<?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-5831385</id><updated>2011-12-28T18:59:55.296Z</updated><title type='text'>coisas do gomes</title><subtitle type='html'>Este é o blogue do Nuno Gomes, mau futebolista mas incrível jogador de campo minado. Se não quiseres comentar publicamente, não hesites em escrever para aulasdeviolino@lsi.pt. Para consultas urgentes, contactem-me no messenger com aulasdeviolino@hotmail.com. &lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/ptolo"&gt;Os meus livros para troca.&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>629</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111937971253637874</id><published>2005-06-21T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:59:44.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>adeusEstou aqui, agora. Por cá já não.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111937971253637874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111937971253637874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/notas.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111853734740779546</id><published>2005-06-12T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:08:14.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>o balanço malandroDurante anos usei a mão para fazer amor. Há uns tempos experimentei usar as ancas, e é bem mais difícil do que aparenta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111853734740779546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111853734740779546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/instantneos_12.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111853721427721895</id><published>2005-06-12T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:46:54.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>corposHá corpos que só gosto de ver. Nunca me atreveria a tocá-los. São corpos superiores, de outra órbita que não a minha. Não são feitos de volumes ou formas, não, mas de linhas, linhas sem fim ou início, apenas o meio, e que são quase invisíveis. São corpos quase etéreos, aparentam não assumir a sua substância. Assim, fundem-se na alcova, ou no sofá sedoso onde parecem sempre estar.    Estes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111853721427721895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111853721427721895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/instantneos.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111853665258918887</id><published>2005-06-12T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:37:32.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>as pessoas têm de aprender a resmungarFamília de Espinho a ver passar os comboios (neste caso, um Alfa) : Parece impossível! O país em falência técnica, e compram destes comboios de luxo. Olha se isto já se viu!Pouco depois, passando um regional: Se quiseres saber o nível de um país, olha para os comboios. Na Suíça é que era, pá!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111853665258918887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111853665258918887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/recorrncias.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111775799979236065</id><published>2005-06-03T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:19:59.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>livros usadosA Fnac está, durante o mês de Junho, a fazer uma recolha de livros infanto-juvenis usados. Ou novos. Mas isso já depende de vocês.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111775799979236065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111775799979236065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/cartaz.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111775684175871678</id><published>2005-06-03T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:00:41.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>rádio, 2 de Maio'Nós queremos que o governo esclarifique esta sitação.'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111775684175871678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111775684175871678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/gamanos.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111767194711511738</id><published>2005-06-02T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:50:53.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LÍNGUA</title><summary type='text'>política da línguaOs nossos irmãos galegos, a pouco tempo de se tornarem nuestros hermanos gallegos. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111767194711511738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111767194711511738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/lngua.html' title='LÍNGUA'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111730213843142336</id><published>2005-05-28T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T19:03:17.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>arte em pt (ligeiro comentário adiado há meses)Excelente: ArquitecturaBom: LiteraturaMau: BD, CinemaInsuficiente: Música, Cultura em geral</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111730213843142336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111730213843142336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/instantneos_111730213843142336.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111724791962902350</id><published>2005-05-28T03:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:07:52.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>Ah!Já vi todos os filmes escritos pelo Charlie Kaufman. Roam-se de inveja.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111724791962902350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111724791962902350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/instantneos_28.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111663687678774643</id><published>2005-05-21T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:54:36.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>atençãoNão comprem a última 365. Repito: não comprem a 365. Se quiserem ler 'O Bom Ditador' de graça, façam-no aqui no blogue. Para o lerem na 365, têm de pagar. A vida é mesmo assim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111663687678774643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111663687678774643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/notas_21.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111617780782605210</id><published>2005-05-15T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:23:27.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>Finanças de Moncorvo, um de Abril-Não se enerve.-Eu não estou enervosa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617780782605210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617780782605210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/gamanos.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111617641172373934</id><published>2005-05-15T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:20:19.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGENS</title><summary type='text'>a beleza dos errosComo podem ver nas imagens, o xisto é omnipresente.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617641172373934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617641172373934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/imagens_15.html' title='IMAGENS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111617395225935969</id><published>2005-05-15T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:13:35.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LÍNGUA</title><summary type='text'>o que falamosEu não sou lusófono. Os lusitanos não são a nossa origem enquanto nação, e grande parte da Lusitânia existia na actual Espanha. A língua dos lusitanos não deu origem ao português. O português actual é originário do galego antigo, e o Condado Portucalense, de onde surgiu Portugal, era 'apenas' a parte sul da Galiza. Por isso, se tiver de ser qualquer coisa, sou 'galegófono'. Sê o que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617395225935969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617395225935969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/lngua.html' title='LÍNGUA'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111617351199014095</id><published>2005-05-15T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:11:51.