transe o socorresse, bem coberto da sua rodela, com a lança em riste, arremeteu a todo o galope do Rocinante, e se aviou contra o primeiro moinho que estava diante, e dando-lhe uma lançada na vela, o vento a volveu com tanta fúria, que fez a lança em pedaços, levando desastradamente cavalo e cavaleiro, que foi rodando miseravelmente pelo campo fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lerantesdemorrer.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dom-quixote-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://lerantesdemorrer.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dom-quixote-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acudiu Sancho Pança a socorrê-lo, a todo o correr do seu asno; e quando chegou ao amo, reconheceu que não se podia menear, tal fora o trambolhão que dera com o cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Valha-me Deus! — exclamou Sancho — Não lhe disse eu a Vossa Mercê que reparasse no que fazia, que não eram senão moinhos de vento, e que só o podia desconhecer quem dentro na cabeça tivesse outros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Cala a boca, amigo Sancho — respondeu D. Quixote; — as coisas da guerra são de todas as mais sujeitas a contínuas mudanças; o que eu mais creio, e deve ser verdade, é que aquele sábio Frestão, que me roubou o aposento e os livros, transformou estes gigantes em moinhos, para me falsear a glória de os vencer, tamanha é a inimizade que me tem; mas ao cabo das contas, pouco lhe hão-de valer as suas más artes contra a bondade da minha espada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;— Valha-o Deus, que o pode! — respondeu Pança.E ajudando-o a levantar, o tornou a subir para cima do Rocinante, que estava também meio desasado."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3254140592120840026?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3254140592120840026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6280427500494907332</id><published>2011-09-25T01:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:14:00.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>can't explain it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdxwTnnPATU/Tn58cE2qJ2I/AAAAAAAABxE/pch80U4X75E/s1600/shot_1316888143892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdxwTnnPATU/Tn58cE2qJ2I/AAAAAAAABxE/pch80U4X75E/s400/shot_1316888143892.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6280427500494907332?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6280427500494907332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6280427500494907332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6280427500494907332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6280427500494907332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/09/cant-explain-it.html' title='can&apos;t explain it'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdxwTnnPATU/Tn58cE2qJ2I/AAAAAAAABxE/pch80U4X75E/s72-c/shot_1316888143892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7854063227973984620</id><published>2011-08-21T16:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:20:21.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7854063227973984620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7854063227973984620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7854063227973984620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-1835702879599176443</id><published>2011-08-15T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:07:07.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/0Rc-9Bz_Sdo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rc-9Bz_Sdo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param 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center;"&gt;Queixa-te coxa-te desnalga-te desalma-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arfa arqueja moleja aleija&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ferra marca dispara enodoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz festa protesta desembesta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arranha arrepanha apanha espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1835702879599176443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1835702879599176443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-se-pode-morar-nos-olhos-de-um-gato.html' title='Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6368231813977704836</id><published>2011-07-22T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:19:13.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>licht, mehr licht</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Viver é ir morrendo a beijar a luz."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;António Patrício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6368231813977704836?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6368231813977704836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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dissolvem-no, e, contudo, &lt;br /&gt;nesta insignificância, gratuita e desvalida, &lt;br /&gt;Universo sou eu, com nebulosas e tudo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;António Gedeão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6243690772625119857?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6243690772625119857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6243690772625119857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6243690772625119857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6243690772625119857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/com-nebulosas-e-tudo.html' title='com nebulosas e tudo'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7546453522288166894</id><published>2011-07-17T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:54:38.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10TAzl6MKP4/TeYpfGA65pI/AAAAAAAACB0/G1iX0z5mH_I/s1600/lu%25C3%25ADsa+guimaraes+rosa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10TAzl6MKP4/TeYpfGA65pI/AAAAAAAACB0/G1iX0z5mH_I/s640/lu%25C3%25ADsa+guimaraes+rosa.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;encontrei &lt;a href="http://www.casadeosso.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7546453522288166894?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7546453522288166894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10TAzl6MKP4/TeYpfGA65pI/AAAAAAAACB0/G1iX0z5mH_I/s72-c/lu%25C3%25ADsa+guimaraes+rosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7434485281741045120</id><published>2011-07-17T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:50:12.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to Poe or not to Poe</title><content type='html'>"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Edgar Allan Poe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7434485281741045120?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7434485281741045120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7434485281741045120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7434485281741045120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7434485281741045120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-poe-or-not-to-poe.html' title='to Poe or not to Poe'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7944347761197045937</id><published>2011-07-13T22:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:16:14.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in felicidade</title><content type='html'>Uma coisa que adoro no Direito é o facto de ser um sistema organizado de ideias com o qual consigo encontrar analogia para o meu quotidiano. Se há mundo onde se chamam os bois pelos nomes é no Direito e esse rigor (que chega a roçar a mesquinharia) fascina-me. E gosto dos direitos reais em especial, cadeira à qual acabei de chumbar mas quanto mais me bate mais eu gosto dela. E o que eu gosto mais nos direitos reais é o facto de também serem chamados de "direito das coisas". A liberdade de se poder chamar uma coisa de coisa e estar a usar de rigor técnico-jurídico ao mesmo tempo é libertadora e enche-me de alegria. É que há coisas que têm mesmo que ser chamadas de coisas porque são coisas. E essas coisas podem ser corpóreas ou incorpóreas, móveis ou imóveis, fungíveis ou infungíveis, consumíveis ou inconsumíveis, divisíveis ou indivisíveis, principais ou acessórias, et cetera. Adoro. "Tenho aqui uma coisa para ti!" - posso estar a referir-me a um naco de pão ou a pozinhos de perlimpimpim e, tecnicamente, estarei sempre (mais ou menos) correcta. Acho reconfortante. Isso ou a minha saúde mental estará a deteriorar-se de dia para dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade também é uma coisa. Com isto estou a dizer que a felicidade pode ser objecto de um negócio. Não de um negócio jurídico, claro, mas transacções mais metafísicas. E se, à semelhança do direito, tivesse que estabelecer uma definição de felicidade, esta seria: A felicidade consciente é uma coisa simples que se adquire por via de um processo extremamente complicado. Seguir-se-iam trinta e uma mil teorias que criticariam esta definição por insuficiente ou por partir de pressupostos que não estão definidos. E o mais triste disto tudo é que é mesmo verdade. Mas eu insisto: A felicidade consciente é uma coisa simples que se adquire por via de um processo extremamente complicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que existem dois tipos de felicidade que se aplicam a duas tipologias distintas de pessoa: as conscientes e as inconscientes. Então há a felicidade consciente e a felicidade inconsciente. Eu estou a falar da felicidade consciente. A felicidade inconsciente é a felicidade "só porque sim". Ou, como eu gosto de lhe chamar, a felicidade "E canta como se tivesse/ mais razões p'ra cantar que a vida." A felicidade consciente é a outra. E quero lá saber das trinta mil e uma teorias. A felicidade consciente, embora possa não parecer, existe. Apenas é de duração inferior e (muito) mais intervalada do que a outra. Afinal de contas é consciente e ninguém no seu juízo completo pode ser plenamente feliz se estiver consciente da vida como ela é. A consciência, a problematização constante das questões, não deixa a felicidade entrar. É o porteiro grande e gordo, de fato preto e óculos escuros e auricular no ouvido de braços cruzados de frente para nós. A felicidade consciente é uma coisa simples que se adquire por via de um processo extremamente complicado. O processo, além de complicado, é longo (ou é complicado porque também é longo). Chega a durar a vida inteira. E só no fim, com toda a certeza, é que nos apercebemos que, afinal de contas, até fomos um bocado felizes. Digo eu, do alto dos meus cento e vinte e cinco anos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia destes ouvi uma das coisas mais inspiradoras e tranquilizantes que acho que vou ouvir até ao fim dos meus dias: "&lt;i&gt;A vantagem de ser velho é que posso dizer aos mais novos: eu passei por problemas pesados mas as coisas progrediram. Não acreditem que os problemas que vos parecem pesados, que vos parecem quase impossíveis de ultrapassar, não acreditem que são insolúveis. Podem ter confiança em vós.&lt;/i&gt;" E poderíamos até seguir em frente a pensar que é mais um velho com a mania que sabe tudo e ele sabe lá o que é a vida ou que tipo de vida eu tenho levado se não estivéssemos a falar de Stéphane Hessel, 93 anos, sobrevivente dos campos de concentração nazis e um dos redactores da Declaração Universal dos Direitos do Homem. Acho que esta breve descrição serve para credibilizar a referida citação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há muito mais a dizer. Se a felicidade de adquire ao ultrapassar situações difíceis e este senhor diz que tudo é ultrapassável, então é porque é. A felicidade consciente é possível. Claro que há excepções e excepções que impõe respeito. Situações de um desespero tal que me ultrapassam e espero que permanentemente. Essas situações ficam guardadas num compartimento diferente. Mas temos já uma margem muito larga quando o nosso limite são os campos de concentração nazis. E esse é que é o processo complicado. O ter que passar, física e emocionalmente, pelas coisas para se conseguir encontrar alguma tranquilidade no fim do caminho. É como ter que correr uma escadaria com cinco mil degraus para cima e para baixo quarenta vezes para perceber, finalmente, que a felicidade estava no rés-do-chão. E tinha que ser assim porque essa corrida pela escadaria torna-nos em cegos que vêem um bocado. E felizes os que encontram uma escadaria pela frente porque os que não encontram serão sempre "cegos que, vendo, não vêem." E não vêem mesmo nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7944347761197045937?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7944347761197045937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7944347761197045937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7944347761197045937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7944347761197045937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-felicidade.html' title='in felicidade'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-2773040728756408385</id><published>2011-07-09T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:39:57.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For never was a story of more woe.</title><content type='html'>Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5IvJHxFuDY/TTJyZCYXzUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/QWp_B8fF_Yo/s1600/Shakespeare-in-Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5IvJHxFuDY/TTJyZCYXzUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/QWp_B8fF_Yo/s400/Shakespeare-in-Love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-2773040728756408385?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/2773040728756408385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=2773040728756408385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2773040728756408385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2773040728756408385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-never-was-story-of-more-woe.html' title='For never was a story of more woe.'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5IvJHxFuDY/TTJyZCYXzUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/QWp_B8fF_Yo/s72-c/Shakespeare-in-Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3109376299854717120</id><published>2011-07-08T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:29:42.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje</title><content type='html'>Enquanto esperava para ser atendida na caixa de um supermercado, um homem com aspecto de ressacado pede-me, em desespero, para o deixar passar à frente. Eu acedo ao pedido dele. A senhora à minha frente também o deixa passar. Quando olho, vejo que o homem levava na mão, apenas, um limão. Não é preciso ser entendida na matéria para perceber que ele não estava com pressa para fazer uma limonada. Num acto que denotava um certo embaraço por parte dele, volta para trás e compra, também, uma bebida energética. A senhora à minha frente lança-me um olhar de "olha-me este, anda perdido, não há direito, haviam de ser todos chacinados mas, por outro lado, coitado do pobre desgraçado". Chega a vez da senhora pagar e esta levava apenas seis latas de cerveja. Olha para mim e ri-se. Nisto olha para os meus braços onde eu carregava um saco de M&amp;amp;M's, um pacote de waffers de chocolate e uma tablete "Milka Tendres Moments"... Estamos todos desesperados, cada um à sua maneira. Mas ele, pelo menos, ainda tentou disfarçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chockies.net/WebRoot/StoreLFR/Shops/62049378/47C9/6EF0/25B1/D691/5D66/D5C1/1657/F568/milka_tendre_moment_mousse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.chockies.net/WebRoot/StoreLFR/Shops/62049378/47C9/6EF0/25B1/D691/5D66/D5C1/1657/F568/milka_tendre_moment_mousse.