<?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-6340691</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:33:16.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sôfrega</title><subtitle type='html'>para quem uma só vida não chega,

de quem não quer perder o sorriso</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-7725091824015293701</id><published>2007-04-24T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:10:27.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By N.Sombra Corre, Corre Sombra.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/7725091824015293701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=7725091824015293701' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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Frédéric Auburtin e Gérard Depardieu (Quartier Latin), Gurinder Chadha (Quais de Seine),Joel e Ethan Coen (Tuileries), Isabel Coixet (Bastille), Wes Craven (Père-Lachase), Alfonso Cuaron (Parc Monceau), Christopher Doyle (Porte de Choisy), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/2645906145750484161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=2645906145750484161' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/2645906145750484161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/2645906145750484161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2007/03/regresso-s-curtas-mertragens-so-18.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MTEzWa3PXnc/RfQXqmwysnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XqCPPDLXMqs/s72-c/225878953_2ff3c6ac97_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-117243964887683456</id><published>2007-02-25T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:40:48.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/117243964887683456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=117243964887683456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/117243964887683456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/117243964887683456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2007/02/arcade-fire-rebellion-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-117174789819910374</id><published>2007-02-17T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:31:38.220Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO SE TRATA DE HABLAR...No se trata de hablar,ni tampoco de callar:se trata de abrir algoentre la palabra y el silencio.Quizá cuando transcurra todo,también la palabra y el silencio,quede esa zona abiertacomo una esperanza hacia atrás.Y tal vez ese signo invertidoconstituya un toque de atenciónpara este mutismo ilimitadodonde palpablemente nos hundimos.ROSTRO CONTRA ROSTRO...Rostro contra rostro,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/117174789819910374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=117174789819910374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/117174789819910374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/117174789819910374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-se-trata-de-hablar.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-117052683385614865</id><published>2007-02-03T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:20:33.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps (acoustic)Pack upI'm straightEnoughOh, say say sayOh, say say sayOh, say say sayOh, say say sayOh, say say sayWait, they don't love you like i love youWait, they don't love you like i love youMa-a-a-a-ps, wait! They don't love you like i love you...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/117052683385614865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=117052683385614865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/117052683385614865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/117052683385614865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2007/02/yeah-yeah-yeahs-maps-acoustic-pack-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-116992994572626919</id><published>2007-01-27T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:43:12.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Build-UpThe build-up lasted for days Lasted for weeks Lasted too long Our hero withdrew When there was two He could not choose oneSo there was none Worn into the vaguely announced Worn into the vaguely announced The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket To remind you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/116992994572626919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=116992994572626919' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/116992994572626919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/116992994572626919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2007/01/build-up-build-up-lasted-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-116758695571470242</id><published>2006-12-31T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:34:11.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hey you,Don't help them to bury the light.Hey you,Can you feel me?Open your heart, I'm coming home.But it was only fantasy."Pink Floyd a acompanhar a beleza da marginal- nostlagia 06. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/116758695571470242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=116758695571470242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/116758695571470242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/116758695571470242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-you-dont-help-them-to-bury-light.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-116628377036095536</id><published>2006-12-16T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:43:26.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOLVERYo adivino el parpadeode las luces que a lo lejos,van marcando mi retorno.Son las mismas que alumbraron,con sus pálidos reflejos,hondas horas de dolor.Y aunque no quise el regreso,siempre se vuelve al primer amor.La quieta calle donde el eco dijo:"Tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer",bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellasque con indiferencia hoy me ven volver.Volver,con la frente marchita,las</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/116628377036095536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=116628377036095536' title='4 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recordartey dónde recordar sin que me duela.Dime por favor dónde pueda caminarsin ver tus huellas,dónde puedo correr sin recordartey dónde descansar con mi tristeza.Dime por favor cuál es el cieloque no tiene el calor de tu miraday cuál es el sol que tiene luz tan sóloy no la sensación de que me llamas.Dime por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/116012066730387823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=116012066730387823' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/116012066730387823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/116012066730387823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/10/dime-dime-por-favor-donde-ests-en-que.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113536202108153749</id><published>2006-09-23T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:24:19.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in FROSK.ORG"…este meu estado actual de alma tem uma causa. Em torno de mim está-se tudo afastando e desmoronando.(...)Repare que eu não creio que esta mudança vá ser para pior; creio o contrário. Mas uma mudança, e para mim mudar, passar de ser uma coisa para ser outra, é uma morte parcial; morre qualquer coisa dentro de nós, e a tristeza do que morre e do que passa não pode deixar de nos roçar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113536202108153749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113536202108153749' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113536202108153749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113536202108153749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-frosk.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-115107517401874280</id><published>2006-09-18T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:28:06.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Chambers - Dream DanceUm pedaço, outro e outro e a dança do voo ganha forma,retomo o gosto pelos desenhos desta minha querida casa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/115107517401874280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=115107517401874280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115107517401874280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115107517401874280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/09/tom-chambers-dream-dance-um-pedao.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114344310939566721</id><published>2006-09-02T08:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:40:10.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Os homens têm, para todas as coisas, soluções fáceis e convencionais, as mais fáceis das soluções fáceis. Contudo, é evidente que se deve preferir sempre o difícil: tudo o que vive lá cabe.”RilkeEntre o que se deve o que se consegue fica um fosso impróprio para sofreguidões!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114344310939566721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114344310939566721' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344310939566721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344310939566721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/09/os-homens-tm-para-todas-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-115686133824935378</id><published>2006-08-29T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:22:56.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andando sobre as tuas pegadas: "Com que corpo tocarei a luz" ©duaspegadas(o fundo das coisas nas coisas sem fundocair-me todo para caber no mundo)Pedro Sena-Lino</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/115686133824935378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=115686133824935378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115686133824935378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115686133824935378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/08/andando-sobre-as-tuas-pegadas-com-que.