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>novas da galizaEstou a escrever aqui desde Março. A edição de Maio está para sair, e quando isso acontecer as edições de Março e Abril estarão ambas disponíveis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617351199014095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617351199014095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/notas_15.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111617295766208037</id><published>2005-05-15T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:40:19.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>Portugal em 50 anosSomos um dos poucos países do mundo (em paralelo com os países nórdicos) capazes de conseguir progresso económico à base de desenvolvimento sustentado. Conseguimos eliminar os problemas ambientais mais graves, e somos auto-suficientes em termos energéticos, apenas à custa de energias renováveis. A nossa cultura sofreu um renascimento em todas as áreas. Somos uma referência a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617295766208037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111617295766208037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/instantneos.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111575393394922300</id><published>2005-05-10T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:44:36.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGENS</title><summary type='text'>euAuto foto. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111575393394922300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111575393394922300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/imagens_10.html' title='IMAGENS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111575198446714467</id><published>2005-05-10T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:26:30.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>escrita filigránicaConcurso de micro-contos. Daqueles tão pequenos que ninguém vê.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111575198446714467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111575198446714467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/cartaz.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111560219292669645</id><published>2005-05-09T02:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:59:51.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGENS</title><summary type='text'>GalizaAinda bem que há sempre alguém a lembrar-nos as virtudes da correcção ortográfica. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111560219292669645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111560219292669645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/imagens.html' title='IMAGENS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111548162962714252</id><published>2005-05-07T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:26:38.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>JCVão aqui e vejam se fui escolhido (categoria literatura). Se isso acontecer, telefonem-me, plize.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111548162962714252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111548162962714252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/notas_07.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111497097115955200</id><published>2005-05-01T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:09:31.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>JNHouve pessoas que me relataram um rumor maluco (a jeito de lenda urbana) duma referência a mim no JN. Há gente com muita imaginação. Mas alguém mais viu isto?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111497097115955200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111497097115955200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/05/notas.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111488214862563996</id><published>2005-04-30T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:29:08.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGAÇÕES</title><summary type='text'>UBUsAntes dizia que não gostava de teatro e sentia-me estiloso; agora digo que conheço pouco teatro e sinto-me inculto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111488214862563996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111488214862563996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/obrigaes.html' title='OBRIGAÇÕES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111478993311488906</id><published>2005-04-29T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:36:59.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LÍNGUA</title><summary type='text'>Fraga diz'...galego, português e brasileiro som a mesma cousa.' Obrigado, meu cara Fraga Iribarne, por reconhecer o óbvio. As palavras estão expressas; as obras contrariam-nas avassaladoramente. O lince ibérico está em extinção pelas circunstâncias e pela acção humana; o galego extingue-se porque o presidente da Junta diz uma coisa e faz o contrário. Ao jeito de ditador caribenho que assegura que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111478993311488906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111478993311488906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/lngua.html' title='LÍNGUA'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111447755644740135</id><published>2005-04-26T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:57:40.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>diálogo não imaginário-Tenho sopa na bagageira....-Queres fazer exercício?...-Queres que te dê dinheiro?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111447755644740135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111447755644740135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/gamanos.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111444722554150467</id><published>2005-04-25T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:40:25.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>a 20.000 posts do fimAfinal isto não acabou. Nem vou escrever o malfadado último texto previsto há já muitos meses. Ainda bem para vocês. Ou não.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111444722554150467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111444722554150467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/instantneos_25.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111401651369575353</id><published>2005-04-20T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:01:53.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>Três contos (e uns trocos)Fui recusado pela Ficções, mas fui publicado online outra vez. Perde-se umas batalhas, ganha-se outras. Abraços à malta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111401651369575353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111401651369575353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/notas_20.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111352620399995036</id><published>2005-04-15T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:50:04.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>em contagem decrescentepara o fim. Até lá o coisas irá servir para um ou outro desabafo. Depois será apenas o meu arquivo de línques. Já decidi qual vai ser o meu último post, só ainda não sei o dia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111352620399995036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111352620399995036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/notas.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111257358119126497</id><published>2005-04-04T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:13:01.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>dia das mentiras (atrasado)A minha casa teve uma inundaçãoeo coisas vai acabar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111257358119126497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111257358119126497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/04/instantneos.