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3109376299854717120?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3109376299854717120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3109376299854717120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3109376299854717120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3109376299854717120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje.html' title='hoje'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4299284844731226758</id><published>2011-07-07T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:22:55.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tristeza</title><content type='html'>"É triste ir pela vida como quem &lt;br /&gt;regressa e entrar humildemente por engano pela morte dentro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruy_Belo"&gt;Ruy Belo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4299284844731226758?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4299284844731226758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4299284844731226758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4299284844731226758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4299284844731226758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/tristeza.html' title='tristeza'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7496963237842052026</id><published>2011-07-04T17:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:32:38.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mas não te iludas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://geometricasnet.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/img331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://geometricasnet.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/img331.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7496963237842052026?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7496963237842052026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7496963237842052026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7496963237842052026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7496963237842052026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/mas-nao-te-iludas.html' title='mas não te iludas'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4453758212812157497</id><published>2011-07-02T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:12:18.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wish upon a ★</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If only i could put all these thoughts into paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4453758212812157497?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4453758212812157497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4453758212812157497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4453758212812157497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4453758212812157497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/wish-upon.html' title='wish upon a ★'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5202596386620142732</id><published>2011-07-01T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:21:43.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>se eu fosse o Bart Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;escreveria vezes sem conta no quadro da vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"não devo supor-me infalível; não devo considerar-me a inteligência superior e única entre o bando de pobres seres incapazes de pensar; cumpre-me abafar todo o ímpeto que possa haver dentro de mim para lhes restringir o direito de pensarem e de exprimirem, como souberem e quiserem, os resultados a que puderam chegar; de outro modo, nada mais faria de que contribuir para matar o universo: porque ele só vive da vida que lhe insufla o pensamento poderoso e livre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agostinho_da_Silva"&gt;Agostinho da Silva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5202596386620142732?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5202596386620142732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5202596386620142732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5202596386620142732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5202596386620142732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-eu-fosse-o-bart-simpson.html' title='se eu fosse o Bart Simpson'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-1784303224645906717</id><published>2011-06-29T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:49:14.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"esse silêncio todo me atordoa, atordoado eu permaneço atento"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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E estou prestes a declarar-me parte da segunda categoria. A esmagadora maioria dos que andam aí são como as &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/marykayash101496.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;abelhas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mas eu sei que as minhas asas, em proporção com o meu corpo, não me permitem voar. Por isso a estúpida, aqui, sou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3523976653431618451?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3523976653431618451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3523976653431618451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3523976653431618451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3523976653431618451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/06/numa-variante-de-so-sei-que-nada-sei.html' title='numa variante do &quot;só sei que nada sei&quot;'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-2888595125792244774</id><published>2011-06-24T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:25:34.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>de cor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Anda-se obcecado com medo do Alzheimer. Não é impressão minha. Nos dias que correm passa-se mais tempo a tirar fotografias dos momentos do que, propriamente, a vivê-los. Como se fosse necessário prova documental para o momento ter existência própria. Já não se recordam momentos de cor.&amp;nbsp;Vive-se aterrorizado com o medo da amnésia. Já não se combinam coisas por acordo presencial uma ou duas semanas antes sem necessidade de mensagens ou telefonemas posteriores a confirmar.&amp;nbsp;Já não se combinam coisas de cor. &amp;nbsp;Já só se sai de casa com três quilos de&amp;nbsp;maquilhagem na cara e&amp;nbsp;indumentária estrategicamente pensada. É tudo premeditado e preconcebido. A espontaneidade está fora de moda.&lt;br /&gt;E isto não é pensamento de velha, é indignação com a falta de intensidade dos momentos. Não é preciso pensá-los previamente. &amp;nbsp;É que de cor parece que é de memória mas é de coração. E o que se aprende, ou apreende, com o coração, nunca se esquece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-2888595125792244774?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/2888595125792244774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=2888595125792244774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2888595125792244774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2888595125792244774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-cor.html' title='de cor'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6965654026498031124</id><published>2011-06-21T12:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:19:09.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>regressar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Quando se tem que estudar, desesperadamente, Direito Penal não é o melhor momento para se reiniciar um blogue. Mas é, decididamente, o momento em que sabe melhor. Ponho-me, praqui, com vontade de escrever posts de metro e meio e os apontamentos ficam a olhar para mim com aquele ar de reprovação... Sim, reprovação é o que vai acontecer se eu não puser já um ponto final nisto. (aí está ele, o que está entre parênteses não conta porque os&amp;nbsp;parênteses são como os óculos do&amp;nbsp;Clark Kent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6965654026498031124?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6965654026498031124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6965654026498031124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6965654026498031124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6965654026498031124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/06/regressar.html' title='regressar'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7171059959483028261</id><published>2011-06-21T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:26:24.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>essencialidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6759386739968959885</id><published>2011-06-21T09:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:57:11.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>W.W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Every moment of light and dark is a miracle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6759386739968959885?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6759386739968959885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-8256770776745514179</id><published>2011-06-20T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:33:44.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Cansei-me de não escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-8256770776745514179?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/8256770776745514179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=8256770776745514179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8256770776745514179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8256770776745514179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/06/cansei-me-de-nao-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-318226297142766004</id><published>2011-06-20T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:31:27.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Tudo sobe a palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É nela que aparece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a sua onda dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;à luz. Ou a semente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desdobra a lomba magna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da intimidade. Expende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o em si e a abundância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de estar-se dando sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;àquela outra entranha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que a dá quando recebe.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Echevarr%C3%ADa"&gt;Fernando Echevarría&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-318226297142766004?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/318226297142766004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=318226297142766004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/318226297142766004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/318226297142766004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6551187301765872852</id><published>2010-10-29T00:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:49:56.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lypophrenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/axecore/4821984266/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l61tn9Spab1qzsb00o1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6551187301765872852?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6551187301765872852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6551187301765872852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6551187301765872852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6551187301765872852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_29.html' title='lypophrenia'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4335357972148986567</id><published>2010-10-27T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:12:54.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>às vezes</title><content type='html'>chego a corar de vergonha por ter sido a pessoa que eu era contigo. Não gosto de ódio. Para não me odiar, tive que deixar de estar contigo. Eu não suportava a minha existência ao teu lado. Também não te quero odiar. Tento não te odiar mas odiar-te é uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;conditio sine qua non &lt;/i&gt;do acto de pensar em ti. Por isso não penso em ti. Penso às vezes. E, quando penso, fico com vergonha de mim outra vez. Odeio-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4335357972148986567?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4335357972148986567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4335357972148986567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4335357972148986567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4335357972148986567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-vezes.html' title='às vezes'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-1006978723768978594</id><published>2010-10-26T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:33:56.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não há duas sem três (coisas que me fazem sorrir)</title><content type='html'>1. Ruca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O facto de me seguir para todo o lado. De noite dorme comigo. Levanto-me de madrugada, desço as escadas, bebo água e volto para a cama. Ele levanta-se e faz exatamente o mesmo. Eu bem lhe digo p'ra não sair do quentinho mas ele insiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2NPaxW3I/AAAAAAAABnE/f79yRImEmEs/s1600/IMG_7715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2NPaxW3I/AAAAAAAABnE/f79yRImEmEs/s400/IMG_7715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Azevinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma árvore enorme no jardim e olhar para ela faz-me bem. É Natal todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2Ny39ahI/AAAAAAAABnI/GUtXNR0Z9CM/s1600/IMG_7723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2Ny39ahI/AAAAAAAABnI/GUtXNR0Z9CM/s400/IMG_7723.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leonor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"tia, isto é minha."&lt;br /&gt;-"é meu."&lt;br /&gt;-"Não, É MINHA!"&lt;br /&gt;-"não, Amor, diz-se meu e não minha. Isto é meu!"