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-115286484393465856</id><published>2006-08-26T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:44:12.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,e o que nos ficou não chegapara afastar o frio de quatro paredes.Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinasem esperas inúteis.Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;era como se todas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/115286484393465856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=115286484393465856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115286484393465856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115286484393465856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/08/j-gastmos-as-palavras-pela-rua-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-115251382152349961</id><published>2006-07-18T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:53:49.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Addiction..."The woman on the porchTakes my breath away, cool and efficient,Thief of my night rest, makes me sweat in my hellHowever, I cannot forget,Because her eyes told me so muchAbout love and understandingAnd so much forgivenessAs seldom seen before. The woman on the porch,Steals the daylight, soft and tiredThief of the sunsetthe evening belongs to her.She will make me addictedbecause the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/115251382152349961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=115251382152349961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115251382152349961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115251382152349961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/07/addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-107885101366299746</id><published>2006-07-07T07:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:05:06.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Destece o caminho do sonho.Regressado invisivel com que te vestes.Despe o vermelho que tudo preenche.cccFui a 2004 recuperar as palavras que me desenham hoje e talvez sempre ... sou uma sonhadora sem cura possivel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/107885101366299746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/107885101366299746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/07/destece-o-caminho-do-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-115191899921207815</id><published>2006-07-03T08:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:29:59.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(..) " Mas em que pensava eu antes de me perder a ver? Não sei.Vontade?Esforço?Vida?Com um grande avanço de luz sente-se que o céu é já quase todo azul. Mas não há sossego - Ah,nem o haverá nunca! - no fundo do meu coração, poço velho ao fim da quinta vendida, memória de infância fechada a pó no sotão de casa alheia. Não há sossego - e,ai de mim!, nem sequer há desejo de o ter..."  Bernardo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/115191899921207815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=115191899921207815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115191899921207815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115191899921207815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-115107218150057247</id><published>2006-06-23T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:19:52.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> TOM CHAMBERS WORK</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/115107218150057247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=115107218150057247' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115107218150057247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/115107218150057247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/06/tom-chambers-work.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113483240057514126</id><published>2006-06-14T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:30:06.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O oceano separou-me de mim Enquanto me fui esquecendo nos séculos E eis-me presente Reunindo em mim o espaço Condensando o tempo Na minha história existe o paradoxo do homem disperso". (Agostinho Neto)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113483240057514126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113483240057514126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113483240057514126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113483240057514126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-oceano-separou-me-de-mim-enquanto-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114681298186931959</id><published>2006-05-08T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T07:53:25.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jonáš a velryba - Michal Ladovský - Grafika</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114681298186931959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114681298186931959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114681298186931959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114681298186931959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/05/jon-velryba-michal-ladovsk-grafika.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114344397902421123</id><published>2006-05-05T07:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T07:58:53.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creio que foi o sorriso, sorriso foi quem abriu a porta. Era um sorriso com muita luz lá dentro, apetecia entrar nele, tirar a roupa, ficar nu dentro daquele sorriso. Correr, navegar, morrer naquele sorriso.(Eugénio de Andrade)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114344397902421123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114344397902421123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344397902421123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344397902421123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/05/creio-que-foi-o-sorriso-sorriso-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114603731090265007</id><published>2006-04-26T07:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:27:38.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finalmente visto o filme IRIS  , interpretações fabulosas com parenças fisicas incriveis , mais do que a revisão biografica é uma história de amor, Iris Murdoch e John Bayley um exemplo para quem quer viver o sonho.Iris Murdoch, novelist and philosopher, was born on 15 July 1919 in Dublin. and brought up in London. Her productivity and achievement were remarkable. She played a major role in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114603731090265007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114603731090265007' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114603731090265007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114603731090265007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/04/finalmente-visto-o-filme-iris.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114594835810279512</id><published>2006-04-26T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:47:45.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Dream,when you're feeling blue... Dream, that's the thing to do..."Trabalho gentilmente cedido pela Catarina Cruz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114594835810279512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114594835810279512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114594835810279512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114594835810279512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreamwhen-youre-feeling-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114595193269423240</id><published>2006-04-25T08:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:15:40.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Visitar o Video dos Under Byen, ouve-se o 3º album destes Dinamarqueses SAMME STOF SOM STOF-2006 .A voz de Henriette Sennenvaldt  continua a levar-me até Bjork.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114595193269423240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114595193269423240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114595193269423240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114595193269423240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/04/visitar-o-video-dos-under-byen-ouve-se.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114344302419775167</id><published>2006-04-08T09:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:32:50.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConselhoSê paciente; esperaque a palavra amadureçae se desprenda como um frutoao passar o vento que a mereça.Eugénio de Andrade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114344302419775167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114344302419775167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344302419775167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344302419775167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/04/conselho-s-paciente-espera-que-palavra.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114430871091258184</id><published>2006-04-06T07:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:41:52.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aguardo na companhia dos Interpol são um dos meus grupos mais,mais... 02-EvilPowered by Castpost03-Narc"She found a lonely soundShe keeps on waiting for time out thereOh love, can you love me babeLove, is this loving babeIs time turning around"01-Hands AwayPowered by Castpost03-Nyc"It's up to me now turn on the bright lights(got to be some more change in my life)oh, It's up to me now turn on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114430871091258184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114430871091258184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114430871091258184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114430871091258184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/04/aguardo-na-companhia-dos-interpol-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114344495929226490</id><published>2006-03-27T08:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:35:59.