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111229617473002534</id><published>2005-03-31T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:09:34.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>referênciasIsto começa a passar a barreira do ridículo. Agora falam de mim na Lusa e na RTP. Tenho de tomar providências.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111229617473002534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111229617473002534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/notas_31.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111205911237924299</id><published>2005-03-29T02:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:18:23.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>novelo"Mas a ‘necessidade de alguém’ rapidamente se transformou no ‘desespero do ninguém’. Já não procurava, enlouquecia, pois sentia-se como uma terra perdida nos montes cujas placas foram levadas pelo vento. O que o separava da depressão profunda era cada vez mais ténue. A loucura parecia abeirar-se dele, aos poucos. Queria viver, ser feliz ao lado de alguém, mas esse cenário parecia-lhe cada </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111205911237924299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111205911237924299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/gamanos_29.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111202699519177189</id><published>2005-03-28T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:23:15.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>Páscoa na PVZSempre que faço algo cá pela Póvoa, como ir tomar café com a mamã ou ver uma procissão, parece-me sempre um desperdício de tempo. Isto, claro, nos primeiros décimos de segundo depois de tomar a decisão. Nestas festas pascais tenho visto um pouco de tudo. Procissão com os farricocos (KKK à portuguesa) debaixo de chuva, a reunião das cruzes do compasso na Praça do Almada, e um jogo da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111202699519177189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111202699519177189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/ocorrncias.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111195726281334808</id><published>2005-03-27T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:09:19.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FICÇÕES</title><summary type='text'>chuva dissolvente (apontamentos de lucidez)A chuva dissolveu os pensamentos e levou-os corrente abaixo. Bonito! Na margem eu vejo-os a distanciarem-se e digo-lhes adeus. Bonito, hem? Eu vejo-os a distanciarem-se, já passaram dois dias desde que a chuva veio. Mas eu vejo-os! Eu vejo-os! Não é possível!!! Como pode. Eles vão, a introspecção continua. A introspecção é ver-se fora de si próprio como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111195726281334808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111195726281334808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/fices.html' title='FICÇÕES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111180444521997499</id><published>2005-03-26T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T02:34:05.220Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>ventoConsegui capturar o vento, no tubo de ventilação da minha casa-de-banho. Imagino-o lá, subindo, descendo, à procura duma saída. A saída é daquelas coisas que só é precisa uma, não mais. E quando a procuramos, nada mais importa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111180444521997499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111180444521997499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_111180444521997499.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111179958153208407</id><published>2005-03-26T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:13:01.533Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>rigarde comme pioveA chuva voltou, agora em força, talvez. Podia chover eternamente, parava para as minhas idas à praia ou andanças de bicicleta. Sim, um mundo para as minhas necessidades.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111179958153208407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111179958153208407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_111179958153208407.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111179882753693449</id><published>2005-03-26T00:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:00:27.536Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>conferênciasEm Abril, conferências no ESAD (Matosinhos, à beira do NorteShopping e da Estação Sete Bicas do Metro):-Construir o Território, dia 8, 6ª-Construir Espaços Públicos, dia 13, 4ª-Construir o Habitar, dia 22, 6ªTodas as conferências se realizam às 21h30. A entrada é livre. A página para mais informação está algures por aí.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111179882753693449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111179882753693449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/cartaz_26.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111162776933259277</id><published>2005-03-24T01:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:29:29.333Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>Lipe'Os turistas que tomam as suas férias nas mesmas datas acabam por pensar que a normalidade local é exactamente a que se lhes representa ante os seus olhos. Sempre a mesma decepção ou a mesma ilusão, a mesma temperatura... No entanto, o último dia de verão sempre é suspeitosamente parecido ao primeiro dia do outono.'Daqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162776933259277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162776933259277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/gamanos_111162776933259277.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111162542507113819</id><published>2005-03-24T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:50:25.073Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>na caixa do IKEA'Tenha uma boa tarde para si.'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162542507113819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162542507113819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/gamanos_24.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111162520211925790</id><published>2005-03-24T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:52:06.423Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (4 de Março de 2005)-Uma família gorda. Um grupo de executivos. O que vai conduzir deve ser o que não bebe Super Bock. Detesto estas estações de serviço todas iguais, todas subservientes do mesmo Deus da restauração de beira da estrada. Porque é que a senhora me veio dizer à mesa que, para pedir, tinha de ir ao balcão?  Até compreenderia, se fosse pré-pagamento. Um GNR no meio de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162520211925790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162520211925790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_111162520211925790.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111162413577054080</id><published>2005-03-24T00:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:33:39.446Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>as gajas boas e as gajas boas (3)Existem mulheres para quem olho e penso 'Que mulher interessante. Deve ser inteligente. Estimulante, diria mesmo.' A maior parte das mulheres, pelo contrário, aparenta ser banal, sem condimentos. E há aquelas que se nota logo que não têm nada na cabeça. A Fátima Preto não encaixa em nenhuma dessas categorias. Até poderia considerá-la atraente, mas sinceramente não</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162413577054080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111162413577054080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_24.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111160036859640174</id><published>2005-03-23T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:59:04.