&lt;br /&gt;-"NÃO NÃO, É MINHA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2MLWEGEI/AAAAAAAABnA/w9y4T13xoKA/s1600/IMG_7707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2MLWEGEI/AAAAAAAABnA/w9y4T13xoKA/s400/IMG_7707.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-1006978723768978594?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/1006978723768978594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=1006978723768978594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1006978723768978594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1006978723768978594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-ha-duas-sem-tres-coisas-que-me.html' title='não há duas sem três (coisas que me fazem sorrir)'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TMc2NPaxW3I/AAAAAAAABnE/f79yRImEmEs/s72-c/IMG_7715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5076079285406796132</id><published>2010-10-26T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:26:03.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs276.snc4/40119_1602633939576_1047927903_31637111_7473666_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs276.snc4/40119_1602633939576_1047927903_31637111_7473666_n.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(words by &lt;b&gt;Langston Hughes&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5076079285406796132?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5076079285406796132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5076079285406796132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5076079285406796132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5076079285406796132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3667554241864459300</id><published>2010-10-26T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:56:14.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>caminhando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simonbrader.co.uk/img/SimonBrader_Footprint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://www.simonbrader.co.uk/img/SimonBrader_Footprint.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3667554241864459300?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3667554241864459300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3667554241864459300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3667554241864459300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3667554241864459300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/caminhando.html' title='caminhando'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6476369983863736676</id><published>2010-10-25T23:19:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:52:18.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fugit irreparabile tempus</title><content type='html'>Os meus pais não vivem numa rua, vivem num largo ao cimo de uma rua. Da varanda de casa deles vê-se o mundo inteiro. E também têm um canteiro com flores de todas as cores. Do lado direito vivia uma senhora e um senhor, a filha dela, o marido e o filho. Um dia o senhor morreu e ouvi-os chorar a noite inteira. Foi o primeiro cadáver que vi na vida e a senhora veste de preto até hoje. Fizeram uma mercearia e, sempre que lá ía, a senhora dava-me dois rebuçados, um para mim e outro para a minha irmã com quem repetia a proeza. E quando eu digo sempre é sempre naquele sentido démodé. Em frente a eles vivia uma outra senhora muito alta e simpática. Em frente a nós, um casal de velhinhos que vendia fogaças e arrufadas aos domingos. Punham-lhes um paninho branco por cima por causa das moscas. Tinham um jardim enorme cheio de rosas onde eu brincava com a neta deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lado esquerdo vivia uma velhinha, sozinha, numa casa muito pequenina. Tinha família em França e disso só sei porque brincava com as netas dela que falavam francês e, ainda assim, nos entendíamos às mil maravilhas. Foi ela quem me ensinou a fazer tranças no cabelo e até ao dia de hoje as faço com exímio cuidado. Na casa ao lado da dela vivia um casal nos seus sessentas, simpáticos e bem parecidos. Tinham muitos filhos que os visitavam com muita frequência. Almoçavam, punham música e dançavam aos domingos até às tantas. Uma das netas deles parecia a Brooke Shields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eramos muitos na rua a jogar às caçadinhas. Apanhavamos amoras no monte. Punhamos maias nas portas e janelas por causa dos carrapatos. No Carnaval, à noite, traziam o João às costas pelas ruas para o queimar. Nunca fui porque tinha medo e ligava o walkman com a cassete dos Onda Choc para não ouvir chamar por ele. O céu estava sempre azul e era sempre Verão. E, de vez em quando, fazíamos tapetes com pétalas de flores para passar a procissão das velas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem sentei-me na varanda de casa dos meus pais. Do lado direito está uma casa em fase final de construção. A mercearia há muito que fechou e eles há muito que saíram e a casa foi demolida para dar lugar a esta. Os novos inquilinos são um casal com duas filhas pequeninas. A senhora alta e simpática da casa em frente à deles fugiu, há muitos anos, e nunca mais ninguém ouviu falar dela. A casa ficou em ruínas até que alguém comprou o terreno e existe um projecto em início de construção. A casa à minha frente está abandonada. A porta está escancarada, pendurada e suspensa por uma dobradiça enferrujada. As janelas são dois buracos para o abismo. As rosas deram lugar às silvas. A senhora morreu primeiro. Por muitos anos ficou o senhor, sentado à janela, à espera que ela chegasse. Até que lá decidiu ir ter com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A velhinha da casa pequenina à esquerda morreu há muito tempo e a casa é, agora, usada para ensaios de um grupo coral e uma banda filarmónica. Acho que ela deve estar contente com isso. O casal bonito da casa seguinte também já lá não está. A casa está fechada. Ele enlouqueceu, matou o gato com uma caçadeira e morreu pouco depois. A mulher adoeceu e morreu anos mais tarde. Os filhos acompanharam-nos até ao fim. E continuam todos com feições agradáveis. Nunca mais vi a Brooke Shields. Nas redondezas três maridos foram abandonados com filhos nos braços por mulheres que fugiram com amantes. Sim, três. Devia ser contagioso. E houve algumas histórias verdadeiramente trágicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu, agora, escurece. Faz chuva e muito vento às vezes. Há Invernos. Já não me lembro de fazer tapetes com pétalas, nem de ouvir chamar o João nem de comer amoras e apanhar maias. Mas vejo o céu eternamente azul nas pequenas que correm pela casa, ouço o Verão no riso delas. E, todas as semanas, há música na casa ao lado que se propaga pelo espaço e me faz esquecer o tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6476369983863736676?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6476369983863736676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6476369983863736676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6476369983863736676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6476369983863736676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/fugit-irreparabile-tempus.html' title='fugit irreparabile tempus'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7263832372120583980</id><published>2010-10-25T18:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:37:45.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pequeno-almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourseasons.com/image_library/SEY/custom_sizes/SEY_305_616x493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://www.fourseasons.com/image_library/SEY/custom_sizes/SEY_305_616x493.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-8047971177401288574?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/8047971177401288574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=8047971177401288574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8047971177401288574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8047971177401288574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/sitios.html' title='2 dedos de conversa'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-8910973400121395393</id><published>2010-10-25T12:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:37:45.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what we are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.cmcdn.net/8372876/550x825.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="620" src="http://media.cmcdn.net/8372876/550x825.jpeg" width="513" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-8910973400121395393?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/8910973400121395393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=8910973400121395393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8910973400121395393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8910973400121395393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-are.html' title='what we are'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5657535597690516615</id><published>2010-10-25T12:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:09:45.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9erweRKGO1qami65o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9erweRKGO1qami65o1_500.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nostalgia for me is romantic, not the kind of romance that exists between lovers, but the kind of feeling that you get when you revisit a place that you’ve forgotten, and then see meaning and stories within the most mundane objects or locations; the sensation is fleeting as it rocks your heart slightly, but I love it all the same.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5657535597690516615?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5657535597690516615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5657535597690516615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5657535597690516615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5657535597690516615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4826007632425754494</id><published>2010-10-24T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:21:57.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ilusión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una sombra, una ficción;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y el mayor bien es pequeño;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que toda la vida es sueño,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y los sueños, sueños son."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro Calderón de la Barca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4826007632425754494?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4826007632425754494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4826007632425754494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4826007632425754494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4826007632425754494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/ilusion.html' title='ilusión'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6341445195966346701</id><published>2010-10-23T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:45:22.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>if the dream flies away</title><content type='html'>"So miss me. Wish me light and love whenever you think about me. Then drop it. It won't last forever, nothing does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://juliedewaroquier.com/Files/1274035725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" src="http://juliedewaroquier.com/Files/1274035725.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6341445195966346701?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6341445195966346701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6341445195966346701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6341445195966346701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6341445195966346701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-dream-flies-away.html' title='if the dream flies away'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-337334909830557942</id><published>2010-10-22T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:47:22.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rei. capitão. soldado. ladrão.</title><content type='html'>Manuela e Irene foram, certo dia, ao cabeleireiro. Levaram, com elas, o pequeno Zé que devia, na altura, ter pouco mais que dois anos de idade. Enquanto elas tagarelavam alegremente, de revistas nas mãos, debaixo dos secadores de cabelo, Zé estava sentado num sofá e esperava pacientemente. Nisto, levado pela ira entediante de ser criança e estar fechado num cabeleireiro, levantou-se e berrou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Vamos embora, suas pu***!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças" mas o melhor do mundo é mesmo isto. Isto e estar sentada com o meu portátil no colo e chegar-me cinco tostões de gente com dois tótós na cabeça à beira e dizer "&lt;i&gt;pega lá, tia&lt;/i&gt;" enquanto pousa um pedaço de lula parcialmente mastigada em cima da minha mão. "&lt;i&gt;num quero mais&lt;/i&gt;". É tudo tão simples. Ou brincar às escondidinhas com ela e, depois de contar até dez, ir procurar no quarto e vê-la escondida debaixo da cama com os pés de fora. Quem diz isto, diz muito mais episódios verdadeiramente deliciosos de algumas pessoas.&amp;nbsp;Conheço até quem tenha&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;cortado a própria franja muito mas mesmo muito mal. À noite, quando a mãe repara no cabelo e lhe pergunta quem fez aquilo, ela responde que foi um menino que passou a correr com uma tesoura e, sem querer, lhe cortou um pedaço de cabelo. Ao menos foi imaginativa. O mais interessante é estas serem exemplo de algumas histórias intemporais que marcaram os seus intervenientes irremediavelmente. Ainda que eu seja muito céptica relativamente à existência de um Deus, se este, de facto, existir então estará, mesmo, nos pormenores. São histórias destas, contadas à mesa, numa noite de Natal, com sorrisos, gargalhadas e o som de papel a rasgar seguido de vozes extasiadas que fazem tudo valer a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-337334909830557942?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/337334909830557942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=337334909830557942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/337334909830557942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sorriso do amor.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; font-size: 28px; line-height: 56px;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; font-size: 28px; line-height: 56px;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;Palavras&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;sem obras não&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;merecem fé.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; font-size: 28px; line-height: 56px;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; font-size: 28px; line-height: 56px;"&gt;❝&lt;/span&gt;A experiência que não dói, &lt;s&gt;muito pouco ou &lt;/s&gt;nada aproveita.