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By:Robert Staeck  Menina Insular Tinha o tamanho da praia o corpo era de areia. E ele próprio era o início do mar que o continuava. Destino de água salgada principiado na veia. E quando as mãos se estenderam a todo o seu comprimento e quando os olhos desceram a toda a sua fundura teve o sinal que anuncia o sonho da criatura. Largou o sonho nos barcos que dos seus dedos partiam que dos seus dedos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114344495929226490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114344495929226490' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344495929226490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114344495929226490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/03/byrobert-staeck-menina-insular-tinha-o.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114310563141113323</id><published>2006-03-23T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:42:13.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem Título e Bastante BreveTenho o olhar preso aos ângulos escuros da casa tento descobrir um cruzar de linhas misteriosas, e com elas quero construir um templo em forma de ilha ou de mãos disponíveis para o amor.... na verdade, estou derrubado sobre a mesa em fórmica suja duma taberna verde, não sei onde procuro as aves recolhidas na tontura da noite embriagado entrelaço os dedos possuo os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114310563141113323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114310563141113323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114310563141113323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114310563141113323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/03/sem-ttulo-e-bastante-breve-tenho-o.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114262843889643988</id><published>2006-03-17T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:19:42.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope Sandoval uma voz deliciosa que comecei a ouvir nos Mazzy Star(Hope Sandoval e David Roback,1989) Mazzy Star - Fade Into You  Powered by CastpostVarias partipações com outros artistas, adoro estas duas:  "Sweet Jane" (Natural Born Killers Soundtrack)Powered by CastpostAir-"Cherry Blossom Girl" -versão com Hope Sandoval Powered by CastpostAinda a beleza das palavras em Butterfly mornings no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114262843889643988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114262843889643988' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114262843889643988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114262843889643988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/03/hope-sandoval-uma-voz-deliciosa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-114060804730776286</id><published>2006-02-22T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:34:07.320Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem principio nem fimLembro-me dos traços a surgir,vagueio ao sabor do vento indomável,permaneço pelas folhas enraizadascom o sorriso das estrelasjunto á liberdade do mar.Rolo em mimsou o porto a que sempre volto,após cada esquecimento,trago um pedaço de peleque rasgueia mais uma alma desbravada.ccc</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/114060804730776286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=114060804730776286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114060804730776286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/114060804730776286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/02/sem-principio-nem-fim-lembro-me-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113984194151527493</id><published>2006-02-13T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:29:06.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him, Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head, To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you, Then direct you into my armsNick cave,Into My Arms</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113984194151527493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113984194151527493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113984194151527493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113984194151527493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-believe-in-interventionist-god.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113947978744035753</id><published>2006-02-09T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:12:09.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      Autor: Geoffroy Demarquet"A um pé do abismo e um dedo do céu"  oldmirror</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113947978744035753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113947978744035753' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113947978744035753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113947978744035753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/02/autor-geoffroy-demarquet-um-p-do.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113760192601324629</id><published>2006-01-27T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:24:31.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmavisseComo se te perdesse, assim te quero.Como se não te visse (favas douradasSob um amarelo) assim te apreendo bruscoInamovível, e te respiro inteiroUm arco-íris de ar em águas profundas.Como se tudo o mais me permitisses,A mim me fotografo nuns portões de ferroOcres, altos, e eu mesma diluída e mínimaNo dissoluto de toda despedida.Como se te perdesse nos trens, nas estaçõesOu contornando um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113760192601324629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113760192601324629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113760192601324629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113760192601324629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/01/amavisse-como-se-te-perdesse-assim-te.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113783652248233603</id><published>2006-01-21T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:42:02.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beatriz TettamanziA importância das palavras desenhadas, do momento registrado, do sentimento traduzido ... mantém-se em mim nesta presente ausência.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113783652248233603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113783652248233603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113783652248233603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113783652248233603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2006/01/beatriz-tettamanzi-importncia-das.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113536496076373779</id><published>2005-12-23T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:18:27.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Everybody knows that life can be wonderful"   Flunk,PlaySegue esta voz doce e junta o teu sorriso ao meu.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113536496076373779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113536496076373779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113536496076373779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113536496076373779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/12/everybody-knows-that-life-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113405745364691714</id><published>2005-12-08T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:05:11.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>up side down by Ryan Socash"So i'm waiting for this test to end So these lighter days can soon begin Just like thinking of your childhood home But we cant go back we're on our own Oh, But i'm about to give this one more shot And find it in myself Ill find it in myself"Ouve-se Azure Ray - November</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113405745364691714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113405745364691714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113405745364691714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113405745364691714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/12/up-side-down-by-ryan-socash-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113353027703873131</id><published>2005-12-02T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:31:17.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESPEDIDASem conseguir olhar, para a maravilhosa cidade nas minhas costas, volto a partir.Não esperava que um dia viesse a sentir o Porto como a minha "casa". O mérito pertence às suas gentes, espaços, ruas, belas e repletas de particulariedades que me deixaram encantada.Agradecimentos ao Humberto Borges que disponibilizou tão gentilmente as fotografias perfeitas, que nunca consegui tirar, para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113353027703873131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113353027703873131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113353027703873131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113353027703873131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/12/despedida-sem-conseguir-olhar-para.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113319438551884668</id><published>2005-11-30T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:39:23.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem-vindo ao mundo das Experiências! Um site fantástico para quem quer oferecer/usufruir dos pequenos/grandes prazeres da vida.SPA - Quinta das Lágrimas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113319438551884668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113319438551884668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113319438551884668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113319438551884668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/bem-vindo-ao-mundo-das-experincias-um.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113319589849782884</id><published>2005-11-28T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:38:18.