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGENS</title><summary type='text'>no meitroNo metro, em Lx. Já sou figura histórica, aparentemente. Espero que isto fique bem no meu currículo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111160036859640174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111160036859640174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/imagens.html' title='IMAGENS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111159666188801970</id><published>2005-03-23T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:01:24.146Z</updated><title type='text'>LÍNGUA</title><summary type='text'>livros para uma Galiza lusófonaNa minha última ida a Lx fiquei na casa de amigos galegos. Obviamente que todas as conversas foram em português, tanto da minha parte como da deles. São reintegracionistas, acreditam que português e galego são duas variantes da mesma língua, e receiam (e com razão) o galego oficial, chamado de isolacionista, promovido pela 'Xunta de Galicia' e o seu ridículo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111159666188801970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111159666188801970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/lngua.html' title='LÍNGUA'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111154573462243084</id><published>2005-03-23T02:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:42:14.623Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>momentos d'agoraJá tenho emprego, já comecei, outro emprego complementar está para vir, vou ganhar bom dinheiro. A minha vida começa a parecer-me mais fácil, mais clara. Não posso relaxar, ainda assim. As causas continuam, a vontade de mudar. Nunca hei-de assentar ideias, o mundo muda todos os dias, gira, temos de o fazer girar para o nosso lado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111154573462243084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111154573462243084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_23.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111128164393416856</id><published>2005-03-20T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:31:58.956Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>amêndoas em floreirasA todos os meus leitores sem instintos homicidas violentos: chegaram as amendoeiras em flor. Quem me quiser visitar em Foz Côa, que aproveite agora. A estadia é grátis e o tempo quente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111128164393416856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111128164393416856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/cartaz_20.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111120716103244680</id><published>2005-03-19T04:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T04:40:32.886Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>só duas coisasOs galegos (que estiveram na nossa origem) têm o seu idioma (que é também o nosso) em risco sério de extinção. Ninguém sabe disto em Portugal, e muito menos em Espanha;eQual é a lógica das empresas que produzem a maior parte da sua poluição à noite? A electricidade será mais barata de noite, mas ninguém me tira da cabeça que é apenas varrer o lixo para debaixo do tapete.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111120716103244680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111120716103244680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_19.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111100017099384986</id><published>2005-03-16T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:09:30.993Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>desassossegoNunca pensei que esta palavra fosse tão invulgar, quando escrita.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111100017099384986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111100017099384986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_111100017099384986.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111075936122690411</id><published>2005-03-14T00:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:16:01.226Z</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>e-bookFui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Fui editado! Ahum.Foi aqui. Não me perguntem como.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111075936122690411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111075936122690411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/notas_14.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111032869450378503</id><published>2005-03-09T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:38:14.503Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>meitroO metro abre até Pedras Rubras no domingo. Tenho de experimentar logo que possa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032869450378503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032869450378503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/cartaz.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111032834746892617</id><published>2005-03-09T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:32:27.470Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>viagenzitaVou estar entre Coimbra e Lx nos próximos dias. Nada de coisas até domingo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032834746892617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032834746892617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_09.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111032376433647749</id><published>2005-03-08T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:16:04.336Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>matadoresFala-se agora dos gangs étnicos e do seu perigo para a segurança pública. Eu não tenho medo dos pretos. É que, em Freixo de Numão, dois homens mataram dois GNRs no meio duma festa. Não tenho medo de pretos, não. Tenho medo dos transmontanos*.*Freixo de Numão pertence ao concelho de Foz Côa, situado na Beira Alta, numa zona curiosamente apelidada de 'Beira Alta Transmontana'.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032376433647749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032376433647749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_111032376433647749.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111032372219697239</id><published>2005-03-08T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:15:22.200Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (4 de Março de 2005)-Dois chineses a correr à frente do autocarro com um carrinho de compras cheio de sacos do lixo fica como a visão surreal do dia. Com piadas destas na realidade, quem precisa de imaginar textos cómicos?-Passam três músicas na rádio, e duas serem da Britney Spears é mau demais para ser verdade. O cotovelo da mulher semienterrado no meu peito não me ajuda a escrever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032372219697239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032372219697239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_111032372219697239.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111032364182476852</id><published>2005-03-08T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:27:50.356Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (3 de Março de 2005)-Os registos civis são óptimos para conhecer mulheres: se lá foram, o mais provável é serem divorciadas.-Há vezes em que dou comigo a tentar inventar pensamentos filosóficos só porque apoiei o queixo no punho, ao jeito da estátua de Rodin. Não haveria qualquer razão circunstancial para ter esses pensamentos, mas resultaram da posição, um inconveniente tique de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032364182476852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032364182476852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_08.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111032334345183985</id><published>2005-03-08T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:55:50.303Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>nomes (1)Maria Joaquina Pando BranquinhoTeresinha do Céu D. PessoaFelismina de Jesus4 irmãs:Alcina da Assunção BaldoClementina do Nascimento BaldoJúlia da Conceição BaldoMaria da Anunciação Baldo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032334345183985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111032334345183985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/gamanos_111032334345183985.