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana; font-size: 28px; line-height: 56px;"&gt;❞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4875119224937538402?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4875119224937538402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4875119224937538402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4875119224937538402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://i1.2photo.ru/k/i/332444.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexanderhardingart.com/home.html"&gt;Alexander Harding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-437395421985969367?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/437395421985969367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=437395421985969367&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link 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humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A ganância insaciável é um dos tristes fenómenos que apressam a autodestruição do homem." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaac Carmona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8118169&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed 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type='html'>procuro a vontade&lt;br /&gt;planeio o futuro&lt;br /&gt;um dia diferente&lt;br /&gt;um grande amanhã&lt;br /&gt;no mundo real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontro a verdade&lt;br /&gt;e embora obscuro&lt;br /&gt;o hoje não mente&lt;br /&gt;e o que virá&lt;br /&gt;será sempre igual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-454359097502620002?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/454359097502620002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=454359097502620002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/454359097502620002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/454359097502620002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/ente-diante.html' title='ente diante'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5504527434552327342</id><published>2010-10-20T09:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:13:43.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>toda a verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhxK2IOywVE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhxK2IOywVE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: You do realize I'm breaking up with you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: That's the strange thing. It's actually yours now. I don't know why it works this way but I'm never gonna be able to get over you and so from now on every girl that I meet now will be meticulously compared to you and unfortunately none of them will ever measure up to the false memory what you and I once "had".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: Well maybe I can just keep it for a little while. Use it for small things like when I had a really shitty day or when I need someone to talk to or when I need someone to move something heavy and then eventually I'll give it back to you when we both find someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Unfortunately it won't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Well now that you have my heart I'm pretty much an empty cavity inside. For lack of a better term, heartless. I will now treat each woman I meet with a passive aggressive contentiousness that will ruin relationship after relationship for many years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5504527434552327342?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5504527434552327342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5504527434552327342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5504527434552327342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5504527434552327342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/toda-verdade.html' title='toda a verdade'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3053004670995030563</id><published>2010-10-19T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:20:53.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>now I wish it would rain down on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/4460/rain2kn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 618px;" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/4460/rain2kn.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3053004670995030563?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3053004670995030563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3053004670995030563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3053004670995030563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3053004670995030563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-i-wish-it-would-rain-down-on-me.html' title='now I wish it would rain down on me'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-2071865912379362383</id><published>2010-10-19T21:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:17:52.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams are made of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1.2photo.ru/g/j/329884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://i1.2photo.ru/g/j/329884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-2071865912379362383?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/2071865912379362383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=2071865912379362383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2071865912379362383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2071865912379362383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this_8550.html' title='sweet dreams are made of this'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5228514619268152258</id><published>2010-10-19T16:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:28:18.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"quem sois, visões misérrimas e atrozes?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TL2_4oV5RMI/AAAAAAAABlU/fLr5Fp6GUBA/s1600/ParkeHarrison-LucidDreamE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TL2_4oV5RMI/AAAAAAAABlU/fLr5Fp6GUBA/s400/ParkeHarrison-LucidDreamE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529786897103668418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(fotografia de &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkeharrison.com/"&gt;Robert e Shana Parkeharrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5228514619268152258?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5228514619268152258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5228514619268152258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5228514619268152258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5228514619268152258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/quem-sois-visoes-miserrimas-e-atrozes.html' title='&quot;quem sois, visões misérrimas e atrozes?&quot;'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TL2_4oV5RMI/AAAAAAAABlU/fLr5Fp6GUBA/s72-c/ParkeHarrison-LucidDreamE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-605491691119940153</id><published>2010-10-18T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:01:09.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e Deus criou a Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sabia que havia uma razão para não acreditar em Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLzRDjfpzsI/AAAAAAAABlM/ho7rT2DDqJw/s1600/0905111137f0f6d51e4a64da6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLzRDjfpzsI/AAAAAAAABlM/ho7rT2DDqJw/s400/0905111137f0f6d51e4a64da6e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529524301501943490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(foto de &lt;b&gt;Helmut Newton&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-605491691119940153?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/605491691119940153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=605491691119940153&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/605491691119940153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/605491691119940153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-deus-criou-mulher.html' title='e Deus criou a Mulher'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLzRDjfpzsI/AAAAAAAABlM/ho7rT2DDqJw/s72-c/0905111137f0f6d51e4a64da6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6297751641678270069</id><published>2010-10-18T21:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:32:29.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>de corações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Há cerca de cinco anos, estava eu de férias em Aveiro, fui fazer compras ao &lt;a href="http://www.babou.fr/html/portugal.htm"&gt;Babou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Para quem não conhece, é o equivalente ao &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; da América ou o &lt;a href="https://www.deborla.pt/"&gt;DeBorla&lt;/a&gt; de Portugal. Ou ainda às lojas dos chineses de todo o lado. O intuito era comprar qualquer coisa de muito desnecessário, como já é meu apanágio, porque não consigo resistir a estas lojas. Lá para o meio das almofadas, abajures, velas e muitas outras coisas que pareciam ter néones a piscar e a dizer "leva-me", vi &lt;i&gt;the one that i should not speak of &lt;/i&gt;(como n'A Vila do Shyamalan). Ou seja, passe-partouts. Um dia hei-de fundar os passe-partoólicos anónimos. Até lá, tenho andado a tomar a medicação certinha de manhã e à noite. Adiante. No meio dos passe-partouts encontro duas molduras pretas com fotos a preto-e-branco e apaixonei-me. Nunca cheguei a tirar as fotos que vinham nas molduras, deixei-as assim sem saber se era suposto tirar ou não. Mas gostava tanto delas que deixei ficar. Agora vem a parte que me converte, de forma automática, numa ignorante. Demorei estes cinco anos para descobrir que as fotos pertenciam a dois ilustres fotógrafos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLy-yTcoPMI/AAAAAAAABlE/JA2OECUDz84/s1600/XM6OD00Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLy-yTcoPMI/AAAAAAAABlE/JA2OECUDz84/s400/XM6OD00Z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529504213927214274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLy-sX3lIsI/AAAAAAAABk8/9iMhLrS0m1k/s1600/311d_brassai_nuit_de_paris_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLy-sX3lIsI/AAAAAAAABk8/9iMhLrS0m1k/s400/311d_brassai_nuit_de_paris_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529504112034783938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A primeira chama-se “Musician in the Rain” e é de &lt;a href="http://www.robertdoisneau.com/"&gt;Robert Doisneau&lt;/a&gt;. A segunda é de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brassa%C3%AF"&gt;Brassaï&lt;/a&gt;, "Stairs". E eu olhava para a segunda foto e pensava que me era tão estranhamente familiar e achava, naquelas ilações esperançosas que têm tanto de romântico como de absurdo mas às quais ninguém consegue resistir, que, se calhar, talvez, hipoteticamente, fosse de uma outra vida em que eu era, sei lá, um artista de destaque numa cidade fabulosa ou então, quem sabe até, Jack, o Estripador. Era aqui que a fantasia terminava. Mas não. Esta fotografia é em Paris, mais concretamente Montmartre, subida para a a Basílica do Sagrado Coração. Ah, pois... É que eu, só por acaso, até tenho lá uma foto, com a escadaria a estender-se toda atrás de mim. Só por acaso. Enfim, valeu pelos cinco anos de fantasias e de inspiração. Bem sei que não é o mesmo que descobrir que o quadro que tenho atrás do sofá é, afinal, de &lt;a href="http://www.aolnews.com/nation/article/lost-michelangelo-painting-ended-up-behind-couch/19672186"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/a&gt;. Mas, embora não tão rentável, a experiência teve valor a dobrar. Literalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6297751641678270069?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6297751641678270069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6297751641678270069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6297751641678270069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6297751641678270069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-coracoes.html' title='de corações'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLy-yTcoPMI/AAAAAAAABlE/JA2OECUDz84/s72-c/XM6OD00Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-755316735357769477</id><published>2010-10-17T21:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:14:23.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>paragem cardíaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/indexes/2008/09/07/style/t/index.html#pageName=home"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/indexes/2008/09/07/style/t/index.html#pageName=home"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLtbqauz8lI/AAAAAAAABk0/F0zkAb2zObY/s1600/The+New+York+Times+Men%27s+Fashion+Fall+2008,+Javier+Bardem+by+Jean-+Baptiste+Mondino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLtbqauz8lI/AAAAAAAABk0/F0zkAb2zObY/s400/The+New+York+Times+Men%27s+Fashion+Fall+2008,+Javier+Bardem+by+Jean-+Baptiste+Mondino.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529113751815713362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/indexes/2008/09/07/style/t/index.html#pageName=home"&gt;New York Times Men's Fashion T Magazine&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-755316735357769477?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/755316735357769477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=755316735357769477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/755316735357769477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/755316735357769477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/paragem-cardiaca.html' title='paragem cardíaca'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLtbqauz8lI/AAAAAAAABk0/F0zkAb2zObY/s72-c/The+New+York+Times+Men%27s+Fashion+Fall+2008,+Javier+Bardem+by+Jean-+Baptiste+Mondino.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-1947577115674736794</id><published>2010-10-17T18:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:09:09.