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deverá o enorme retrato do presidente Mao continuar por cima da porta da Praça Tianan-men? Jung Chang,, expõe novos pormenores espantosos no seu  novo livro, Mao The Unknown Story (Mao: A História Desconhecida). Autora do best-seller internacional Cisnes Selvagens, os lucros deste êxito literário foram utilizados por ela e o seu marido, numa investigação profunda sobre Mao, que previam durar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113319589849782884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113319589849782884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113319589849782884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113319589849782884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/dever-o-enorme-retrato-do-presidente.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113309408747330489</id><published>2005-11-27T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:21:27.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouve-se The Greatest, o regresso em Janeiro de Cat Power.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113309408747330489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113309408747330489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113309408747330489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113309408747330489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/ouve-se-greatest-o-regresso-em-janeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113268537652777515</id><published>2005-11-22T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:51:45.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ANSCHOOL II de Thomas Hirschhorn 04 NOV 05 - 29 JAN 06.  O nome da exposição significa "não-escola" e com ele Hirschhorn quis rejeitar os princípios de formatação do pensamento. Ao mesmo tempo, foi a mesma instituição que serviu de mote aos dez espaços cedidos por Serralves, temporariamente convertidos em sala de aula atípica. Thomas Hirschhorn explicou que a ideia consistiu em criar um espaço </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113268537652777515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113268537652777515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113268537652777515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113268537652777515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/anschool-ii-de-thomas-hirschhorn-04.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113173129026874010</id><published>2005-11-21T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:18:15.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não me recordo da ultima vez mas hoje voltei a ser um sorriso sem fim. Fico parada no tempo a usufruir da imagem futura do teu barco a seguir o meu. Autor desconhecido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113173129026874010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113173129026874010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113173129026874010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113173129026874010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-me-recordo-da-ultima-vez-mas-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113232842350974566</id><published>2005-11-18T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:45:46.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Like HoneyListen to the girlAs she takes on half the worldMoving up and so aliveIn her honey dripping beehiveBeehiveIt's good, so good, it's so goodSo goodWalking back to youIs the hardest thing thatI can doThat I can do for youFor youI'll be your plastic toyI'll be your plastic toyFor youEating up the scumIs the hardest thing forMe to doJust like honeyThe Jesus &amp; Mary Chain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113232842350974566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113232842350974566' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113232842350974566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113232842350974566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-like-honey-listen-to-girl-as-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113224548168331202</id><published>2005-11-17T16:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:11:49.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Journeys in Black &amp; White pela fotografa Japonesa Federica Armstrong. Morning rain at Forbidden City 1, BeijingJardins Zen em Kyoto,Daitoku-ji.Considerado um dos mais famosos monumentos do Japão,ilha de Miyajima.Trabalho realizado na multi-étnica Malásia (Kuala Lumpur), num tributo á tolerância religiosa que ali impera:Incense at Buddhist Temple.Arch over Sultan Abdul Samad building.Holy Water, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113224548168331202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113224548168331202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113224548168331202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113224548168331202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/journeys-in-black-white-pela-fotografa.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113198703851807716</id><published>2005-11-14T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:19:21.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by KocanInventoDeponhosuponho e descrevoa pulsosubindo pela fímbriado despidoPorque nada é verdadese eu inventoo avesso daquilo que é vestidoMaria Teresa Horta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113198703851807716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113198703851807716' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113198703851807716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113198703851807716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/by-kocan-invento-deponho-suponho-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113173119454554740</id><published>2005-11-11T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:46:34.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By Ian Britton</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113173119454554740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113173119454554740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113173119454554740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113173119454554740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/by-ian-britton.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-108869421824055112</id><published>2005-11-07T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:22:55.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ternura  Eu te peço perdão por te amar de repente(...)Trago a doçura dos que aceitam melancolicamente.E posso te dizer que o grande afeto que te deixoNão traz o exaspero das lágrimas nem a fascinação das promessasNem as misteriosas palavras dos véus da alma...É um sossego, uma unção, um transbordamento de caríciasE só te pede que te repouses quieta, muito quietaE deixes que as mãos cálidas da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/108869421824055112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=108869421824055112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108869421824055112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108869421824055112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/ternura-eu-te-peo-perdo-por-te-amar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113095190900583145</id><published>2005-11-02T17:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:27:46.380Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha.Realizado por Rob Marshall, a obra de Arthur Golden chega aos cinemas em dezembro. Uma frecha recentemente aberta, o misterioso mundo das geishas na complexa cultura japonesa. Como é um dos meus livros favoritos não posso deixar de recomendar a sua leitura. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113095190900583145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113095190900583145' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113095190900583145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113095190900583145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/11/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-108740121456058912</id><published>2005-10-30T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:28:03.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Num passeio ergue-se o Cabo Girão á minha frente e volto imediatamente á fotografia(desconhecia o local),de um post de Junho/04,que adoro.Fiquei emocionada ... tenho sonhado muito neste espaço e quando osconsigo converter em realidades palpaveis é uma satisfação enorme. by Stephen Bowden  A repetição de situações com pessoas diferentes, espaços bem distintos remete-me para um círculo com um fim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/108740121456058912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=108740121456058912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108740121456058912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108740121456058912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/num-passeio-ergue-se-o-cabo-giro-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113034047415907034</id><published>2005-10-26T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:32:54.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Por vezes,há momentos no tempo,onde a loucura da normalidade, nos encanta...Os momentos de prazer,ganham-se nos promenores das conversas, que, mesmo banais,ganham quando nos despertam a curiosidade dos sentidos,essa que por vezes,não encontra despertadores à sua altura..." MRA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113034047415907034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113034047415907034' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113034047415907034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113034047415907034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/por-vezes-h-momentos-no-tempo-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-113033756260120802</id><published>2005-10-26T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:39:22.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by Eric B.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/113033756260120802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=113033756260120802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113033756260120802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/113033756260120802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/by-eric-b.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112989876722610036</id><published>2005-10-21T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:04:24.