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111022581099947112</id><published>2005-03-07T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:03:31.000Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>esparguete à bolonhesa da KnorrHoje é o dia mais importante da minha vida adulta. Vou, finalmente, cozinhar cá em casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111022581099947112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111022581099947112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos_07.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-111015110035053690</id><published>2005-03-06T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:18:33.683Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (5 de Março de 2005)-Se a Oficina do Livro alguma vez me tentar contratar, não será coisa boa. Ganho montes de dinheiro, torno-me conhecido, mas os meus livros seriam controlados, e é certo que a qualidade decairia de livro para livro.-A chatice primordial das viagens é, para mim, a estadia. Nestes tempos tenho planeado uma viagem a sós, saco pequeno com a roupa essencial, um bloco, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111015110035053690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/111015110035053690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/instantneos.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110997362057446608</id><published>2005-03-04T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:35:59.696Z</updated><title type='text'>NOTAS</title><summary type='text'>nuevasComeçou uma nova aqui no coisas, ainda não repararam? Escrevo muito no meu bloco, e o que escrevo lá, muito mais directo do que escrito no computador, é todo para transcrever aqui. Preparem-se! Ainda vai ser melhor do que a fase da virgindade!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110997362057446608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110997362057446608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/03/notas.html' title='NOTAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110950689865059938</id><published>2005-02-27T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:21:38.653Z</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGAÇÕES</title><summary type='text'>aduaneiros sem fronteirasEstes tipos são do melhor que tenho visto, e são mesmo daqui, do outro lado do Minho. Porque não temos dinamizadores como estes em Portugal?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110950689865059938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110950689865059938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/obrigaes_27.html' title='OBRIGAÇÕES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110907475772050946</id><published>2005-02-22T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:19:17.720Z</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>acabado de acordarChuva!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110907475772050946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110907475772050946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/ocorrncias_22.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110903175207359794</id><published>2005-02-21T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:29:38.856Z</updated><title type='text'>CRÓNICAS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (Correntes d'Escritas) (dia 4)-Ela é linda de morrer. Ou talvez linda de desmaiar. Tem a testa alta. Nunca pensei considerá-lo apelativo, mas já gostei de raparigas de testa alta. Uma delas era a menina do Triângulo Jota. Os óculos de massa também são um turn on. O corpo não é convencional, definitivamente. Ainda bem.-A minha mãe conta-me dum morto que iria surgir na necrologia sem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110903175207359794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110903175207359794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/crnicas_110903175207359794.html' title='CRÓNICAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110902987167775827</id><published>2005-02-21T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:51:11.680Z</updated><title type='text'>CRÓNICAS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (Correntes d'Escritas) (dia 3)-Tantos escritores. Ontem, bebido, escrevia sem parar. O mesmo não acontece hoje. Estou mal-disposto, só pode ser congestão de tantos escritores. Não podem ser todos bons, não. Por isso tento achar defeitos escondidos, 'ah, este gajo enganou-se, deve achar que escrever é como cavar batatas'. Mas não, todos têm as suas qualidades. Mas como podem ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110902987167775827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110902987167775827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/crnicas_21.html' title='CRÓNICAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110901545904960683</id><published>2005-02-21T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:50:59.050Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>desafio: criar!Concurso de escrita com moldes invulgares. Aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110901545904960683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110901545904960683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/cartaz_21.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110901435144387628</id><published>2005-02-21T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T00:06:20.446Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>'ler é sexy'"And when that delight comes in the solid form of a book, why, the bookish have nothing to be ashamed of. I will say it here and now: The sexual capacity of the well-read has struck me as being far beyond that of people less literate."David Thomson, The Erotics of ReadingRetirado daqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110901435144387628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110901435144387628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/gamanos.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110900800120046944</id><published>2005-02-21T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:46:41.200Z</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGAÇÕES</title><summary type='text'>António BarretoNeste incrível texto, António Barreto explica-nos como chegámos a esta situação. Se são daquelas pessoas que adoram falar mal de Portugal, não leiam. Porque rapidamente se apercebem que estão erradas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110900800120046944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110900800120046944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/obrigaes_21.html' title='OBRIGAÇÕES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110900579269549538</id><published>2005-02-21T17:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:15:44.370Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>encontros na PortugalizaSábado (26), às 14h30, em frente à Sé de Braga. Podem ver aqui. Eu vou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110900579269549538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110900579269549538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/cartaz.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110877548722511636</id><published>2005-02-19T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:48:47.363Z</updated><title type='text'>CRÓNICAS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (Correntes d'Escritas) (dia 2)-Há aqueles gajos que, em duas frases, citam meia obra de Faulkner, Kant e Camus. E aí sentimo-nos irremediavelmente ignorantes.