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagens na (minha) Terra</title><content type='html'>A Austrália, vista de cima, é cor-de-laranja. Voá-la é ter noção do tamanho do planeta menos um bocadinho, é entrar numa máquina do tempo e perdermo-nos com ela. É embarcar nas horas e distribui-las pelo mundo, é ser o Pai Natal dos dias e das noites. Ah, a noite. Enquanto vamos voando, ela vai descendo, pousando sobre a terra, a água e as pessoas. Olho pela janela e detenho-me, por momentos, sem saber onde estou. As estrelas do céu confundem-se com as luzes dos barcos no oceano e, durante horas, estamos perdidos no espaço. Um ténue feixe de luz surge num contorno arredondado. Quase imperceptível. O cor-de-laranja vai-se definindo e intensificando. O amanhecer australiano inventou o conceito de esplendor. A vida faz-se luz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney é &lt;i&gt;retrochique&lt;/i&gt; e cheira a especiarias. Se Miles Davis é Nova Iorque e Debussy é Paris, Sydney terá que ser Marvin Gaye ou Al Green. Nada foi deixado ao acaso e obedece, cegamente, a uma estética hospitaleira. Sydney é feliz e vive, constantemente, sob a vibração intensa de um pôr-do-sol ao som do rádio do carro. Sydney são rolos de sushi num saco de papel e  a leveza da liberdade que sopra nos cabelos e edifícios vitorianos e o reluzir de mil diamantes nos olhos. Sydney reinventa-se todos os dias, em todas as ruas, em todas as esquinas, em todas as caras, em todos os espaços. Sydney é de meia-idade, jovem sem ingenuidade, madura e excitante. Perde-se numa perdição com termo certo. Encontra-se sempre com surpresa. Sydney é um coro de crianças a dobrar o riso nos jardins suspensos da Babilónia. Sydney é luz de Maio todo o ano, na sua paleta não existem cores monocórdicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As florestas australianas entoam, com mil vozes, cânticos de tranquilidade. Há uma expressão de segurança nas pessoas. Há bondade e individualidade. Há civismo e oportunidade. Sydney abraçou-me e saiu comigo à rua. Desenterrou os meus fantasmas, resolveu-me as querelas, os impasses. Sempre que a abandono, sou atirada para um abismo de sentimentos. Afundo-me neles, morro e volto a ressuscitar. Sydney é tão longinquamente perto que as saudades quase inexistem. Sydney conserta o meu espírito inatamente partido. Nem a pior das experiências poderia estragar-me Sydney, ela já era minha antes de o ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLs7WwKtWJI/AAAAAAAABkk/GYSg1lY-Q9c/s1600/Fotos+(396).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLs7WwKtWJI/AAAAAAAABkk/GYSg1lY-Q9c/s1600/Fotos+(396).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLs7WwKtWJI/AAAAAAAABkk/GYSg1lY-Q9c/s400/Fotos+(396).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529078229600393362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-1947577115674736794?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/1947577115674736794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=1947577115674736794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1947577115674736794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1947577115674736794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/viagens-na-minha-terra.html' title='Viagens na (minha) Terra'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLs7WwKtWJI/AAAAAAAABkk/GYSg1lY-Q9c/s72-c/Fotos+(396).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3215617879400148930</id><published>2010-10-17T01:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:10:09.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lopes, Nuno Lopes</title><content type='html'>És como uma soalheira e invernosa manhã parisiense. Os únicos verbos praticáveis são aconchegar e adorar. Mas adorar na verdadeira aceção do termo, prestar-te culto, idolatrar-te. Ou no sentido platónico, também serve. O que interessa é que o faça em silêncio para não perder nem a infinitésima parte do teu sorriso. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLo-p7j7JkI/AAAAAAAABj0/HiVffJ7qRVg/s1600/23425_315072842659_729912659_3285554_4478808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLo-p7j7JkI/AAAAAAAABj0/HiVffJ7qRVg/s400/23425_315072842659_729912659_3285554_4478808_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528800382634632770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;foto de  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;José Pedro Sousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3215617879400148930?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3215617879400148930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3215617879400148930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3215617879400148930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3215617879400148930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/lopes-nuno-lopes.html' title='Lopes, Nuno Lopes'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLo-p7j7JkI/AAAAAAAABj0/HiVffJ7qRVg/s72-c/23425_315072842659_729912659_3285554_4478808_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-968820823407973376</id><published>2010-10-17T00:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T00:37:58.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>confere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Edgar Allan Poe)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLo2EnQSRuI/AAAAAAAABjs/_1VlMQxTeS8/s1600/henri-cartier-bresson-new-york-1947-downtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLo2EnQSRuI/AAAAAAAABjs/_1VlMQxTeS8/s400/henri-cartier-bresson-new-york-1947-downtown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528790945435371234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;foto de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Henri Cartier-Bresson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-968820823407973376?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/968820823407973376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=968820823407973376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/968820823407973376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/968820823407973376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/confere.html' title='confere'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TLo2EnQSRuI/AAAAAAAABjs/_1VlMQxTeS8/s72-c/henri-cartier-bresson-new-york-1947-downtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7171583574454437450</id><published>2010-10-16T21:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:05:48.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada maluco com a sua mania</title><content type='html'>E eu tenho várias. A mais preponderante, porém, é um pensamento que me assalta montes de vezes nos sítios mais inóspitos. Aliás, quanto mais inóspito o lugar, mais o pensamento se revela e retumba cada vez mais alto dentro de mim. Tento combatê-lo com medo de sucumbir a ele. É assustador. Por fim lá se esvai, como o fumo que nos sai da boca numa manhã gelada de inverno, para logo voltar tão constante como a própria respiração. Um dia destes dou comigo a por os dedos nos ouvidos e a gritar “la la la la la la la” como as crianças que não querem ouvir os que se lhes diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inesperado. Ou seja, nada despoleta essa ideia, não há gatilho para puxar ou botão para pressionar, é livre e absolutamente imprevisível. Manifesta-se, exclusivamente, em locais públicos. Se calhar manifesta-se sobretudo (e não em exclusivo) em locais públicos pois não me apercebo das manifestações privadas. Entro num autocarro e assalta-me um “e se eu mandasse um grito e começasse a gesticular tresloucadamente?” e segue-se uma curiosidade morbidamente tentadora. Ou se começasse a dançar, a gargalhar ou a falar sozinha num tom mentalmente insano? Ou se eu agarrasse pelos colarinhos um indivíduo do sexo oposto extremamente atraente e o beijasse como se não houvesse amanhã? Ou me começasse a despir? Ou dissesse ao grupo de senhoras de meia-idade que não se entusiasmem tanto a cacarejar? Ou pegasse na cabeça das pessoas que me irritam e a mandasse contra o vidro? Tudo isto é curiosidade. De ver as expressões nas caras deles. Num acto simultaneamente altruísta e egoísta, não o faço.  A diferença entre um louco e eu é a dissimulação. A minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A situação é enfatizada em momentos como entrevistas de trabalho. “Fale-me um pouco sobre si” seguido de um silêncio observador. O domínio que exerço sobre o meu cérebro naqueles nanossegundos seguintes é crucial para o meu sucesso. É pergunta que se faça? Falar sobre mim? Não podem ser mais específicos, fale-me do seu percurso profissional, das suas capacidades em contexto laboral, das suas ambições, sei lá. Agora falar sobre mim? Um pouco? Impossível. Já dizia o Oscar Wilde que “definir é limitar”. O que eu sou depende da situação que me é apresentada, eu não sou sempre igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, nasci, cresci, bebi muito álcool, fumei muito, meti-me em coisas e com pessoas erradas, sofri muito, perdi oportunidades, desleixei-me, voltei a encontrar o caminho, adoeci e voltei a perder-me. Mas o que eu sou não é isso. Talvez seja fruto disso. Gosto desmesuradamente de comer, de satisfazer instintos animais, de música, cinema e de ver televisão. E adoro dormir até tarde. Mas o que eu sou não é o que eu gosto. Às vezes não consigo socializar. Acho a generalidade das pessoas completamente bacoca. Mas há gente que adoro sem qualquer explicação. Era capaz de passar uma semana inteira a brincar com a minha sobrinha de 3 anos. Tenho a mania que tenho sempre razão e, se uma vertente da minha vida não corre bem, bloqueia-me os sentidos e demoro imenso a reagir. Não sou uma pessoa lucrativa. Mas não confundamos lucro com valor. Mas é isso que me define? Se quero muito trabalhar aqui? Não, não quero. Mas tem que ser, não é? Tenho que sobreviver. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nisto, mandavam-me embora. Não era a pessoa certa para o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Torna-te aquilo que és” dizia Nietzsche. Se o fizesse acabava às gargalhadas num banco de jardim. Com uma camisa que se abotoa na parte de trás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7171583574454437450?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7171583574454437450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7171583574454437450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7171583574454437450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7171583574454437450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/cada-maluco-com-sua-mania.html' title='Cada maluco com a sua mania'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3678775175555518141</id><published>2010-10-15T01:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:22:47.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendiz na oficina da poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Não rimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou rima, se quiseres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas não violentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não busques ansioso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;qual amante inexperiente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera antes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a sua vinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Música e rima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;são acessórios dispensáveis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O poema é outra coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa, pois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que as palavras acordem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na matriz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e caiam maduras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Áridas ou frias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;secas e imperturbáveis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orvalhadas, humildes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estropiadas até,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que sejam precisas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prenhes de significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera as palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas viajam misteriosas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desconhecidas ainda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elas germinam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caem. Juntam-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doloridas, feias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sob o visco placentário,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deselegantes por vezes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elas procuram-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e organizam-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juntas transcendem-se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;há algo de íntimo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coeso e secreto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O poema está aí."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rui Knopfli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3678775175555518141?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3678775175555518141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3678775175555518141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3678775175555518141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3678775175555518141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/aprendiz-na-oficina-da-poesia.html' title='Aprendiz na oficina da poesia'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-2316411047190964615</id><published>2010-10-06T19:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:07:11.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dostoiévski, quando for grande quero ser como tu</title><content type='html'>"É muito fácil viver fazendo-se de tonto. Se o tivesse sabido antes, ter-me-ia declarado idiota desde a minha juventude, e poderia ser que, por esta altura, até fosse mais inteligente. Porém, quis ter engenho demasiado depressa, e eis-me aqui agora, feito um imbecil."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-2316411047190964615?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/2316411047190964615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=2316411047190964615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2316411047190964615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/2316411047190964615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/10/dostoievski-quando-for-grande-quero-ser.html' title='Dostoiévski, quando for grande quero ser como tu'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-743084518956466724</id><published>2010-09-25T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:16:31.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Importa que não haja ilusões sobre este ponto: é&lt;br /&gt;que todos podemos morrer de sede em pleno mar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;João Miguel Fernandes Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-743084518956466724?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/743084518956466724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=743084518956466724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/743084518956466724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/743084518956466724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/09/aviso.html' title='Aviso'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-4387499501039354879</id><published>2010-09-12T12:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:10:43.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer semelhança com a realidade é pura coincidência. Ou não.</title><content type='html'>Bem sei que, uma vez que os filmes são feitos para as massas, vão sempre existir elementos com os quais nos identificamos numa determinada personagem que foi construída com esse propósito. Gostava mais de me identificar com a Carrie do Sexo &amp;amp; a Cidade ou com qualquer uma das outras personagens glamourosas da história do cinema e/ou televisão. Mas não. A que mais gosto e, em determinados pontos, me identifico, é a destrambelhada da Bridget Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TIzQNJJVeFI/AAAAAAAABjU/4o0RjmNaIsg/s1600/BridgetJones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TIzQNJJVeFI/AAAAAAAABjU/4o0RjmNaIsg/s400/BridgetJones.