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procura-se um amanteMuitas pessoas têm um amante e outras gostariam de ter um.Há também as que não têm, e as que tinham e perderam. Geralmente são essas últimas as que vêem ao meu consultório para me contar que estão tristes ou que apresentam sintomas típicos de insonia, apatia, pessimismo, crises de choro ou as mais diversas dores.Elas contam-me que as suas vidas transcorrem monotonamente e sem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112989876722610036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112989876722610036' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112989876722610036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112989876722610036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/procura-se-um-amante-muitas-pessoas-tm.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112963530131058848</id><published>2005-10-18T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:29:20.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Muitos e Muitos Parabéns!!!Há alguns anos atrás foste posta no mundo com um dos sorrisos mais bonitos que conheço, umas covinhas deliciosas, um charme impar, um jeito "emproado", uma ternura deliciosa, um olhar profundo e uma loucura desmedida"  Vê-se neste rosto os reflexos da "magia", que teimo em manter ano após ano. O dia em que a criança sonhadora domina.    Muito Obrigado a quem me tem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112963530131058848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112963530131058848' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112963530131058848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112963530131058848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/muitos-e-muitos-parabnsh-alguns-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112896699988343698</id><published>2005-10-10T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:56:39.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“O que fazes nos teus tempos livres?”   Como uma simples pergunta me deixou tão nostálgica e preocupada com o vazio da rotina que o dia-a-dia dá. Tento convencer-me que faz parte da evolução, que agora estou mais "normal"... o que fazemos á nossa natureza em prol da inserção no meio circundante.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112896699988343698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112896699988343698' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112896699988343698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112896699988343698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-que-fazes-nos-teus-tempos-livres.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112809938349241996</id><published>2005-10-03T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:01:41.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entre as várias iniciativas apresentadas pela ExperimentaDesign/Bienal de Lisboa, esteve presente no Open Talks, o grande Marc Newson"Nunca penso, nem discuto sobre design e esforço-me por não teorizar.Embora o processo de inventar seja certamente intelectual, porque é umexercício de resolução de um problema concreto, o que faço tem a ver comsensações e emoções. Não é um exercício verbal"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112809938349241996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112809938349241996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112809938349241996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112809938349241996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/10/entre-as-vrias-iniciativas.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112628072651021028</id><published>2005-09-09T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:02:03.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ao contrário do que muito boa gente pensa, até não é preciso muito para me deixar satisfeita. Vou apoiar o slogan "vá para fora cá dentro" e voar até ao choupana hills resort &amp; spa, Madeira.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112628072651021028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112628072651021028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112628072651021028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112628072651021028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/09/ao-contrrio-do-que-muito-boa-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112611206091040284</id><published>2005-09-07T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:46:27.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De uma sede... Eu tenho sede,sede de ti.Sede de voltar a ouvir-te,sede de ver-te a sorrir,sede de olhar-te para mime respirar-te ao ouvidoescutando o teu suspiro a sede, a sede que não tem fim. Eu tenho sede,sede que corre em mim.Sede de continuar a consumir-te,sede que me vem de vir,sede de mexer-te aíe dizer-te na bocao que dentro de mim vaipara ti. Carlos Branco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112611206091040284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112611206091040284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112611206091040284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112611206091040284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/09/de-uma-sede.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112574520534779070</id><published>2005-09-03T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:00:07.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geoffroy Demarquet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112574520534779070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112574520534779070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112574520534779070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112574520534779070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/09/geoffroy-demarquet.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112551476881941358</id><published>2005-08-31T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:07:23.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"  E assim prosseguimos com as nossas vidas, cada um para o seu lado. Por mais profunda e fatal que seja a perda, por mais importante que seja aquilo que a vida nos roubou - arrebatando-o das nossas mãos -, e ainda que nos tenhamos convertido em pessoas completamente diferentes, conservando apenas a mesma fina camada exterior de pele, apesar de tudo isso continuamos a viver as nossas vidas,assim,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112551476881941358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112551476881941358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112551476881941358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112551476881941358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-assim-prosseguimos-com-as-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112496237759232836</id><published>2005-08-25T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:32:57.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>René Magritte, Gli amanti, 1928 Deixar o pano cair, limpar a maquilhagem, quebrar as crenças, ficar a nú e avançar para os teus olhos. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112496237759232836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112496237759232836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112496237759232836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112496237759232836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/ren-magritte-gli-amanti-1928-deixar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112384570531476258</id><published>2005-08-18T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:48:09.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procura-se alivio..."Um homem que tenta aliviar o sofrimento das mentes que falham reparando cérebros tem necessariamente de respeitar o mundo material, os seus limites e o que ele consegue aguentar – a consciência. O que já não é pouco. Para ele, é um artigo de fé, um facto que lhe é confirmado diariamente, que a mente é o que o cérebro, pura matéria, realiza. Se, por um lado, suscita admiração,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112384570531476258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112384570531476258' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112384570531476258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112384570531476258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/procura-se-alivio.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112420880335787623</id><published>2005-08-18T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:40:20.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Namibia, um destino menos conhecido mas ideal para quem não passa sem WC e um bom colchão mas quer sentir o coração de África. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112420880335787623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112420880335787623' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112420880335787623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112420880335787623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/namibia-um-destino-menos-conhecido-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112375597982074477</id><published>2005-08-12T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:07:41.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Da rotação da Terra:- O movimento do teu olharDo movimento do teu olhar:- As palavras que te custamDas palavras que te custam:- É chegado o momento de me afastarDo momento de me afastar:- Fica um planeta à deriva.Ao planeta que fica à deriva:- Entrego-lhe a minha dor.Ao entregar-lhe a minha dor:- Deslizam lágrimas grossas.Ao deslizarem lágrimas grossas:- Liberto todo o meu ser.Ao libertar todo o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112375597982074477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112375597982074477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112375597982074477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112375597982074477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/da-rotao-da-terra-o-movimento-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112376564734518312</id><published>2005-08-11T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:07:27.