-Gosto da impermanência e da constância. Das duas, com o mesmo peso. Eu sei. Incoerência. Não gosto de estar muito tempo no mesmo sítio, mas quando o faço habituo-me à fixidez dos hábitos. Assim, sair é uma quebra do quotidiano,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110877548722511636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110877548722511636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/crnicas_19.html' title='CRÓNICAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110859371107415398</id><published>2005-02-16T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:00:35.770Z</updated><title type='text'>CRÓNICAS</title><summary type='text'>apontamentos (Correntes d'Escritas) (dia 1) -A minha avó era amiga da Agustina.-‘Conhecem-me mais do que como escritora’; ‘Um dia uma senhora encontrou-me na rua e disse que gostava muito de mim e que um dia destes ainda lia um livro meu’ e todos a aplaudem, como que concordando, com a bonomia dum sorriso cúmplice.-Não gosto de aplausos de pé, são opressores. Quem fica a bater palmas sentado fica</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110859371107415398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110859371107415398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/crnicas.html' title='CRÓNICAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110847817274379328</id><published>2005-02-15T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:48:17.783Z</updated><title type='text'>LÍNGUA</title><summary type='text'>praga«A candidatura à UNESCO das regiões do Norte e Galiza (ver mapa) justifica-se por ser um património cultural ainda vivo, ter manifestações de excelência e estar em perigo de desaparecimento, como acontece actualmente em reflexo da globalização. A candidatura tem um sítio: www.opatrimonio.org.»«Também não caiu bem, principalmente no lado galego, Manuel Fraga Iribarne ter feito o discurso em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110847817274379328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110847817274379328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/lngua.html' title='LÍNGUA'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110842119543471250</id><published>2005-02-14T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T14:28:50.993Z</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>IKEA e outras coisitasSucedem aqui e ali acontecimentos que fazem as pessoas repensar a sua condição. Sentem-se, nomeadamente, mais burros ou mais inteligentes, mais capazes ou menos. A auto-estima flutuante de muitos tanto os leva a considerarem-se abaixo das suas capacidades reais, como muito facilmente parecem elevar-se sobre essa mesma realidade, considerando-se super-heróis de repente.Nestes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110842119543471250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110842119543471250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/ocorrncias_14.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110834595439360231</id><published>2005-02-14T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:27:04.746Z</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGAÇÕES</title><summary type='text'>coelhos suicidasReparem no ar impávido dos coelhos. Mais parecem lemmings, querendo morrer. O da Arca de Noé parece-me o melhor. E vocês, qual preferem?P.S. Helena, brigada pela dica.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110834595439360231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110834595439360231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/obrigaes.html' title='OBRIGAÇÕES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110825203344348999</id><published>2005-02-12T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:47:13.446Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>semana literáriaEsta semana, Correntes d'Escritas! Tenho de fazer estágio antes, vai ser intenso!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110825203344348999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110825203344348999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/instantneos_12.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110816659197138803</id><published>2005-02-12T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:03:11.973Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>BEPBlack Eyed Peas é demaaaaaaais! O que andei a ouvir nos últimos tempos, carago? Nunca ouvi música capaz de vender milhões (docinha ao ouvido) com tanta inventividade e maestria. Tenho de ouvir mais e mais e mais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110816659197138803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110816659197138803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/instantneos.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110815985478318988</id><published>2005-02-11T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:53:31.556Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>mamas (sob a influência de ASS*)Ainda não percebi esta pequena e difusa questão que me anda a moer o juízo. Como uma mó pesada. Inevitavelmente tem a ver com mulheres. Ou de como as mulheres vêm o mundo.Alguma vez viram uma mulher referir-se a outra como 'a das mamas grandes'? Ou 'a mamalhuda'? Ou mesmo numa versão mais refinada, como 'a dos seios sobre-desenvolvidos'? Acredito que já tenham </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110815985478318988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110815985478318988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/recorrncias.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110775100997306136</id><published>2005-02-07T04:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T18:57:21.116Z</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>voltaHoje fui fazer grafiti. O que consegui:Mão esquerda gelada e pintada;Deitei-me às 4h30; Vi a Póvoa despovoada;Um grafiti falhado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110775100997306136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110775100997306136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/ocorrncias.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110757758560154167</id><published>2005-02-05T04:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:38:34.236Z</updated><title type='text'>MOCAS</title><summary type='text'>novidadeA imagem dela está a ocupar muito espaço, portanto arreda que cá vai disto!!!!fsdfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsora um doise mais dois ou trÊÊÊÊÊÊs!!!!!upa upa upaolé...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110757758560154167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110757758560154167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/mocas.html' title='MOCAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110744235103405374</id><published>2005-02-03T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-04T01:57:09.413Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><summary type='text'>AnekeeNão será este o tipo de humor que costumo passar no coisas, mas ela pediu-me. Esta é uma foto da minha amiga Anekee. O texto, suponho, também será dela:'Tsunami Survivor  Haggard and dehydrated survivors of Asia's tsunami catastrophe are found floating in the ocean as far out as 100 miles! Pictured here is a woman who managed to survive without any debris or flotation devices for days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110744235103405374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110744235103405374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/02/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110721265243701404</id><published>2005-01-31T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:43:40.363Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>as gajas boas e as gajas boas (2)Anabela Mota Ribeiro. Linda de morrer, boa, culta. Não queria falar mal dela porque qualquer dia apresentam-ma e ela lembra-se das minhas bocas. Mas, a rematar as qualidades que enumerei na primeira frase, digo: nunca conheci uma mulher (aparentemente) tão inteligente que fosse tão trenga como ela. Trenga mesmo.'Impressionam-me os gatos. Parecem-me sempre os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110721265243701404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110721265243701404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/recorrncias.