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516012567833966674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digo isto ao acaso. Ontem revi o primeiro filme e ainda se acresceram mais pontos de semelhança (se é que já não os existiam em grande quantidade). Tirando o facto de eu ser morena, não usar mini-saia e saber cozinhar, há ali muito potencial. Não só com a personagem mas com o próprio filme. Senão vejamos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desde logo existe uma analogia (adaptada aos tempos modernos) com o "Orgulho e Preconceito" da Jane Austen. Tão somente uma das minhas obras literárias favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O nome e profissão da personagem do Colin Firth (Mark Darcy - Advogado) faz-me rir muito. Desde logo o Darcy (que vem da Jane Austen). De resto também faz algum sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O próprio Colin Firth que tem o condão de entrar em filmes que, muito embora não figurem na lista dos meus favoritos, me marcaram de variadíssimas formas (exemplo mais actual disso é o excelente &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1315981/"&gt;"A Single Man"&lt;/a&gt;). E, obviamente, quando estive 6 horas sentada num aeroporto em Roma a apanhar a maior seca da minha vida e decidi, por uma vez, saír do aeroporto, dei de caras com esse senhor. Alto, com um ar tipicamente "british" o que é o mesmo que dizer arrogante como a m#*%@. Eu adorei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A cena da reportagem no quartel dos bombeiros. Trata-se do Quartel dos Bombeiros de Lewisham, em Londres. Ora, a Austrália, como ex-colónia britânica, herdou muitos dos nomes de cidades e localidades britânicas (como, por exemplo, Newcastle ou Liverpool que existem nos dois países). Ora eu, quando vivi na Austrália, vivi, nada mais, nada menos, do que em Lewisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O ex-namorado muito mentiroso e infiel que se conheceu em contexto profissional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O abandono do posto de trabalho (por opção) devido ao ex-namorado muito mentiroso e infiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Álcool, Tabaco e problemas com o peso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pensar em voz alta e colocar-se em situações ridículas (e por vezes bastante complicadas) por causa disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A cena inicial (All By Myself). Não é preciso dizer mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem outros... mas o mais estranho (e um pouco intuitivo) é que sempre imaginei "conhecer" ou "começar" um Grande Amor no Inverno, com neve, frio, árvores de Natal acesas (eu sei, muito piroso... but, hey, that's me!) só que nunca aconteceu. Até hoje... apenas uma vez mas essa não conta porque não foi um Grande Amor (mas eu não sabia na altura).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... E eu também tenho um diário. Em formato diferente e por vezes (muitas vezes) mais "mesário" que diário. Mas existe. Será que também terá um final "destrambelhadamente" feliz? A ver vamos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-4387499501039354879?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/4387499501039354879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4387499501039354879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4387499501039354879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4387499501039354879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/09/qualquer-semelhanca-com-realidade-e.html' title='Qualquer semelhança com a realidade é pura coincidência. Ou não.'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TIzQNJJVeFI/AAAAAAAABjU/4o0RjmNaIsg/s72-c/BridgetJones.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7254228058725575457</id><published>2010-09-11T23:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:58:16.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamers often lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TIwIZ4radyI/AAAAAAAABi8/d7k50VuN-fg/s1600/gs_efron_hudgens_disney_090310_m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TIwIZ4radyI/AAAAAAAABi8/d7k50VuN-fg/s400/gs_efron_hudgens_disney_090310_m1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515792884426241826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Annie Leibovitz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7254228058725575457?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7254228058725575457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7254228058725575457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7254228058725575457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7254228058725575457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreamers-often-lie.html' title='dreamers often lie'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TIwIZ4radyI/AAAAAAAABi8/d7k50VuN-fg/s72-c/gs_efron_hudgens_disney_090310_m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-570364017097978082</id><published>2010-09-09T23:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:51:49.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Presciência inesperada e cíclica</title><content type='html'>Estranho é perceber que algo que me parecia 100% certo há meio ano atrás ser, agora, 100% errado. Estranho é decisões tomadas há uma semana serem, agora, pó que sopro ao vento. Estranho é não saber o que quero mas saber, seguramente, o caminho que não quero tomar. Porque raio é que tudo muda, não só na minha vida mas, também, dentro de mim, com tanta frequência? É como se escavasse túneis que vão dar sempre dar ao mesmo sítio... Mas as mãos ficam desgastadas e sujas de terra, o corpo inerte de cansaço e as rugas de choro cada vez mais fundas na mesma. Tenho que descobrir que, de alguma forma, o meu caminho é andar perdida. Tenho que entender, de alguma maneira, que a ausência de direcção é, em si, o meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abbeville.com/images-catalog/full-size/0896595153.interior03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 648px;" src="http://www.abbeville.com/images-catalog/full-size/0896595153.interior03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-570364017097978082?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/570364017097978082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7394048194860690281</id><published>2010-08-15T11:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:25:08.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha vida dava um filme... ou melhor, um videoclip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hello.&lt;br /&gt;- Hello.&lt;br /&gt;- You need help?&lt;br /&gt;- Who doesn’t?&lt;br /&gt;- Is that your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- I'ts big.&lt;br /&gt;- I'ts small now.&lt;br /&gt;- Small?&lt;br /&gt;- It was bigger before.&lt;br /&gt;- Scary.&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, that's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x2kqop?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param 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was cleanly and tears were glee&lt;br /&gt;     Things would seem fair,-&lt;br /&gt;     Yet they'd all despair,&lt;br /&gt;     For if here was there&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be we."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-1292862860798303364?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/1292862860798303364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=1292862860798303364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/1292862860798303364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Não gosto de apanhar secas. Portanto vamos directos ao assunto. Quero &lt;a href="http://www.modismonet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/ryan-reynolds.jpg"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt;. Acho que mereço e que está mais do que na hora de eu ter um, está bem? Podes até manda-lo antes da hora, tipo... amanhã! Eu não me importo. Sou boa rapariga e prometo que o estimo bem. Vá, Pai Natal, não me desiludas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7831144869943152458?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7831144869943152458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7831144869943152458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7831144869943152458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7831144869943152458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/07/carta-ao-pai-natal.html' 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Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TESMizF63yI/AAAAAAAABiA/zhcF0fg4b2s/s72-c/google.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7365898484170582307</id><published>2010-07-18T21:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:57:34.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>confia no teu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"mergulha nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;ou um lema pode ser teu aluimento&lt;br /&gt;(as árvores são as suas raízes&lt;br /&gt;e o vento é o vento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confia no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;se os mares se incendeiam&lt;br /&gt;(e vive pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;embora as estrelas para trás andem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honra o passado&lt;br /&gt;mas acolhe o futuro&lt;br /&gt;(e esgota no bailado&lt;br /&gt;deste casamento a tua morte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não te importes com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;com quem faz a paz e a guerra&lt;br /&gt;(pois deus gosta de raparigas&lt;br /&gt;e do amanhã e da terra)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xz7tg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xz7tg" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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É que, embora as pessoas envolvidas não o saibam, irão, às custas de muita autoflagelação, aperceber-se que, a partir dali, já nada será igual. Nenhuma outra relação conseguirá roçar, sequer, aquela. É um longo e esgotante processo. Pode até vir a ter-se uma excelente relação mas igual àquela, nunca.  Nem mesmo com a pessoa com quem se termina porque essa também deixa de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que leva a dor a ser tão forte é a memória daqueles momentos magníficos que tivemos mas, para os ter, nós eramos pessoas completamente distintas daquelas em que nos transformamos com a dor. Ao terminar uma relação, começa o processo de mutação. O pior de tudo, a meu ver, é que nada pode prever o que surge a seguir. Inicialmente sofre-se e depois espanta ter passado tão depressa. Fica-se bem. Mas, aí, ainda nem sequer começou a brincadeira que pode custar anos de uma vida. O pior vem depois, quando ganhamos uma espécie de noção alargada  da realidade. E, nesse instante, chegam elas. A dor avassaladora e a impotência de não poder voltar atrás no tempo. Mas, por fim, aceita-se. Tem-se a nostalgia do que se viveu embora a pessoa com quem se viveu e que fazia parte dessas memórias já não exista. Existe em teoria mas não existe na prática. A relação morreu e, com ela, aquelas duas pessoas que eram uma para a outra aquilo que só podiam ser uma com a outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única salvação possível é olhar para as coisas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sub specie aeternitatis&lt;/span&gt; - sob o olhar da eternidade. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sob o olhar da eternidade, vemo-nos como mais um ponto entre muitos na vasta escuridão estrelada do universo&lt;/span&gt;." O que quero dizer é que, do ponto de vista da eternidade, aquilo que nos parece uma grande drama ou um grande sofrimento será, muito provavelmente, insignificante. Do ponto de vista da eternidade, temo parecer ridícula com a importância que dou a mim própria e ao meu sofrimento. Tenho quase a certeza que, do ponto de vista da eternidade, não tenho nada senão um ego demasiado inchado e em nada proporcional ao meu real tamanho. Eu e todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeito muito o sofrimento alheio e tento, tanto quanto posso, aconselhar baseada na minha própria experiência. No entanto, muitas pessoas não querem ouvir o que eu tenho a dizer. Porque muitas pessoas não querem a cura, querem continuar a viver na doença. Querem viver na eterna questão "Porquê eu?" como se fossem especiais relativamente a todos os outros. E eu também aprendi a respeitar isso. Ganhei, foi, uma gigantesca admiração pelas pessoas que se tentam curar. E que fazem o que têm que fazer, sem cedência nem vacilo. É preciso ter coragem mas aquilo que se ganha é, aos meus olhos, muito superior ao que se tem. E uma exigência essencial é olhar para si próprio &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sub specie aeternitatis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-8515640300537374527?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/8515640300537374527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=8515640300537374527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8515640300537374527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8515640300537374527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/07/sub-specie-aeternitatis.html' title='Sub specie aeternitatis'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7179942948794414926</id><published>2010-07-16T17:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:14:09.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eu a pedaços...