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os Sigur Rós actuam no Coliseu dos Recreios, em Lisboa, a 20 de Novembro. O concerto faz parte da digressão de apresentação do novo álbum da banda, Taak, que tem edição marcada para 12 de Setembro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112376564734518312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112376564734518312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112376564734518312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112376564734518312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/os-sigur-rs-actuam-no-coliseu-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-108176176309002446</id><published>2005-08-08T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:02:43.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LibertaçãoSim, o mais desesperanteNão é querer o impossívelÉ não alcançar o possívelAlgo me retém....Possivelmente todo o meu esforçoEm sobreviverEm me manter a de sempreSó me leva para bem longe de mim,Faz-me acreditar no que não existeConduz-me a sítios que acentuam:A satisfação perdidaO aconchego perdidoA esperança perdidaTudo o que tento encontrar,Para esconder o vazio,Para disfarçar a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108176176309002446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108176176309002446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/libertao-sim-o-mais-desesperante-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112292617518912651</id><published>2005-08-07T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:42:16.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every word is like a knifeBut the silence cuts you twiceJay Jay Johanson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112292617518912651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112292617518912651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112292617518912651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112292617518912651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/every-word-is-like-knife-but-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112292545875186715</id><published>2005-08-01T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:54:54.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hearts and Flowers - Lamb Sometimes I'm so aloneEven in your armsLike each of usKeeps a little wallInside our heartsHearts and flowersA candy coated fantasyBut in your soul I've found the oneMy soul can see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112292545875186715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112292545875186715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112292545875186715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112292545875186715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/08/hearts-and-flowers-lamb-sometimes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112239794853149987</id><published>2005-07-26T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T18:12:28.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CIDADECidade, rumor e vaivém sem paz das ruas,Ó vida suja, hostil, inutilmente gasta,Saber que existe o mar e as praias nuas,Montanhas sem nome e planícies mais vastasQue o mais vasto desejo,E eu estou em ti fechada e apenas vejoOs muros e as paredes, e não vejoNem o crescer do mar, nem o mudar das luas.Saber que tomas em ti a minha vidaE que arrastas pela sombra das paredesA minha alma que fora </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112239794853149987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112239794853149987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112239794853149987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112239794853149987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/07/cidade-cidade-rumor-e-vaivm-sem-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112239706079612450</id><published>2005-07-26T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:57:40.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By cccUma foto gira que tem por autora uma ccc... estou até agora a sentir-me lesada.   Como é possivel alguém ter o meu nome?? Pelo menos gosta de fotografia mas não era suposto uma repetição das minhas letras. Quase que faço beiçinho,a exclusividade dos meus adorados c´s acabou!    Começo a rir-me da irracionalidade instalada neste cerebro,preciso urgentemente de voltar ao "meu" mundo ou ainda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112239706079612450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112239706079612450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112239706079612450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112239706079612450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/07/by-ccc-uma-foto-gira-que-tem-por.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-108306417954229708</id><published>2005-07-21T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:11:59.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bloqueadaby Amelie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108306417954229708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/108306417954229708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/07/bloqueada-by-amelie.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112111973919014799</id><published>2005-07-11T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:08:59.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A vida prática sempre me pareceu o menos cómodo dos suicídios"Bernardo Soares</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112111973919014799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112111973919014799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112111973919014799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112111973919014799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/07/vida-prtica-sempre-me-pareceu-o-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111687420660939360</id><published>2005-07-09T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:55:58.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WILLIAM ROPP’S ARTIST’S BOOK </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111687420660939360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111687420660939360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111687420660939360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111687420660939360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/07/william-ropps-artists-book.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-112016001715859205</id><published>2005-06-30T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:38:21.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LullabyAlways and foreverWe´ll be freeAlways and foreverbe with me...Inesperadamente, que é como sabe melhor, volto a ouvir o maravilhoso som dos Lamb. Há coisas assim que sabem tão bem e estão "esquecidas" ao nosso lado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/112016001715859205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=112016001715859205' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112016001715859205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/112016001715859205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/lullaby-always-and-forever-well-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111989470146312728</id><published>2005-06-27T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:51:41.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De la Guarda es un desmembramiento del grupo teatral-musical La Organización Negra que se formó a fines de 1992. Sus integrantes provienen de diferentes disciplinas, tanto desde la música y la danza como de la acrobacia y el andinismo.Até 02 Julho - TOYOTA BOX – ESPAÇO CULTURAL – Docas de Alcântara    “As pessoas entregam-se a viver um momento irrepetível. Não relatamos uma história; a linguagem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111989470146312728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111989470146312728' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111989470146312728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111989470146312728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/de-la-guarda-es-un-desmembramiento-del.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-110777190955517727</id><published>2005-06-24T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:42:47.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Eduardo de CarvalhoA nossa antiga varanda... escrevemos muito na folha em branco. Coimbra, sempre aquele odor tranquilamente enganador, o sabor  agridoce ao longo das suas colinas, antes/depois jamais aindiferença.  Gosto de ti, sabes?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/110777190955517727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=110777190955517727' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/110777190955517727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/110777190955517727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/eduardo-de-carvalho-nossa-antiga.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111954213129161832</id><published>2005-06-23T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:55:31.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Jobin,fez parte do núcleo embrionário da bossa nova.Pianista, compositor, cantor, arranjador, violonista às vezes, é praticamente uma unanimidade quando se pensa em qualidade e sofisticação musical. Todos conhecem este "homem iluminado", mas vale a pena vê-lo mais de perto e a informação disponivel é imensa.A primeira nota sobre Tom Jobim publicada na imprensa brasileira:22 de agosto de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111954213129161832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111954213129161832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111954213129161832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111954213129161832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/tom-jobinfez-parte-do-ncleo-embrionrio.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111944163921032080</id><published>2005-06-22T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:09:36.