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110713690998785191</id><published>2005-01-31T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:03:15.123Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>comprasEntrei hoje numa fase nova. Benvindos à era do couro!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110713690998785191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110713690998785191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/instantneos_31.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110702863332225254</id><published>2005-01-29T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:58:38.863Z</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>boaEu vivo para dias como este.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110702863332225254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110702863332225254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/ocorrncias_29.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110695941483992893</id><published>2005-01-29T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:35:18.956Z</updated><title type='text'>MOCAS</title><summary type='text'>o estômago salienteHá aquelas alturas em que estamos mal-dispostos, indispostos, enfim, com uma qualquer desordem estomacal. Pode ter sido do abusar do vinho, da cerveja na hora errada, do leitão atrasado. Porque é que, nestas alturas, tudo nos parece mau? Porquê, meu deus? A nossa vida perdeu o sentido, os amigos parecem chatíssimos e idiotas, as mulheres parecem todas distantes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110695941483992893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110695941483992893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/mocas.html' title='MOCAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110669874329773985</id><published>2005-01-26T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T00:19:03.296Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>sms anónimo' Sabes porque é que é näo atendeste o telemovel?! Porque estavas na TUA casa, com a   TUA MULHER!'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110669874329773985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110669874329773985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/gamanos_26.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110670229770533514</id><published>2005-01-26T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T01:18:17.706Z</updated><title type='text'>FILMES</title><summary type='text'>desanimaçãoQuando é que põe bons realizadores nos filmes de animação? É impressionante ver como a tecnologia tem evoluído e como tem diminuído a qualidade dos realizadores.Isto tudo por causa do Sky Captain and the World of Tomorow. Vi quinze minutos, não há paciência para mais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110670229770533514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110670229770533514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/filmes_26.html' title='FILMES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110667899432212559</id><published>2005-01-25T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:49:54.323Z</updated><title type='text'>FRASES FEITAS</title><summary type='text'>BjorkNaum á piórque biórque (não há pior que bjork).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110667899432212559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110667899432212559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/frases-feitas_25.html' title='FRASES FEITAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110667439987641407</id><published>2005-01-25T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:52:25.763Z</updated><title type='text'>LÍNGUA</title><summary type='text'>AGAL'Josep Carod-Rovira, líder da Esquerda Republicana da Catalunha, numa conferência que proferiu no passado dia 20-01-2005 em Lisboa, a convite da Fundação Mário Soares, fez questão de falar em português, como assinalou, por «opção ideológica e por respeito, pois se falasse espanhol não falaria a língua de nenhum de nós.»'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110667439987641407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110667439987641407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/lngua.html' title='LÍNGUA'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110661454573483543</id><published>2005-01-24T22:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:17:17.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ARQUITECTURAS</title><summary type='text'>avé SizaHá uns dias atrás, não sei precisar bem quando, recebi uma notícia que me alegrou imenso. Fiquei bastante aliviado quando li essa notícia, porque traz alguma esperança no futuro.O que ouvi foi que Siza Vieira vai ser encarregue da remodelação da Avenida dos Aliados para, supostamente, haver concordência de projectos entre esta e a Avenida da Ponte. Que também seria projectada pelo Siza. É</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110661454573483543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110661454573483543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/arquitecturas.html' title='ARQUITECTURAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110660247955181485</id><published>2005-01-24T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:41:16.646Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>o que me irrita no FCPO presidente: Acredito piamente que poucas pessoas fariam tanto como Pinto da Costa na liderança do clube. Acredito também que ele sempre teve o clube à frente das suas decisões. O que me preocupa é o seu envolvimento em situações ilegais como o Apito Dourado, e outros. Sempre gostei muito de Pinto da Costa, mas quando o ouvi a elogiar Alberto João Jardim apercebi-me que, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110660247955181485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110660247955181485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/recorrncias_24.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110658005219238127</id><published>2005-01-24T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:38:04.986Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>na Sic Notícias (excertos da estupidez)"Na SIC Notícias deu uma reportagem onde entrevistaram portugueses que partiram depois da tragédia para a Tailândia, mantendo as férias marcadas como antes de tudo acontecer.Dulce Ferreira respondeu que já tinha as férias marcadas, que não tinha ficado nada preocupada com o que tinha acontecido, porque os pais, que lá estavam, tinham enviado uma msg a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110658005219238127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110658005219238127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/gamanos_24.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110652480629681316</id><published>2005-01-23T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:43:40.553Z</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>sucesso!A primeira saiu mal, tive de ir procurar álcool etílico.  Da segunda saiu perfeito.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110652480629681316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110652480629681316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/ocorrncias_23.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110652131177354791</id><published>2005-01-23T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:01:51.773Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>pintaHoje começo com os sprays, depois da meia-noite. Primeira vítima: a minha caixa do correio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110652131177354791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110652131177354791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/instantneos_110652131177354791.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110644816173338590</id><published>2005-01-23T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:40:25.436Z</updated><title type='text'>OCORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>Os Sopranosacabaram.