</title><content type='html'>Foi por causa &lt;a href="http://amaroinfinito.blogspot.com/2010/07/stay-or-leave.html"&gt;disto&lt;/a&gt;. Lembrei-me de uma coisa cuja existência aprendi a ignorar. É mais um pedaço de mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TECLZnY_IkI/AAAAAAAABhg/87e2W6gIWqI/s1600/Eu+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TECLZnY_IkI/AAAAAAAABhg/87e2W6gIWqI/s320/Eu+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494544817578779202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   O quadro que habita o meu quarto. Habita, sim, porque ele tem vida própria. Mesmo estando imóvel, calado, inanimado e desprovido de qualquer tipo de sentimento ou acção consegue interacção comigo. Hoje-em-dia convivemos pacificamente e, devo dizer, com uma certa empatia um pelo outro. No entanto esta situação nem sempre se verificou. Já quase, quase, nos estrangulamos mutuamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou numa sala de cinema. O dia em que o vi e percebi que era possível existir um filme profundamente dramático com momentos de riso hilariantes. O único drama que me fez chorar e rir histericamente ao mesmo tempo. Ou, pelo menos, o primeiro a consegui-lo condignamente. Aquilo era eu feita película de cinema. E o fim é um mistério... mas um mistério aberto a várias interpretações. Acredito que nem mesmo a Sofia Coppola sabe o que é suposto ter sido dito ao ouvido. Acredito que foi criado mesmo assim. Porque só assim sou mesmo eu chapada em filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma semana, uma amiga pediu posters num cinema local para um projecto com crianças. No meio dos posters, estava este. Eu pedi-o. Só bastante mais tarde foi encaixilhado. Mas chegou a estar muito tempo na parede colado. Até isso me faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o menciono agora como obra cinematográfica preferida porque não vale a pena. Não consigo expressar verbalmente o que representa para mim perante a esmagadora maioria das pessoas. Porque as pessoas acham que eu "gosto" como elas "gostam" e isso faz-me sentir desleal para com esta genialidade. Limitava-me a rir baixinho, baixando levemente a cabeça para o chão, dava um chuto numa pedra, mudava de assunto e pensava cá p'ra mim "so you think you can feel the same as i do..." Prefiro nem falar dele. Seria desgastar o significado que tem para mim. Escusado será, também, dizer que só o vi uma vez e foi quando o vi no cinema (todos os outros filmes de que gosto, revi vezes sem conta). Seria traír a memória que tenho dele. E aposto que jamais conseguiria sentir aquilo que senti da primeira vez que o vi. É como o primeiro Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tx9LdAcnNF8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tx9LdAcnNF8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa-me que se fale dele com naturalidade, como uma qualquer outra banalidade. Aliás, sinto isso muitas vezes. Sinto que existem pessoas que só falam das coisas e dizem que gostam para serem, no conceito de Mark Rowlands, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;primatas&lt;/span&gt;. Primatas com uma altamente desenvolvida inteligência social. O que, para mim, é digno de, sei lá, desprezo é uma palavra muito feia. Mais do que isso, faz-me sentir má... Porque, nas palavras de Milan Kundera, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A verdadeira bondade humana só pode manifestar-se, em toda a sua pureza e liberdade, em relação aos que não têm poder&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto de que falo é uma obra-prima. Admito que existam pessoas que não concordam comigo mas cada um vive as suas dores à sua maneira. Para mim, é. Só que este filme foi, também, o veículo condutor para uma relação que, mais do que qualquer outra coisa, me trouxe dor. E seria, neste momento, extraordinariamente complicado explicar o que acabei de escrever sem entediar alguém de morte. Não digo que não tenha tido as suas coisas boas, teve... Mas só consigo usufruír delas agora. Alguns, bastantes, anos mais tarde. Houve tempos em que me doía tanto olhar para o quadro que tinha que dormir noutro quarto. Outras vezes punha-o debaixo da cama pois não é propriamente o tipo de objecto que se consegue colocar numa gaveta e pronto. E não me conseguia abstraír dele debaixo da cama. Mas não achava justo. Aquele filme não era "NÓS". Aquele filme sou "EU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b638QIcIAtQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b638QIcIAtQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, durante noites, ele olhava para mim e sufocava-me. Eu, em troca, cheguei a cuspir-lhe. Sim, é verdade. Depois fui buscar o Ajax e um pano e limpei-o, que remédio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demo-nos mal... Até que decidi afastar-me e fui viver para o estrangeiro. Um ano que vivi sem aquela presença monstruosa que eu tentava ignorar todas as manhãs ao acordar. E, agora longe, sentia a sua falta e tentava reconstruí-lo na minha cabeça. E a imagem que criava fazia-me sentir, novamente, em casa. Percebi que aquele quadro tinha deixado de ser um quadro para passar a ser uma presença, um símbolo de algo muito importante. Um símbolo de mim. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt; sou eu, indiscutivelmente. Assim como aquele quadro. E aprendi uma lição valiosa. Existem coisas que são nossas. Não são para partilhar... Ou, pelo menos, não são para partilhar a um ponto em que a existência dessas coisas em nós fique em risco. Eu quase perdi este Amor. Quase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda uma última curiosidade: no topo do poster diz: "Todos queremos ser encontrados". Eu acrescentaria que gostava de ser encontrada na altura certa. Pela pessoa certa na altura certa. Porque os circunstancialismos mudam o sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em todas as outras coisas, o deixar de ser é sinal de que já foram; no amor, o deixar de ser é sinal de nunca ter sido. Deixou de ser, pois nunca foi; deixaste de amar, pois nunca amaste. O amor que não é de todo o tempo, e de todos os tempos, não é amor, nem foi; porque, se chegou a ter fim, nunca teve princípio. É como a eternidade, que se por impossível tivera fim, não teria sido eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a minha promessa para mim mesma é que nunca deixarei a eternidade pelo momento fugaz. Nunca, nunca, nunca mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7179942948794414926?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7179942948794414926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7179942948794414926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7179942948794414926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7179942948794414926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-pedacos.html' title='eu a pedaços...'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/TECLZnY_IkI/AAAAAAAABhg/87e2W6gIWqI/s72-c/Eu+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-7709337743792236796</id><published>2010-07-16T12:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:32:52.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque a pessoa romanesca que há em mim não me deixa fazer o contrário...</title><content type='html'>Quero dar a conhecer esta iniciativa levada a cabo por alguém não menos romanesco do que eu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34850_102667826455869_102480473141271_17780_6854500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs070.snc4/34850_102667826455869_102480473141271_17780_6854500_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-7709337743792236796?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/7709337743792236796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=7709337743792236796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7709337743792236796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/7709337743792236796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-porque-pessoa-romanesca-que-ha-em-mim.html' title='E porque a pessoa romanesca que há em mim não me deixa fazer o contrário...'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-971137309933191098</id><published>2010-07-16T00:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:21:32.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A História da Minha Vida</title><content type='html'>Enquanto a minha sobrinha comia, desenfreadamente, um corneto de chocolate, disse-lhe eu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um dia dou-te duas caixas cheias de cornetos a ver se tu te fartas de vez de comer gelados. Mas... Pensando melhor, não leves isto muito a sério. A tua avó disse-me, um dia, que me daria 100 bolas-de-berlim para ver se eu, eventualmente, me encheria delas. Obviamente, nunca honrou tal promessa para meu grande desagrado. Todos os dias a esperava junto à porta com esperança que fosse naquele dia que a dita experiência tomasse lugar. Nunca tomou. Cresci com uma lacuna psicológica que nunca colmatei. Se calhar, por causa disso, continuo, violentamente, em busca do prazer. E a sofrer mazelas na Alma com o meu comportamento irreflectido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bolas-de-quê? - disse a catraia, de bigode de chocolate e dedos sujos à espera que eu os limpasse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-971137309933191098?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/971137309933191098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=971137309933191098&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/971137309933191098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/971137309933191098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/07/historia-da-minha-vida.html' title='A História da Minha Vida'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-8652816817563777936</id><published>2010-07-15T17:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:02:44.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/zreA3NgiPYE/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zreA3NgiPYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zreA3NgiPYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É imensurável o meu amor por esta música. Desde o génio do seu criador (o GRANDE Jorge Fernando) ao requinte da intérprete. Esta é uma daquelas que vai ficar como clássico, aquelas de sempre, aquelas que me estão entranhadas na pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é, também, como uma humilde prece que canto baixinho. Um portento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-8652816817563777936?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/8652816817563777936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=8652816817563777936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8652816817563777936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8652816817563777936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/07/ana-moura-os-buzios.html' title='&quot;Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz&quot;'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6807998084606584359</id><published>2010-05-23T00:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:46:20.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm depressing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Keener&lt;/span&gt;: Sometimes it feels like, no matter how much success I have, it's not gonna matter until I find the right guy. I could have made it work, he really fit the bill, you know. White collar, 6'1, college grad, loves dogs, likes funny movies, brown hair, kind eyes, works in finance but is outdoorsy. I always imagined he'd have a single syllable name like Matt or John or Dave. In a perfect world, he drives a 4 runner and the only thing he loves more than me is his golden lab. And a nice smile. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex Goran&lt;/span&gt;: You know, honestly by the time you're 34, all the physical requirements just go out the window. You secretly pray that he'll be taller than you, not an a.$$-hole would be nice just someone who enjoys my company, comes from a good family. You don't think about that when you're younger. Someone who wants kinds/ likes kids/wants kids. Healthy enough to play with his kids. Please let him earn more money than I do, you might not understand that now but believe me, you will one day otherwise that's a recipe for disaster. And hopefully, some hair on his head. I mean, that's not even a deal breaker these days. A nice smile. Yea, a nice smile just might do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Keener&lt;/span&gt;: Wow. That was depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.porraman.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/poster_Amor-sem-Escalas_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 593px;" src="http://www.porraman.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/poster_Amor-sem-Escalas_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6807998084606584359?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6807998084606584359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6807998084606584359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 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type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...I've been hurt so many times&lt;br /&gt;It got to a point&lt;br /&gt;When I decided&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;...I need someone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone that needs me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone that loves me&lt;br /&gt;Can you be my superman?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuDctL_tOrU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuDctL_tOrU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-1928051913208208306</id><published>2010-04-22T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:10:46.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sê tu a palavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Sê tu a palavra,&lt;br /&gt;branca rosa brava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Só o desejo é matinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Poupar o coração&lt;br /&gt;é permitir à morte&lt;br /&gt;coroar-se de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Morre&lt;br /&gt;de ter ousado&lt;br /&gt;na água amar o fogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;Beber-te a sede e partir&lt;br /&gt;- eu sou de tão longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;Da chama à espada&lt;br /&gt;o caminho é solitário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Que me quereis,&lt;br /&gt;se me não dais&lt;br /&gt;o que é tão meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-1928051913208208306?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/1928051913208208306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=1928051913208208306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;"A lua ignora que é tranquila e clara&lt;br /&gt;E não pode sequer saber que é lua;&lt;br /&gt;A areia, que é a areia. Não há uma&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que saiba que sua forma é rara.&lt;br /&gt;As peças de marfim são tão alheias&lt;br /&gt;Ao abstracto xadrez como essa mão&lt;br /&gt;Que as rege. Talvez o destino humano,&lt;br /&gt;Breve alegria e longas odisseias,&lt;br /&gt;Seja instrumento de Outro. Ignoramos;&lt;br /&gt;Dar-lhe o nome de Deus não nos conforta.&lt;br /&gt;Em vão também o medo, a angústia, a absorta&lt;br /&gt;E truncada oração que iniciamos.&lt;br /&gt;Que arco terá então lançado a seta&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sou? Que cume pode ser a meta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Jorge Luis Borges, in "A Rosa Profunda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-8327788620754757433?