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O CORPO É O LUGAR DA EMOÇÃO"Exposição na Casa da América Latina da artista brasileira Leda Cruz. De 28 junho a 12 julhoBárbara Coutinho, coordenadora de exposições do CBB, diz :Os trabalhos de Leda Cruz, testemunhos de maior intimidade, são fiéis ao seu discurso sobre a ideia de corporalidade assente num imaginário feminino e não feminista.Habituada a associar os mais diversos materiais, como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111944163921032080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111944163921032080' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111944163921032080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111944163921032080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-corpo-o-lugar-da-emoo-exposio-na.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111936333425073099</id><published>2005-06-21T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:16:23.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by R.Em aberto ...gasto pelo tempo sem sentido ...o Eu, onde estás?? ...Decididamente vou encontrar-te!.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111936333425073099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111936333425073099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111936333425073099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111936333425073099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/by-r.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111928175880926578</id><published>2005-06-20T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:57:43.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"E que melhor forma há de perceber porque escrevemos do que escrever sobre isso mesmo? Escrevamos então. Deixemo-nos correr por aqui."Tiago Porque há dias assim:  Vagueia-se pelo ecrã na esperança de encontrar um poiso, um aconchego. Procura-se o reflexo do emaranhado de pensamentos contidos. Tenta-se pelas palavras traçar um caminho claro, do que por dentro nos está a corroer.   Passos no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111928175880926578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111928175880926578' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111928175880926578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111928175880926578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/e-que-melhor-forma-h-de-perceber.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111901675704586310</id><published>2005-06-17T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:43:59.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by George TiceI live in this country nowI'm called by this nameI speak this languageIt's not quite the sameFor no other reasonThan this it's my homeAnd the places I used to be far from are gone(...)I love this hourWhen the tide is just turningThere will be an endTo the longing and yearningIf I can stand upTo angels and menI'll never get swallowedIn darkness againYou've travelled this longYou just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111901675704586310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111901675704586310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111901675704586310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111901675704586310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/by-george-tice-i-live-in-this-country.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111884562762094272</id><published>2005-06-16T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:50:52.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Editada por dois argentinos Juan Llamosas e Francisco Lemos, inclui nas suas edições alguns nomes importantes do meio artístico internacional e é visitada por utentes de todo o mundo, com a Europa à cabeça. A Clandestina, que tem um óptimo design e é de simples consulta, como devem ser as coisas na Internet, divide-se em quatro secções temáticas: colors (ilustração), trips (fotografia), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111884562762094272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111884562762094272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111884562762094272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111884562762094272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/editada-por-dois-argentinos-juan.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111883648778395272</id><published>2005-06-15T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:54:47.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eugénio de Andrade,mais uma grande perda. Fica o monumento de palavras como escreveu David Mourão Ferreira falecido a 15 de Junho de 1996. TESTAMENTOQue fique só da minha vidaum monumento de palavrasMas não de prata Nem de cinzaAntes de lava Antes de nadaDaquele nada que se avivaquando se arrisca uma viagempor entre os pântanos da iraalém do sol das barricadasOu quando um poço que cintilaparece o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111883648778395272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111883648778395272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111883648778395272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111883648778395272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/eugnio-de-andrademais-uma-grande-perda.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111832799826942032</id><published>2005-06-12T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:27:47.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adoro palavras, perco-me por entre folhas e folhas feitas delas. Em forma de texto mas com todoo gosto vou falar de livros, raspinha.Lembro-me de receber a colecção de uma aventura e logo de seguida Júlio Dinis. As pupilas do Sr. Reitor , não fui obrigada a lê-las aos 9 anos mas tive curiosidade em entender aqueles discursos,mais complexos doque o das gémeas numa aventura em Lisboa. Algo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111832799826942032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111832799826942032' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111832799826942032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111832799826942032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/adoro-palavras-perco-me-por-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111823185558266777</id><published>2005-06-09T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:03:14.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RomanceYou know what they say about romanceYou know what they say about romanceEver changing love that you can´tKeep on side a parking keelBetter the thought than the feelingIt´s plain to seeWall the sing we sufferFrom the ands of humanityBut that ain´t meThat ain´t meBut that ain´t meThat ain´t meAnd I now there´s a god inside itShould I love your keyAdorn youAnd get insideBut that ain´t meThat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111823185558266777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111823185558266777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111823185558266777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111823185558266777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/romance-you-know-what-they-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111823670221304780</id><published>2005-06-08T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:26:57.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para quem se sentir sintonizado e especialmente para ti Inês , que lançaste as questões:Tamanho total dos arquivos no meu computador?Mas que raio de pergunta...tenho muita informação armazenada.Último disco que comprei:É coisa que raramente faço, arranjo pelos "meios" possiveis. Ontem estive a renovar cd´s perdidos:Posso dizer o último dvd que comprei:Canção que estás a escutar agora:Ando a ouvir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111823670221304780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111823670221304780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111823670221304780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111823670221304780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/para-quem-se-sentir-sintonizado-e.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111822886874701767</id><published>2005-06-08T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:07:48.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(...)Porque é culpa,se alguma coisa é culpa, não multiplicar a liberdade dum ser amado de toda a liberdade que em nós podemos achar.Onde amamos temos apenas isto: deixar-nos uns aos outros porque prender-nos é-nos fácil e não é preciso aprendê-lo.(...)Rainer Maria Rilke. Requiem (1908)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111822886874701767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111822886874701767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111822886874701767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111822886874701767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111805548358498508</id><published>2005-06-06T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:59:45.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by PETER NIXONNada mais desesperante do que não alcançar o possível, brilha mas ...sempre o mas neste entretanto que não tem fim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111805548358498508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111805548358498508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111805548358498508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111805548358498508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/by-peter-nixon-nada-mais-desesperante.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111762747737406346</id><published>2005-06-05T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:13:21.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Com gostos musicais tão diversificados,um prazer enorme em sentir a vibração de um concerto e rejeitando a ideia de que a idade interfere no assunto, aqui fica o "meu" cartaz de verão.DOCA SOUND THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS SPEKTRUM DJ DOLORES &amp; APARELHAGEM THE GIFT BLASTED MECHANISM  ICE WAREHOUSEKRUDER &amp; DORFMEISTER (Dj Set)presentingG-Stone Recordings Live with:RODNEY HUNTER URBS LOTA LOVE DEZPERADOS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111762747737406346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111762747737406346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111762747737406346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111762747737406346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/com-gostos-musicais-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111773015412228541</id><published>2005-06-02T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:35:54.