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110644816173338590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110644816173338590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/ocorrncias_110644816173338590.html' title='OCORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110644437337212762</id><published>2005-01-23T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:41:43.806Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>Julie Delpy. Before Sunrise'Why do you feel obsessed with people that you don't really like that much?'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110644437337212762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110644437337212762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/gamanos_23.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110624464244557356</id><published>2005-01-20T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:43:25.043Z</updated><title type='text'>FILMES</title><summary type='text'>ontem e hojeOntem vi o Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind pela segunda vez. Aconselho a todos, mas a ninguém que tenha tido um desgosto amoroso, um desgostoso ou qualquer tragédia pessoal nos últimos tempos. Agora vou ver The Incredibles. Porque eu sou Incredible. Nuno Incredible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110624464244557356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110624464244557356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/filmes.html' title='FILMES'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110616993930549470</id><published>2005-01-19T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:28:07.820Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>neo Já que se tocou o tema dos neologismo e estrangeirismos, queria aqui criar, com toda a pompa e circunstância possível, uma nova palavra. E essa palavra é... Bloga! Todos os blogueiros, bloguistas e mesmo os bloggers poderão, a partir de agora, apelidar-se de bloga. Assim é a minha vontade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110616993930549470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110616993930549470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/instantneos_19.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110616251118071032</id><published>2005-01-19T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:21:51.180Z</updated><title type='text'>CARTAZ</title><summary type='text'>2005Este é um ano de intercâmbios culturais entre a União Europeia e o Japão. Podem ver aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110616251118071032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110616251118071032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/cartaz.html' title='CARTAZ'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110615456632422921</id><published>2005-01-19T17:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:09:26.326Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>Mark Twain"Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110615456632422921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110615456632422921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/gamanos_19.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110610017594352290</id><published>2005-01-19T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T03:55:20.186Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>inventadoSou uma bola de papel no cesto dum escritor frustado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110610017594352290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110610017594352290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/recorrncias_19.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110608994055237660</id><published>2005-01-18T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:17:13.080Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>ai uiAi, os dissabores da vida. Só sofro por não saber o que quero. Apenas sei o que não quero, sempre soube. O que é, à minha maneira, uma forma de afirmação. Uma afirmação pela negativa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110608994055237660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110608994055237660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/instantneos_18.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110598689419344291</id><published>2005-01-17T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:34:54.193Z</updated><title type='text'>GAMANÇOS</title><summary type='text'>Miguel Torga'Sei apenas gostarde uma nesga de terradebruada de mar'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110598689419344291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110598689419344291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/gamanos_17.html' title='GAMANÇOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110593045977838376</id><published>2005-01-17T02:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T02:54:19.780Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>o fim aproxima-seO coisas do gomes entrou, há alguns segundos atrás, em contagem decrescente para a sua destruição total. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110593045977838376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110593045977838376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/recorrncias_17.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110570583241905869</id><published>2005-01-14T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:30:32.420Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>hojeAcordei outra vez às sete.Isto começa a ser repetitivo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110570583241905869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110570583241905869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/instantneos_110570583241905869.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110566326174134169</id><published>2005-01-14T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:41:01.740Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTÂNEOS</title><summary type='text'>bom diaHoje tive um dia daqueles. Estou muito contente, e também um bocado feliz. Poderia dizer também que estou alegre, mas isso seria exagerar um pouco. Estou bem disposto, isso é certo. Numa escala de contentamento que vai de zero a dez, estou talvez no nove (e meio). Estou numa boa. A curtir bué. Em suma, estou fixe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110566326174134169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110566326174134169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/instantneos_14.html' title='INSTANTÂNEOS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110555632508183530</id><published>2005-01-12T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:04:59.810Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>do que gosto (1)Ler o Público, na casa-de-banho, logo a seguir ao almoço.Comer rosca com queijo ao Domingo.Ter o quarto quente.Estar com os melhores amigos.Não ter horários.Andar em transportes colectivos.Andar a pé pela cidade.Esperar por alguém em sítios com gente a passar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110555632508183530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110555632508183530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/recorrncias_12.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831385.post-110548117960402199</id><published>2005-01-11T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:02:06.086Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORRÊNCIAS</title><summary type='text'>o que desgostoAdoro dormir mas detesto acordar. Adoro comer mas não gosto de lavar os dentes. Adoro beber mas detesto a manhã seguinte. Adoro as minhas roupas mas não tenho paciência para comprar novas. Gosto da barba feita, mas detesto fazê-la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110548117960402199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831385/posts/default/110548117960402199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdogomes.blogspot.com/2005/01/recorrncias_11.html' title='RECORRÊNCIAS'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