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/8327788620754757433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=8327788620754757433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8327788620754757433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/8327788620754757433'/><link 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uma mulher quer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I will not go out with a man who hasn't asked me out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I will not go out with a man who keeps me waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I will not date a man who isn't sure he wants to date me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I will not date a man who drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I will not date a man who makes me feel sexually undesireable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; I will not be with a man who's afraid to talk about our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I will not, under any circumstances, spend my precious time with a man who has already rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I will not date a man who is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I will not be with a man who is not clearly a good, kind, loving person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6742823182768262743?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6742823182768262743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6742823182768262743&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6742823182768262743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4279060051391598092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4279060051391598092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4279060051391598092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-me-importa.html' title='O Que Me Importa...'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=4512773656301496824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4512773656301496824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/4512773656301496824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia.html' title='Um dia.'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-9003557585747984285</id><published>2010-03-06T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:23:59.049Z</updated><title type='text'>Leituras - Parte II</title><content type='html'>"No matter how powerful and real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully and honestly return them and therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lonely ... being alone ... for many people ... sucks. I get it, I get it, I get it. But still I have to say that yes, my belief is that being with somebody who makes you feel shitty or doesn't honor the person you are is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-9003557585747984285?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/9003557585747984285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=9003557585747984285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/9003557585747984285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/9003557585747984285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/03/leituras-parte-ii.html' title='Leituras - Parte II'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-6378693637053480392</id><published>2010-03-03T07:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:43:56.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Leituras</title><content type='html'>"Emotion literally means "disturbance". The word comes from the Latin "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emovere&lt;/span&gt;", meaning "to disturb". (...)&lt;br /&gt; The very thing that gives you pleasure today will give you pain tomorrow, or it will leave you, so its absense will give you pain. And what is often referred to as love may be pleasurable and exciting for a while, but it is an addictive clinging, an extremely needy condition that can turn into its opposite at the flick of a switch. Many "love" relationships, after the initial euphoria has passed, actually oscillate between "love" and hate, attraction and attack.&lt;br /&gt;Real Love doesn't make you suffer. How could it? It doesn't suddenly turn into hate, nor does real joy turn into pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-6378693637053480392?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/6378693637053480392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=6378693637053480392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6378693637053480392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/6378693637053480392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/03/leituras.html' title='Leituras'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-225814940823502841</id><published>2010-02-28T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:59:26.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Quão frágeis somos</title><content type='html'>Ontem à noite passou o filme “The day after tomorrow” na televisão. A meio do filme, ironicamente, aparecem notícias de um terramoto no Chile e alertas para um possível tsunami. Esta manhã um alerta de tsunami na costa australiana, particularmente aqui em New South Wales. Depois são as imagens que nos chegam da destruição ocorrida na ilha Portuguesa da Madeira. E o Mundo ainda nem se tinha refeito das calamidades ocorridas no Haiti e em Samoa. Com tudo isto só me vem à cabeça uma música do Sting, “Fragile”, em que se diz, mais ou menos, isto: “Incessantemente a chuva cairá / Como lágrimas de uma estrela / Incessantemente a chuva dirá / O quão frágeis nós somos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Não me incomodam as perdas materiais, pode ser muito triste perder tudo o que se tem (casa, carro, dinheiro, coisas acumuladas durante toda uma vida) mas são as perdas humanas que fazem o meu coração contorcer-se em comiseração. E também compreendo que, tal como eu, todas as pessoas fiquem profundamente tocadas e que queiram ajudar. A triste verdade é que, a menos que possamos doar dinheiro ou voluntariar-mo-nos para ir para o terreno, não há grande coisa que se possa fazer. E, daí, irritar-me um bocado as trezentas mil causas que as pessoas inventam, os cinquenta mil grupos a que se juntam no facebook, as coisas banais que escrevem, parece que o acontecimento “está na moda” e daí a uma semana já ninguém se lembra de nada. Mas, acreditem-me, quem lá está não se esquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lembra-me a curiosidade mórbida que me envergonhou de ser portuguesa em 2001. Em Março de 2001, para quem não se lembra, caiu a Ponte de Entre-Os-Rios levando consigo uma camioneta cheia de gente e mais alguns carros. Foi chocante e inesperado, a corrente do rio estava anormalmente forte e alguns corpos foram arrastados até Espanha. Nas semanas em que decorreram as buscas pelos mergulhadores no local do acidente, aos domingos, famílias portuguesas pegavam no presunto e no garrafão de vinho tinto, metiam-se no carro e íam fazer um pic-nic para ver, in loco, a desgraça. Da mesma maneira que, quando há um acidente na estrada, o trânsito abranda porque toda a gente quer ver o que se passa. E chego, agora, ao ponto onde quero chegar. Não pretendo dar lições de moral a ninguém, até porque as pessoas têm formas diferentes de lidar com a dor, mas isto deixa-me indignada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei que isto pode ser considerado, por muitos, como insensibilidade da minha parte perante estes acontecimentos mas eu não gosto de me manifestar publicamente quando uma tragédia destas acontece. Por ter noção da proporção do sofrimento que aquelas pessoas passaram e continuamente irão passar, a única manifestação que me parece apropriada é o silêncio. Se, além disso, puder ajudar de forma mais activa, também o faço mas sem publicidade. É mais ou menos semelhante ao que acontece quando morre um ente querido a alguém que amo. Eu nunca sei o que dizer e, por isso, remeto-me ao silêncio. Silêncio não é Vazio. Estou calada mas estou lá. E não é por amar a pessoa que está a sofrer que vou criar um grupo no facebook com o nome “Morreu o irmão do meu amigo e eu estou solidário com ele” ou vou escrever banalidades para mostrar ao Mundo como eu sou uma pessoa consciente e vou esquecer tudo isto daí a uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Estar, de facto, solidário é um compromisso para a vida pois o sofrimento de quem passa por uma tragédia destas acompanha-as até morrer. Estar solidário é entender, respeitar e aprender com as pessoas. E se eu já pensava assim antes, na altura em que caíram as torres gémeas em Nova Iorque este meu pensamento ganhou mais força. Quem vivia nessa cidade solicitou que parassem de, continuamente, passar as imagens dos acontecimentos na televisão, cada vez relembrando e pondo o dedo na ferida de quem chorava os seus mortos. Parece-me que eles suplicavam que os deixassem em paz. Mas as audiências são feitas pelos curiosos, nós, que não queríamos perder pitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Não digo que devamos ficar indiferentes à dor alheia, não, muito pelo contrário. Acho é que devemos falar menos e fazer mais. É que na sabedoria popular já se tem dito que “Cão que ladra, não morde.” Nós temos o dever de ajudar, só temos que reflectir melhor nos meios que utilizamos para o efeito. Ou, nas palavras do escritor Henri Frédéric Amiel, "O nosso dever é ser útil não de acordo com os nossos desejos, mas de acordo com as nossas forças."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-225814940823502841?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/225814940823502841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=225814940823502841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/225814940823502841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/225814940823502841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/02/quao-frageis-somos.html' title='Quão frágeis somos'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3884561790942926481</id><published>2010-02-28T07:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:18:55.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Nota Mental</title><content type='html'>"The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive. To put it more accurately, it is not so much that you use your mind wrongly - you usually don't use it at all. It uses you. This is the disease. You believe that you are your mind. This is the delusion.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The instrument has taken you over&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3884561790942926481?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3884561790942926481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3884561790942926481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3884561790942926481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3884561790942926481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/02/nota-mental.html' title='Nota Mental'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5518582587196984833</id><published>2010-02-24T06:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:36:58.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Desídia</title><content type='html'>Acho que devo uma explicação para a minha falta de vontade para escrever aqui. É que, afinal de contas, quem se dá ao trabalho de clicar neste link, merece alguma consideração. Ora, não tenho escrito porque não me apetece. Ando cansada, sem vontade de fazer nada. Eu já não ando, eu arrasto-me de sítio em sítio e tento, pelo menos, ter uma aparência fresca. Sempre que me sento, seja em casa, num bar ou no escritório, a tendência natural é para adormecer. Talvez seja das temperaturas às quais o meu corpo não está habituado e esta seja uma reacçao. Não sei mas aconselharam-me a comer mais alimentos com ferro. Já aumentei a minha ingestão diária de ferro mas, para já, ainda não notei grande diferença. Qualquer dia como a Harbour Bridge. &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5518582587196984833?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5518582587196984833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5518582587196984833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5518582587196984833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5518582587196984833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/02/desidia.html' title='Desídia'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-5923330043190089953</id><published>2010-02-24T04:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T04:38:38.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor Desmistificado</title><content type='html'>"O sentimento de um homem apaixonado produz por vezes efeitos cómicos ou trágicos, porque em ambos os casos, é dominado pelo espírito da espécie que o domina ao ponto de o arrancar a si próprio; os seus actos não correspondem à sua individualidade. Isto explica, nos níveis superiores do amor, essa natureza tão poética e sublimadora que caracteriza os seus pensamentos, essa elevação transcendente e hiperfísica, que parece fazê-lo afastar da finalidade meramente física do seu amor. É porque o impelem então o génio da espécie e os seus interesses superiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebeu a missão de iniciar uma série indefinida de gerações dotadas de determinadas características e constituídas por certos elementos que só se podem encontrar num único pai e numa única mãe; só essa união pode dar existência à geração determinada que a objectivação da vontade expressamente exige. O sentimento que o amante tem de agir em circunstâncias de semelhantes transcendência, eleva-o de tal modo sobre as coisas terrestres e mesmo acima de si próprio, e tranforma-lhe os desejos físicos numa aparência de tal modo suprasensível, que o amor é um acontecimento poético, mesmo na existência do homem mais prosaico, o que o faz cair por vezes em ridículo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Arthur Schopenhauer, in 'Metafísica do Amor' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-5923330043190089953?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/5923330043190089953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=5923330043190089953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5923330043190089953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/5923330043190089953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/02/amor-desmistificado.html' title='Amor Desmistificado'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119982222909996436.post-3178321271530303202</id><published>2010-02-19T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:48:42.671Z</updated><title type='text'>poucas músicas fazem tanto sentido como esta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yur15Brfvhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yur15Brfvhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119982222909996436-3178321271530303202?l=mehrlicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/feeds/3178321271530303202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119982222909996436&amp;postID=3178321271530303202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3178321271530303202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119982222909996436/posts/default/3178321271530303202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mehrlicht.blogspot.com/2010/02/poucas-musicas-fazem-tanto-sentido-como.html' title='poucas músicas fazem tanto sentido como esta'/><author><name>Carla Gaspar Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12915546218397663924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A01rYvA3uPo/S2eYE5kz5CI/AAAAAAAABg0/ayokflqMOPU/S220/New+Year+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