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os Hong Kong Film Awards de 2005 elegeram como Melhor Banda Sonora Original: Peer Raben e Shigeru Umebayashi, «2046» Estes compositores contribuíram com as suas paisagens musicais que nos remetem para ambientes tão diversos como o bel canto opera, as danças latinas até ao swing.Apresenta ainda Nat King Cole, com Christmas Song, e o brilhante Adagio que resume a imperfeição do amor e o quão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111773015412228541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111773015412228541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111773015412228541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111773015412228541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/os-hong-kong-film-awards-de-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111762567116623927</id><published>2005-06-01T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:34:31.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou novamente Enamorada por este cd, as letras tocam-me bem de perto e a voz é uma caricia viciante.Pa´llegar tu lado Gracias a tu cuerpo doyPor haberme esperadoTuve que perderme pa´Gracias a tus brazos doyPor haberme alcanzadoTuve que alejarmePa´llegar hasta tu ladoGracias a tus manos doyPor haberme aguentadoTuve que quemarmePa´llegar tu lado. LhasaCon toda palabraCon toda palabraCon toda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111762567116623927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111762567116623927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111762567116623927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111762567116623927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/06/estou-novamente-enamorada-por-este-cd.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111696126021230682</id><published>2005-05-24T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:09:37.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO PRETO PARA O BRANCOby Lois Greenfield</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111696126021230682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111696126021230682' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111696126021230682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111696126021230682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-preto-para-o-branco-by-lois.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111694278458170794</id><published>2005-05-24T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:56:47.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Palavras"A poesia vive de momentos em que, num reflexo espontâneo, soltamos aquilo que sentimos e pensamos. São sobretudo testemunhos de vida que sobrevivem no tempo. Resistindo, nesta estranha sociedade, como um herói romântico ou como uma mente excêntrica. O que a fortalece é essa capacidade de jamais se subjugar aos interesses de sistemas e círculos.Cria novas imagens arrancadas dos seus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111694278458170794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111694278458170794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111694278458170794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111694278458170794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/05/palavras-poesia-vive-de-momentos-em.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111212011752069513</id><published>2005-05-21T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:20:59.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dossier klimtGustav Klimt et Emilie FlögeGustav Klimt (1862-1918) foi um excêntrico no seu tempo. Forte relacionamento com a cunhada, Emilie Flöge, sua amante. Ela possuia uma das mais renomadas casas de alta costurada época especializada em vestidos até então nunca vistos – largos, soltos permitindo que as mulheres pudessem respirar livremente sem os tradicionais espartilhos. Klimt passava todos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111212011752069513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111212011752069513' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111212011752069513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111212011752069513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/05/dossier-klimt-gustav-klimt-et-emilie.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111366192312047368</id><published>2005-05-19T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:43:13.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sombra de eco."atravessar. atravessar. por dentro. a parte mais longa. a distância mais sombria. que implica. deitar abaixo. uma multidão de árvores. ocas. a madeira. rasgada da roupa. da terra. ali caída. pelo vento. atravessar. atravessar. por dentro. o mais longo. beijo. e morrer. morrer. como se não houvesse. outro beijo. outro beijo. atravessar. atravessar. a parede que cobre o rosto. e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111366192312047368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111366192312047368' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111366192312047368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111366192312047368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/05/sombra-de-eco.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111400892704463278</id><published>2005-04-20T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:29:33.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu, Copacabana,Mais que nenhuma outra foste a arenaOnde o poeta lutou contra o invisívelE onde encontrou enfim sua poesiaTalvez pequena, mas suficientePara justificar uma existênciaQue sem ela seria incompreensível.Vinicius de MoraesO haver(...)Resta essa faculdade incoercível de sonharDe transfigurar a realidade, dentro dessa incapacidadeDe aceitá-la tal como é, e essa visãoAmpla dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111400892704463278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111400892704463278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111400892704463278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111400892704463278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/04/tu-copacabana-mais-que-nenhuma-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111356982662404967</id><published>2005-04-15T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:02:02.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Shark Attack Theme - Sven Libaek  2. Loquasto International Film Festival  3. Life on Mars? - David Bowie  4. Starman - Seu Jorge  5. Let Me Tell You About My Boat 6. Rebel Rebel - Seu Jorge  7. Zissou Society Blue Star Cadets/Ned's Theme 8. Gut Feeling - Devo  9. Open Sea Theme - Sven Libaek  10. Rock &amp; Roll Suicide - Seu Jorge  11. Here's to You - Joan Baez  12. We Call Them Pirates Out Here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111356982662404967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111356982662404967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111356982662404967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111356982662404967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111348554857315046</id><published>2005-04-14T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:32:28.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É preciso deixar de ver, sentir, perder,... para recuperar a satisfação que sempre lhe esteve associada mas que me foge com uma facilidade assustadora. Dar um murro na mesa, no sentido figurativo, hoje estou nesses dias de revolta com a mente humana. Embora saiba que a lógica é muito figurativa procuro que me explique por raio é que sou uma Eterna insatisfeita! Caramba que isto cansa!   Faz pouco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111348554857315046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111348554857315046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111348554857315046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111348554857315046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/04/preciso-deixar-de-ver-sentir-perder.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111286902436698307</id><published>2005-04-07T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:20:17.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angels in America DVD, Imprescendivel!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111286902436698307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111286902436698307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111286902436698307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111286902436698307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/04/angels-in-america-dvd-imprescendivel.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340691.post-111286810502697996</id><published>2005-04-07T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:01:45.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fiquei fã de CHEMICAL BROTHERS  após muitas horas na companhia de Come with us.    Com o seu mais recente trabalho, Push the Button,deliciei-me com todas as faixas logo ao primeiro contacto.Galvanize, a que anda a passar constantemente na rádio, mostra a inovação deste cd mas nem por isso ofusca as restantes.     Agora queria a confirmação desta noticia :"Os The Chemical Brothers e DJ Dolores &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/feeds/111286810502697996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340691&amp;postID=111286810502697996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111286810502697996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340691/posts/default/111286810502697996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofrega.blogspot.com/2005/04/fiquei-f-de-chemical-brothers-aps.html' title=''/><author><name>ccc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730945112633164714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://w.ropp.free.fr/images/infra/29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
